"How dare you!"
The expression of one of the four disciples of the War God Brightshore immediately changed when he saw that Kong Lan had been killed on the spot. He immediately took a step forward and shouted at Xiao Fan in a stern voice. His voice was filled with shock and anger.
The killing intent of the other three disciples of the War God Brightshore also surged. The aura of extreme yin began to surge violently as they stared at Xiao Fan. They were waiting for Yang Xiuyu's order to personally attack and kill Xiao Fan.
They didn't care about Kong Lan's death at all. What they cared about was the face of their master, the War God Brightshore.
No matter what, Kong Lan was the chosen disciple of their master. If she died here today, where would their master's face go if news of this spread?
Initially, they had thought that Xiao Fan was just a mere Greater celestial. Like an ant, they could just crush him with a wave of their hands. Furthermore, the Golden Winged Little Roc King and the others wanted to show off as well. Therefore, they had allowed the Golden Winged Little Roc King and the others to do as they pleased.
Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?
However, who would have thought that Xiao Fan's strength was not as simple as it seemed. Kong Lan was the first to be killed, which was completely out of their expectations. Therefore, at this moment, they all came to their senses and wanted to personally take action to end this farce.
But!
Before they could do anything, Xiao Fan had already made his move again.
"Bang!"
Xiao Fan's palm landed again. Before Ouyang Heng could even make a sound, his consciousness and body were turned into a bloody mist under Xiao Fan's palm. He died on the spot.
Next!
Zhao Xiangnan and Lin Siyuan's faces were frozen with fear and disbelief. Their consciousness and bodies were turned into nothingness under Xiao Fan's palm. They died suddenly.
In the blink of an eye, four of the Little Roc King's ten disciples were killed by Xiao Fan. Only six were left.
And Zhu Ninmo!
"Zhu Ninmo, since we met by chance yesterday, I won't kill you today. But you only have one chance. If you attack me again, I won't let you go!" Xiao Fan looked at Zhu Ninmo and said emotionlessly. He then raised his hand and threw Zhu Ninmo to the side.
Zhu Ning Mo, who had been thrown far away, had a pale face. The sword in her hand had shattered the moment Xiao Fan threw it. She stood in the sky as if she had lost her soul. She didn't know what to do.
Dead silence!
A deathly silence!
The four disciples of the War God Brightshore were stunned. Like everyone else, they stared at Xiao Fan, not daring to believe their eyes.
Killing Kong Lan wasn't enough. Now, he had killed three more people in a row. His methods were cold, straightforward, and decisive.
..........
"Senior Brother!"
"Saint!"
....
At the same time that Kong Lan, Ou Yangheng, Zhao Xiangnan, and Lin Siyuan were killed by Xiao Fan, the other disciples of the Red Dust Sect, Divine Wood Pavilion, Southern Mist Palace, and Spirit Controlling Sect woke up from their shock and cried out in unison. Their voices were loud and filled with fear.
This time, no elders of the sect had accompanied them to participate in the War God Brightshore's new disciple selection ceremony. This was because no one had expected that someone would dare to brazenly kill someone during the War God Brightshore's new disciple selection ceremony.
They thought that there would be no danger on this trip.
Therefore, when they saw Kong Lan, Ou Yangheng, Zhao Xiangnan, and Lin Siyuan, the accompanying disciples of their respective sects could only scream in fear. They could not do anything to help. After all, their strength was not even comparable to Kong Lan and the other three.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Seeing that Xiao Fan had killed Kong Lan and the other three without leaving a corpse behind, the remaining five Golden-Winged Little Roc King's face changed. Then, they roared and used all their strength to break free from Xiao Fan's grasp. They wanted to kill Xiao Fan instead.
The remaining five Golden-Winged Little Roc King's group was indeed the most outstanding. When they started to fight with all their might, their auras skyrocketed. In the blink of an eye, they reached a terrifying peak. Even though they were far away, many people in the surroundings were filled with fear.
But it was still useless!
Xiao Fan's large hand was like an unmoving sea-stabilizing needle, firmly suppressing the five Golden-Winged Little Roc King's group, who had already turned into raging waves. He pressed them firmly into the sky and forced them to crawl on the ground, unable to move at all.
"I want to have a fair fight with you!"
The Golden-Winged Little Roc King roared. His voice was like that of a young Golden-winged Great Roc. It carried a soul-stirring aura that made people's hearts palpitate.
The Golden-Winged Family possessed the bloodline of the Golden-winged Great Roc!
As for the Golden-winged Great Roc, like the Golden Crow, it was one of the strongest races in the Central imperial realm. Although it was ranked below the Kun Peng and the Dragon Race, it was still an overall ranking of the large races.
If they really fought, the top experts of the various races would attack each other. It was not impossible for the Golden-winged Great Roc and the Golden Crow to pull down the top experts of the Kun Peng and the Dragon Race.
It was also because of the Golden-winged Great Roc's bloodline that the Golden-Winged Family was so tyrannical. They only had ten members, but they were ranked 36th in the Eastern Region's Three Thousand Sects.
