A sword energy that penetrated the sky and the earth fell from Li Wenchan's sword.
"Chi la——"
This sword energy is extremely sharp and dazzling. The surrounding mist is like a tide, spreading to both sides, forming a vacuum zone.
This emptied sword was like a knife cutting through butter, directly cutting through the White Snake God's attack, and slashed across its neck and body before falling down.
"Ouch!"
The White Snake God let out a heart-rending roar.
Its huge body was split into two as the sword energy passed by, and the wound was as smooth as a mirror.
"Bang!"
The body that was hundreds of meters long fell from mid-air and hit the ground. The huge impact directly caused the ground to sink deeply, creating a huge pit and cracks that were as dense as a spider web.
This white snake god, which could not even be damaged by missiles and was almost indestructible, was actually killed by Li Wenchan with one sword!
How amazing is this?
"It turns out that this is where his confidence lies. No wonder he dares to be so confident."
Shen Yizhou took a sharp breath of air, "It's just that this kind of swordsmanship is no longer a mortal's move, but an immortal's method, right? Could it be that he, like Shenyue, has received some ancient inheritance? "
The leader of the divine sect, Luo Shenyue, was extremely majestic. He was also ranked as a first-class grandmaster at a young age.
On the one hand, it is her amazing talent, on the other hand, it is also some unknown secrets.
He vaguely felt that Li Wenchan and Luo Shenyue might be the same kind of person!
The remaining Southeast Asian masters were even more frightened. The power Li Wenchan displayed was simply like a god.
Only gods can be so powerful, right?
"Your Excellency, Grand Master, please accept my worship!"
Gang leader Ning even paid homage in court.
As a second-grade strong man and the leader of the Green Gang, he is usually a proud and arrogant person, but now, the power shown by Li Wenchan has convinced him.
A kind of heartfelt reverence welled up in my heart.
"Using one's own efforts to turn the tide. This kind of pride is what makes a man and a hero." Ning Huaying's eyes sparkled like a little fan girl seeing her idol.
She used to think that Zheng Hua was the best among men, but now she realized that she was short-sighted.
Compared with Li Wenchan, what does Zheng Hua, the son of the King of Thailand, count for?
The gap between the two is as vast as a world of difference.
"Thank you Grand Master for saving your life. Liu Sarutobi will definitely remember it in my heart. According to the agreement, I am willing to serve the Grand Master for thirty years."
Ape King Yanagi Sarutobi said respectfully.
These words he spoke at this moment came from the bottom of his heart. He originally thought that he would die today, but who would have thought that Li Wenchan would have such earth-shattering strength.
Based on the power of Li Wenchan's sword, Liu Yuanfei could conclude that this was definitely not something that an ordinary first-grade grandmaster could do.
"This kind of power is enough to be invincible. Even if a first-grade grand master encounters it, he will have to retreat, right?"
He was filled with admiration.
At the same time, I also had a hunch that if I could follow a person like Li Wenchan and work for him, it would be of great benefit in the future.
Since he became a master, his martial arts cultivation has basically stagnated. Now in Li Wenchan, he sees the possibility of further advancement.
"good."
Li Wenchan nodded. With a master working for him, he wouldn't have to do anything personally in the future.
Only then did he look at the high priest and others.
"Please Grand Master, please spare my life."
Those Southeast Asian masters were so frightened that they fell to their knees one by one and begged Li Wenchan for forgiveness.
As for the high priest and others, it was as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their faces were ashen.
This white snake god is a descendant of Zhulong and is the current patron saint of the ancient witch clan.
Even such a powerful White Snake God was killed by Li Wenchan with one sword. What kind of trouble could they, the ancient witch clan, make?
"I calculated a lot, but I didn't expect that there would be an anomaly like you."
The high priest laughed miserably, and his voice was filled with strong reluctance, "The reason why I am killed today is not the crime of war!"
If it weren't for Li Wenchan, his plan would definitely succeed.
First, he used the dragon blood fruit to help the White Snake God advance, and then used the soul-stirring technique to control the top leaders of Southeast Asian countries and start a war with China.
Once that time comes, the Western world will definitely take the opportunity to add insult to injury, and China will be dragged into the quagmire of war and deeply trapped in it.
Unfortunately, the appearance of Li Wenchan broke everything.
In the face of absolute strength, all his machinations were in vain.
Gang Leader Ning and others also deeply agreed.
Without Li Wenchan, everything would have been rewritten.
This kind of feeling is quite similar to the feeling of seeing that "when there is beauty, how can there be brightness".
"That's all. Since I lost, I admit it. I only ask for one thing. The other members of my Ancient Witch Clan have nothing to do with this matter. Can you let them go?"
Finally, the high priest asked Li Wenchan to show mercy.
"Non-my family, its heart must be different."
Li Wenchan just uttered eight words indifferently.
He is a descendant of Yan and Huang, and in the eyes of the Ancient Witch Clan, he is an sworn enemy. Even if the high priest dies this time, other Ancient Witch Clan members may give birth to a second or third high priest.
If Li Wenchan doesn't kill them, will they let go of their hatred?
To cut weeds, we must remove the roots.
He is not afraid of the Ancient Witch Clan retaliating against him, but what if he is retaliating against his family and friends?
"As long as you let them go, I am willing to hand over the cultivation methods of my witch clan. At the same time, I will make them swear in the name of the God of Candle Dragon that they will never step foot here again in their lifetime!"
The high priest gritted his teeth and said.
"Oh? What kind of cultivation method do you think can catch my eye?" Li Wenchan sneered.
Even if it is the method of cultivating the spiritual power of the high priest, he doesn't care at all.
His mental strength is too weak for him, and there is no use in learning it.
"Then if it's a spiritual cultivation method, wouldn't you like it too?"
"Divinity?"
Li Wenchan's eyes flashed. Divine thoughts are a collection of spiritual power, and their power is far greater than spiritual power.
Seeing that Li Wenchan seemed interested, the high priest quickly said: "The soul-capturing and soul-killing techniques I have mastered are all from a technique called 'The Massacre of Gods'. It's just that I'm not good at it and haven't learned it yet."
Can cultivate spiritual power to the level of divine thoughts."
Once the spiritual power reaches the level of spiritual thoughts.
Just like a martial arts master who has stepped from the mortal realm into the heavenly realm, there is a kind of transformation.
"If it is really the method of spiritual thought, I can spare the lives of your people, and I can even keep your life, but I will plant a star-burning fire in your body so that you can live forever and never betray me.
I."
Li Wenchan thought for a while and changed his mind.
This high priest is more valuable to keep than to kill him.
Afterwards, the high priest took the ‘Great Massacre Divine Law’ and gave it to Li Wenchan.