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Chapter 760(2/2)

"I dare to treat a Martial Emperor like this in the late stage of King Wu. I don't know where you got the courage."

Ye Fan's voice was cold and he walked in with great strides.

"Martial Emperor!"

A group of kings in the hall took a breath, and incredible that another Martial Emperor who had never seen before appeared.

"Who are you? You dare to care about the affairs of the Wusheng family and leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me!"

Among the kings, the young man wearing a green uniform and vulgar face spoke viciously.

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the person had already flew out, and in a vague sound of bones cracking.

"ah!"

He fell to the ground heavily, and the young man screamed, clearly feeling that his face had cracked, and shouted: "Do you know that behind me is the Martial Saint Family of the Zixuan Dynasty? The majesty of the Martial Saint Family is not something you can anger."

"This is your source of courage? The Zixuan Dynasty is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers from here. Is there really a martial saint who can save you?"

Ye Fan's eyes were calm and cold, and his murderous intent seemed to be real.

The young man was also stunned. He never thought that someone really ignored the reputation of the Martial Saint Family and dared to kill him, which made him panic.

The next moment, the young man quickly took out a golden, radiant, transparent pill from the storage ring and threw it into his mouth.

Bang!

Another crisp sound rang throughout the hall, and the young man was blown up on the ground and flew a few times in the air.

Ye Fan didn't even look at the pill, and pointed it out with one point. His vitality swelled like a sword, instantly crushing the pill and turning it into dust.

"The Lu family of the eighty-eight Martial Saints of Zixuan... There is not even a half-saint, and you dare to be so arrogant. You will die without any unjust."

Ye Fan said a little, and the vital energy rolled in his palm, condensed into a long sword of vital energy. The golden light was blazing, and the sharpness filled the hall, and the whole hall was filled with the sound of swords and swords.

"No! His Majesty the Martial Emperor..."

The young man finally became frightened, his whole body was overwhelmed by the breath of death, and his heart trembled.

Puff puff puff...
Chapter completed!
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