At this moment, the Golden-Winged Little Roc King was enraged. He began to unseal the Golden-winged Great Roc's bloodline in his body, wanting to wash away the humiliation of being captured by Xiao Fan's large hand.
And because he had unsealed the Golden-winged Great Roc's bloodline in his body, the Golden-Winged Little Roc King's realm was no longer suppressed. It began to soar at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to break through to the Yin Realm.
"Scram back to the Golden-Winged Family. You haven't learned enough cultivation techniques in your own family, and you came out to be the disciple of War God Mangya?" Xiao Fan was impatient. He berated the Golden-Winged Little Roc King as if he was reprimanding his own son.
Then, he raised his palm, but the suppressive force was still there. It pressed down on the Golden-Winged Little Roc King and the others, making them unable to move. He turned his hand and grabbed the Golden-Winged Little Roc King's neck, directly sealing the Golden-winged Little Roc King's bloodline in his body again. Then, with a casual swing, he threw the Golden-Winged Little Roc King into the distance like a rubber ball.
"I will definitely come and find you again!"
The Golden-Winged Little Roc King, who had rolled into the distance, stabilized his body and stopped. However, he did not make another move. Instead, he glanced at Xiao Fan with boundless arrogance and murderous intent between his brows. After saying that, he turned around and flew into the distance, disappearing into the horizon almost instantly.
"Let them go!"
The Golden-Winged Little Roc King had already left. Zhu Ningmo had been spared by Xiao Fan. Kong Lan and the other three were already dead. In the end, Song Nan, Xie Xuanyu, Chen Wenyu, and Qin Yuru were still being suppressed by Xiao Fan. At this moment, the four disciples of War God Mangya finally erupted. They roared in unison and attacked Xiao Fan together.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The moment the four disciples of War God Mangya attacked, everyone present was shocked. The four of them each had their own strengths and specialties. The four of them were like four gods of war, descending from the sky and attacking Xiao Fan together.
One of them unsheathed his long sword and formed a sword seal. The ancient pine sword in his hand was filled with bold and powerful patterns, like an ancient pine tree that had come alive. It swayed in the wind and turned into a yellow glow.
The glow was boundless and spread out in all directions. The yellow glow gathered into an ancient sword Qi that was like a mountain. It was like a yellow mountain that pressed down from the sky.
The second person opened his mouth and spat out a golden dragon. Then, the golden dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws in the sky, letting out deafening roars.
The dragon swung its tail, causing the wind and thunder to howl. Then, the dragon turned around and pounced down, bringing with it hundreds of feet of lightning. Its power was so great that it seemed to envelop the entire Sinking Star Square.
The third person's body shook, and a hundred purple flames as thick as an arm shot out from his body. The flames made a low sizzling sound in the air, as if the void was being burned by the flames.
The hundred flames gathered together in the air and transformed into a giant purple snake. Wherever it went, purple liquid flowed freely. When the liquid dripped onto the ground, the ground immediately melted, revealing a deep pit.
The fourth person's whole body was shrouded in a bright golden light. His whole person looked like an Arhat, like the reincarnation of a Vajra. His body exuded a strong and unparalleled aura.
Then, he exhaled and threw a punch at Xiao Fan. The force of his punch directly forced aside the sword rays, swimming dragons, and purple snakes from the three people in front of him. It was as if he could shatter a 30,000-meter-tall mountain with a single punch, and there was nothing that he could not destroy.
But looking at the fierce attacks of the four disciples of the War God Brightshore, Xiao Fan did not immediately act. Instead, he stood quietly in place, his eyes silent.
The War God Brightshore had learned many things.
He had made some achievements in the Sword Dao, the Divine Sense, the Fire Dao, and the Fist Dao. The four disciples of the War God Brightshore in front of him had also inherited these four Daos.
In the past, the War God Brightshore had mastered these four Daos, which was amazing. Xiao Fan was also speechless. Now, it seemed that it was just a passing cloud.
"The War God Brightshore's Cultivation Method is just so-so!" Xiao Fan said and shook his head gently.
"What did you say?" Yang Xiuyu was still standing in the sky, waiting for the four disciples of the War God Brightshore to kill Xiao Fan on the spot. His face, which had been expressionless all this time, suddenly changed color. His expression suddenly became incomparably cold and fierce, and he immediately let out an extremely angry roar.
All the spectators frowned as well. Many of them felt that Xiao Fan was being too arrogant.
So what if he killed Kong Lan and the other three?
Kong Lan and the other three were no different from ants in front of the War God Brightshore. Xiao Fan had only killed four insignificant ants, and he dared to say that the War God Brightshore's Cultivation Method was just so-so? Did he really think that he was invincible?
But!
But before anyone could say anything, a voice rang out.
Xiao Fan's eyes were gloomy and emotionless. After which, he raised his palm. His five fingers were tightly clenched before he opened them up. His palm was as high as the sky and he slapped the air. In an instant, an invisible large hand came crashing down from the sky.
The powerful attacks of the four disciples of the War God Brightshore were like fragile porcelain. They immediately cracked and shattered, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.
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