Chapter 1619
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As Chu Feng shifted his gaze to the other person on the right, he was a tall and muscular middle-aged man in a golden robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his face was resolute. His aura was not concealed at all, and it was rather powerful. It was not much different from the five pavilion masters.
From his body, Long Bufan could clearly feel an extremely majestic fluctuation of metal based Yuan Power even though he was quite far away. He could tell that this middle-aged man in a golden robe was a powerful warrior who cultivated metal based Yuan Power.
Like the Wood Wind Pavilion, the Golden Lightning Pavilion also had two pavilion masters. This middle-aged man in a golden robe was the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Golden Lightning Pavilion. He was mainly responsible for the disciples who cultivated metal based martial arts. His name was Zhang Lie.
"Zhang Lie …" Long Bufan muttered this name in his heart. Soon after, he was stunned. Could it be that … this Deputy Pavilion Master Zhang Lie was from the Zhang Clan!?
However, it was also possible that they both had the same surname …
Just as Long Bufan was still holding on to the thought that it was a coincidence, the golden-robed Zhang Lie looked at Chu Yun and said with a fake smile, "Pavilion Master Chu, you are quite calm. If it was me, haha …"
Zhang Lie did not finish his sentence. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Long Bufan below. There was a faint chill in his eyes.
Under the gaze of that gaze, Long Bufan could not help but shiver in his heart. His expression also slowly turned serious. This fellow was indeed from the Zhang Clan.
While he was shocked, Long Bufan's eyes slowly turned. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Huayun, who was standing on the Blood Martial Arena. He frowned slightly. If the two of them were really related by blood, it would be a little troublesome to kill Zhang Huayun and the mysterious Yuan Spirit in his body with such a powerful expert with such a high status here.
When Long Bufan looked at Zhang Huayun, the latter also used a cold gaze to stare back at him.
Two pairs of eyes met on the Blood Martial Platform. It seemed as if the Yuan Qi in the area was about to go berserk.
"Long Bufan, today is the day you die. If you have any last words, you'd better say them now. Otherwise, you won't have the chance later." Zhang Huayun's eyes were like a venomous snake's as he stared at Long Bufan with a sinister smile.
There was no doubt that he hated Long Bufan to the extreme. He could not wait to drink his blood and eat his flesh.
It was because three days ago, he received an order from his clan to go capture Long Bufan, yet he was accused of disturbing the order of the Heavenly Hall's trials and was severely punished by the Deacon Bai Weng, causing him to have a bellyful of rage.
But two days ago, the Saint Grade Spirit Artifact 'Dragon Bone Scale Spear' that he had obtained from the auction house with a huge sum of money had actually been taken by Long Bufan. Time and time again, it had fallen into the hands of the same person. Zhang Huayun viewed this as the greatest humiliation of his life!
"Everyone will die in the end. What do I have to fear?" Long Bufan raised his eyebrows slightly as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He revealed a sinister smile as he said, "If I have to say something, then my last words are to see your corpse fall in front of me in advance."
The faint words that came out of Long Bufan's mouth were filled with arrogance and domineering to the fullest extent.
The conversation between the two of them caused the entire square to instantly quiet down. Soon after, countless gazes shifted away from the seven figures in the sky and once again shot towards the Blood Martial Stage.
There were two young figures there.
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