"As you wish!" The judge's eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, he slashed out with a sword.
"No..." The Yan family members exclaimed at the same time.
puff!
Before he finished speaking, a head shot up into the sky, and Yan Junmin's body fell straight down. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
"Ah...you really dare to kill him!?" Yan Mingpeng roared: "Mr. Yun, kill him, kill him for me, I will bear all the consequences!"
"Yes, Third Master!" The white-haired old man's eyes darkened, he looked at the judge and said in a deep voice: "You are such a bastard, you dare to kill the Second Young Master, no matter who you are from the Shadow Clan, you will die today!"
boom!
While speaking, a surge of momentum rose into the sky, showing the cultivation level of the God of War.
"After you get down, remember to kowtow to the second young master to apologize!" After roaring again, he rushed towards the judge and at the same time raised his hand to punch several times, making the wind howl.
"Ignorance!" Xuan Pang on the side said coldly, took two steps, raised his hand and swept out with a thunderous wave.
"Huh?" After sensing the aura fluctuations on Xuan Pang's body, the old man's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
From the beginning, he ignored Xuan Pang and thought he was a chef who ran away from some canteen!
But now, he actually let Xuan Pang sense the great cultivation of the War Lord!
This gave him the urge to scold his mother!
When did the strong warriors in the War Master Realm become so useless? Any big fat guy who comes out is a strong Warrior Master!
Bang!
Without any suspense, Xuan Pang's palm hit the old man's heart hard, and the old man flew out like a leaf swept away by the autumnal equinox, fell to the ground and rolled over several times before collapsing.
"So...so strong!" The old man opened his mouth again and spit out a large mouthful of blood, then tilted his head and stopped moving.
hiss!
Yan Mingpeng and others took a breath of cold air again and collectively turned to stone.
The powerful God of War was actually killed by a palm. How could this be any more exaggerated?
"Sorry, my shot was a little too heavy." Xuan Pang shrugged his shoulders and grinned.
"You..." Yan Mingpeng took a deep breath of cold air.
"Did you instruct Yan Junmin to do this this time?" The judge looked at Yan Mingpeng and said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Your Yingmen are really amazing. I, Yan Mingpeng, will remember what happened today and I will pay you back twice as much in the future!"
Yan Mingpeng did not answer the judge's words. After finishing speaking, he looked at the other middle-aged man: "Brother Chen, let's go!"
Xuan Pang's combat power has far exceeded his expectations, and if he stays any longer, he will only bring humiliation to himself.
"You can't go back today!" the judge responded solemnly.
"Your Majesty, that's enough. Don't do anything too extreme..." The man named Chen Jie looked at the judge and said.
"Who are you?" the judge asked coldly.
The other party remained silent, but the judge could tell that he was not an ordinary person.
"The leader of the imperial palace, Chen Jie!"
"People from Midang?" The judge narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Please, Your Majesty Judge, give me Chen some noodles. That's all for today!" Chen Jie continued.
"Are you awesome at Midang?" The judge frowned: "I'm sorry, you don't have any face with me!"
"Besides, you came all the way to support Yan Mingpeng. Your relationship with the Yan family must be unusual, right?"
"Are you also part of the dirty things that Jiang Haiyan's family has done?"
"Judge, please pay attention to your wording!" Chen Jie frowned, and a coldness filled the air: "Don't think that because you have someone above you to support you, you can do whatever you want!"
"Midang is not a master who allows others to bully you. If you push your limits again, don't blame me for being rude!"
