Ye Fan's voice revealed a monstrous killing intent, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Yang Zhenkun's chest.

Destroy your door, and you will destroy your door!

Everyone in the audience never expected that Ye Fan would be so "true to his word".

At this moment, he seemed to be incarnated as a supreme killing god.

Kill decisively, dominate life and death, sweep in all directions, and stain the world with blood!

With his body as the center of the circle, within a radius of 100 meters, the temperature dropped to freezing, and the slaughter was incomparable.

Suddenly, Yang Zhenkun shuddered, recovered from his fear, and under the huge pressure of death, his withered body burst out with amazing strength as if it was returning to the light.

Yang Zhenkun bounced up from the ground and fled into the distance, shouting at his subordinates as he fled:

"Stop!"

However, in the face of his roar, the remaining dozens of Hongyi elites stood in place like wooden people, motionless.

Ye Fan's invincible posture like a god just now had left an indelible mark in their minds, and they all trembled in the depths of their souls.

It's like a creature encountering a "natural enemy", and it doesn't dare to resist at all.

Looking at Yang Zhenkun, who was desperately escaping, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, outlining a strange arc, and said lightly:

"Hmph...... It's ridiculous to want to run!"

With that, he pinched his fingers in his hand, and with a thought in his heart, the pendant-like Thunder Tribulation Sword on his chest instantly turned into a three-foot green edge.

"Boom!"

A high-pitched sword roar like a dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the sword qi was agitated, sharp and unstoppable.

Even from a long distance, everyone in the venue only felt that their exposed skin was cut by a sharp blade, and they were in pain.

"The sword qi is 30,000 miles long, and now the flying sword will cut off people's heads!

Ye Fan pointed to the sword, and the breath on his body was ethereal and mysterious, like a sword fairy Ling Chen, and he was not freehand and chic.

"Whoosh!"

The Thunder Tribulation Sword let out a fierce roar, turning into a purple lightning dragon, and shot towards Yang Zhenkun's neck with a devastating momentum.

On the ground, Yang Zhenkun's body stiffened, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast, and his whole body couldn't move.

"Sting!"

The sound of the blade entering the body was particularly abrupt in the silence of the field.

The red blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing most of the body red, shocking.

"Plop!"

The next moment, Yang Zhenkun's head fell to the ground, and his body was separated.

Looking at it from afar, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief, as if he didn't understand why he ended up like this!

With his identity, dealing with a mere hairy head is as easy as crushing an ant.

Who knew that Ye Fan was not an ant at all, but a divine dragon above the Nine Heavens!

At this point, Hongyi's leading boss and the underground emperor of Huahai City-

Yang Zhenkun!

Soldier!

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