foot stepped forward, and his right fist struck Tulam's face with lightning speed.As the saying goes, a master of Tai Chi doesn't leave his home for ten years, but can kill with a single move after o..."Son, you have actually killed my grandson!"

Pan Sheng, consumed by rage, was radiating murderous intent. His demonic energy surged, and he resembled a furious demon god.

He turned back, his eyes cold as he stared at Ye Bufan: "Was it you who killed my grandson"

It's his fault!

Ye Bufan said faintly, "Your grandson's crimes are heinous. He went on a rampage, preying on humans and devouring them. This is the fate he deserves!"

"Haha..."

Pan Sheng laughed angrily, "How can those despicable commoners compare to my grandson My grandson makes them live and they live, makes them die and they die!"

This is a world where strength speaks, they should die if they don't have the strength!

Ye Bufan frowned slightly. No wonder he could cultivate such a scumbag grandson. This Great Elder relied on his strength and was extremely arrogant.

You're right, your grandson has no skill in front of me. He should die, there's nothing more to say!

"Sharp teeth, venomous tongue, today I'm going to peel you alive, strip your muscles and bones, extract your soul, burn it into a sky lantern, so that you are forever doomed in the underworld..."

Pan Sheng gritted his teeth in hatred, his whole body filled with murderous intent.

And in his eyes, with his own strength, to kill this human before him was just a matter of moving his fingers, there was no suspense at all.

To my utter surprise, before I could even finish my sentence, a colossal wolf club came crashing down towards my head.

"You old geezer, dare you talk to my big brother like that!"

Xia Qing was already eager to get started, her wolf-tooth club wielding a destructive force as she brought it crashing down.

Pan Sheng's expression changed drastically. He had originally thought that these were just a few insignificant human celestial immortals, who would have no resistance at all before him, the Immortal Ghost King.

But unexpectedly, the other party's attack was so powerful, its strength was not inferior to his own at all.

At this moment, he immediately put away his disdain. With a flick of his wrist, a mass of black qi appeared in his palm, which then transformed into a black spear about ten feet long and charged forward.

Among the Dark Clans, the demon race's fighting style is more similar to that of humans. The difference is that they absorb dark energy instead of fairy spirit energy.

As a late-stage expert among the Immortal Ghost Kings, his shot was naturally extraordinary. When it collided with Xiaoqing's wolf fang club, a dull boom echoed!

The nightstick was sent flying high by the impact, and at the same time, the black spear was shattered into pieces, reforming into black demonic energy.

Pan Sheng's expression was solemn, knowing he had met a formidable opponent. He suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart.

With a reach of his hand, the black demonic energy transformed into a black longsword, slashing down with the force of Mount Tai.

Xiaoqing stood her ground and charged forward, wielding her wolf club. The two of them clashed in fierce combat.

Two celestial ghost kings, powerful beings at the later stage, made their move. Their might was awe-inspiring; with every casual strike, a chasm a hundred meters long would appear on the ground.

Fortunately, those people had been prepared beforehand and had already run far away. Otherwise, they would have probably died here.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, and the two were still evenly matched, neither having the upper hand.

Pan Sheng was shocked to the extreme. The Xianmo Sect was the most powerful force in this domain, and as the Grand Elder, he hadn't met an opponent in many years.

Never would he have expected a little girl to fight him toe-to-toe, leaving him with not an inch of advantage.

At this moment, he had put away his disdain and realized that the people before him were not simple. He probably couldn't win against them by himself.

Thinking of this, he shouted to the Second Elder behind him: "I'll hold off this little girl, you take care of the rest!"

In his view, if Wuji held Ye Bufan and the others hostage, he could at least tie up Xia Qing and have her help him.

"Yes!"

The Second Elder agreed with a sound, his figure flashing as he rushed toward Ye Bufan.

But as soon as he moved, a flash of light appeared before his eyes.

This sword beam is powerful enough to cleave the heavens, striking fear into his heart.

"What a powerful sword strike!"

Wǔjī was greatly shocked and dismayed, never expecting there to be such a terrifying swordmaster among the remaining people.

He hastily threw a punch, hoping to block the sword with his fierce fist strength. As it turned out, he had overestimated himself.

Leng Qingqiu obtained the inheritance of the First Sword Immortal, although her cultivation was only at the initial stage of Xianwang, she had the strength to kill across ranks.

This sword beam pierced through his fist strength directly, reaching his face.

Wǔjī was terrified out of his wits, desperately dodging and weaving, but he only managed to clear the vital area on his chest.

His left shoulder was pierced by a sword, leaving a blood hole the thickness of an egg.

This guy, seeing the situation was bad, immediately turned around and ran, reaching a thousand zhang away in an instant.

Leng Qingqiu ignored the Second Elder and waved her Lixian sword again.

Pan Sheng, in order to prevent Xiaoqing's rescue, unleashed his full power and attacked. The two clashed, each forcing the other back dozens of feet with the sheer force of their blows.

Just as his old power was fading and new power had not yet emerged, Leng Qingqiu's sword light arrived.

This sword strike was perfectly timed, exploiting his weakest point.

At this moment, Pan Sheng wanted to fight back but had no strength. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The sword pierced directly through his left chest.

"Ah!"

This guy let out a heart-wrenching scream. He had been expecting the Second Elder to deal with Ye Bufan and then turn around to help him, but he never expected to receive a fatal blow instead.

Xiaoqing and Leng Qingqiu have been working together seamlessly lately, even defeating a Nine Nether Yin Sky Python. A late-stage Immortal Ghost King would be nothing to them.

Strike while the iron is hot, and at this very moment, the mace in his hand came crashing down.

This time, Pan Sheng had no power to resist and was smashed into a cloud of blood by a single blow, not even his soul could be left behind.

The domineering Grand Elder of the Gui Xian Sect, who came to avenge his dissolute grandson, ended up losing his own life here.

"Uh!"

Wují stood a thousand feet away, his heart pounding with fear. He never expected the outcome to be like this.

To know that was the late stage of the Immortal Ghost King, a powerhouse whose strength was second only to the Lord. He was killed just like that.

He couldn't figure out for the life of him where these two women came from, or how they had become so powerful.

Who is this person, and are they not afraid of the Immortal Demon Sect Are they not afraid of the headmaster's revenge

At this very moment, Ye Bufan's gaze shifted to him.

Wuji, seeing the situation was amiss, turned and ran. Even the Great Elder had died, what could he do by staying here

At that moment, a faint voice came from beside him: "Tell your master that he needn't seek me out; I will find him."

After Ye Bufan found Situ Dianmo, he would naturally not let go of the Xianmo Sect as he was going to conquer the entire Dark Heavenly Domain.

Wǔjī was in mid-air, his figure suddenly pausing before escaping at an even faster speed. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon.

At this moment, the surroundings fell silent. After a brief pause, there erupted thunderous cheers.

The little demon king Pan Li died, and now even the Grand Elder Pan Sheng is dead. This is undoubtedly a great joy for the nearby residents.

At this moment, they have no fear or hesitation, and their cheers are unrestrained and joyful.

Then these people knelt down one after another, kowtowing and thanking the young man in front of them incessantly.

And when they raised their heads again, Ye Bufan and Leng Qingqiu and the others had already vanished.y are actually all in the Yuanying period.""That kid surnamed Ye was such a clown yesterday, acting all tough with us. Turns out he's just a peak Nascent Soul cultivator! With my power, I could crush...