"Haha...curse? That's just a way for you incompetent wastes to deceive yourself and others.
Even if there are all kinds of causes and effects, labor and capital will still crush them with one punch!
As for what you said is wrong with surrendering to outsiders in order to survive?
Then labor and management will tell you.
My fist is bigger than your Nangong family's.
If I say you are wrong, you are wrong.
I said you deserve to die, and none of you can live!"
Zhuang Fan smiled coldly.
The voice was full of indifference.
It seems as if he has truly become a saint above the nine heavens, looking down at all living beings and watching the changes in the world.
No sadness or joy.
It's like a machine without any emotion.
What is revealed is more of a disregard for life.
"A fist is bigger than the Nangong family. Fellow Taoist, is it too much for you to speak like this?"
suddenly.
An extremely old, hoarse, and very harsh voice came from between heaven and earth.
Immediately, a void channel condensed in the sky.
An old man with a stooped body, all his hair and teeth had fallen out, and the wrinkles on his face were like old cracked bark. He walked out of it, leaning on a bamboo stick.
"Ding! Nangong Fashi, an old monster who has lived for nearly three hundred years, has already stepped half into the holy realm, and his strength is very terrifying. Kill him and you can get random rewards."
This time.
The system prompt sounded in my ears.
A glint flashed in Zhuang Fan's eyes.
Didn't you expect that this hometown actually lived to be nearly 300 years old?
You must know that it has only been more than a hundred years since the spiritual energy was fully revived.
It's hard to imagine how this old guy survived the past two hundred years.
They are all so happy to be adult monsters.
And he became a half-step saint.
This old guy's strength seems to be more evil than that of Dao Zun and Sword Immortal.
but..
A half-step saint is not a saint after all.
In his eyes, he is just a slightly stronger ant.
"Ancestor, you are finally here. Our Nangong family was slaughtered by this little beast. All the direct bloodline is dead. You must avenge them."
"Little beast, today is your day of death. You will use your blood and head to pay homage to the dead members of my Nangong family."
"I can't let him die so happily. He must be crushed to ashes and his soul reduced to nothingness, in order to alleviate the hatred in my heart."
"..."
Saw Nangong Fashi appear.
The surviving Nangong tribe members immediately found their backbone.
They all knelt on the ground and cried.
Blood and tears rolled.
I implore our ancestors to take action and kill Zhuang Fan.
To avenge the dead tribesmen.
"Old guy, have you seen this? All your tribesmen are holding their thoughts and trying to crush me to ashes. In order to protect themselves, labor and management can only send them all on the road."
Hear the cries of those Nangong people.
A cold sneer appeared on Zhuang Fan's face.
Raise your right hand slightly.
And pointed like a sword.
A hundred-foot-long crescent sword energy was cut out.
Instantly chopped off the heads of those Nangong disciples.
"Plop! Plop! Plop...."
Scarlet plasma sprayed into the sky.
Heads rose into the sky one by one and rolled to the ground.
There was still resentment and viciousness on his face that had not had time to dissipate.
"You... little beast, you dare to do something in front of me. You must have an explanation today, otherwise I can still support a saint even if I fight with this old bone!"
Looking at Zhuang Fan who kills people at the slightest disagreement.
The expression on Nangong Fashi's face immediately turned cold.
The vicissitudes of life and the turbid eyes were full of murderous intent, bursting out with endless cold light.
Like a divine sword.
Clanging and ringing.
Shattered the void all around.
at the same time.
An extremely powerful and terrifying aura erupted from his body.
All of a sudden.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder were heard, and the biting wind was howling and raging, making it seem like the end of the world was coming.
"Old man, you, an old dog who is about to die, dare to ask me for an explanation? And you threaten me? I will kill you!"
I heard what Nangong Fashi said.
Zhuang Fan immediately became angry.
Just take it out and grab it from Hongmeng.
Think of it as an arrow.
He shook his hands and threw it out.
"What kind of weapon is this that has such a strong killing power?"
He looked at the Hongmeng Gun flying towards him, exceeding the speed of light.
Nangong Fenshi's hair stood on end.
I was instantly covered with goosebumps.
An uncontrollable sense of fear immediately emerged in my heart.
I sensed a strong smell of death.
"The Doomsday Clock!"
Nangong Fenshi did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
He immediately summoned a rusty bronze bell and held it in front of him.
then.
Tearing the void with both hands.
He ran away without looking back.
"Bang!"
The bronze bell exploded instantly.
There is no way to stop the power of the Hongmeng Gun.
It turned into countless fragments and scattered to the ground.
"puff!"
Follow closely.
The Hongmeng Gun, whose power has not diminished but increased, rushed into the space passage.
It instantly penetrated Nangong Fashi's head.
And took his body to smash the space channel.
Appeared in the sky above the imperial capital.
"This...how can I say that this is a half-step saint, and he was nailed to death with just one shot?"
"Why do I feel that Zhuang Fanzheng's holy way is so powerful? It seems to be that he is the master of all methods. Killing a strong person in the sub-holy realm is as easy as tearing a painting apart."
"I used to think that he had just entered the Holy Realm and wanted to compete with him. Now it seems that I am not his opponent at all."
"The stronger he is, the more beneficial it will be to our Dragon Kingdom. Only in this way can we suppress those extraterritorial creatures and kill them all."
"..."
Watching Zhuang Fan kill Nangong Fashi with a casual shot.
Everyone was more than shocked.
Although I know that Zhuang Fan is very strong.
But it seems a little too strong.
This is not at all like the combat power that a person who has just entered the Holy Realm can unleash.
They just stood and watched.
They all felt chilled.
That kind of unrivaled and invincible power fluctuation makes people despair to the extreme.
There was no thought of resistance in my heart at all.
It's not just them.
Even other people in the imperial capital were shocked by Zhuang Fan's burst of fighting power.
"Our saint is so damn strong!"
"It only took one move to kill the Holy Son Tianpeng, and it was also one move to kill the ancestor of the Nangong family. Why do I feel that he is stronger than those powerful men from all races on Qingshi Road?"
"Isn't it bad to be strong? Now I hope that he will be invincible in the world and directly attack Qingshi Road and cut down all the races outside the territory."
"Don't worry. With this saint's character who likes to scold his mother, it won't be long before he goes after all the races from outside the territory."
"..."
When talking about Zhuang Fan.
There was an expression of extreme pride on everyone's faces.
What a rubbish tribe, what a bullshit Holy Son, bragging about 2,580,000.
In the end, he was killed instantly by our saint with one move. He was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog.