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"What arrogant words. Do you really think you can save them with your mere early stage Nascent Soul cultivation?"

A wild laughter rang out. It was the three great moments of escape that had returned.

They looked at Chen Feng, Galaxy, and the others fiercely, as if they were falcons looking down on some prey that was waiting to be slaughtered. They looked down arrogantly and arrogantly.

"Hahaha, since you don't want to self-destruct, then I'll take your life!" The fat guy laughed arrogantly and looked at Galaxy as if it were a dead body.

In the next moment, he began to leisurely walk down from mid-air to harvest the fruits.

"Damn fatty, that brat is a bit strange, don't let your boat fail in the sewer!" Wan Cang Yun teased the fatty. Although he was reminding him, his tone was very relaxed.

Although Chen Feng had killed Bu Jian in front of him just now, in his eyes, Chen Feng was only a little bit of a genius. To be able to kill an opponent above his level, he must be a genius.

However, Bu Jian was only in the middle level of the Nascent Soul Stage. If he were to attack, Bu Jian would be killed instantly.

In his eyes, no matter how strong a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was, he was nothing more than an ant.

"He's just an ant in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. Even someone at the peak of the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage would not be able to compare with someone at the stage of the Freshman Awakening Realm!" Fatty waved his hand disdainfully. "I can kill him as easily as killing a chicken or dog. There's no pressure at all!"

A pair of beady eyes smilingly stared at Chen Feng's handsome and unswerving face, while his mouth clicked non-stop: "You are quite handsome. If it were any other time, I would have captured you and sent you back to my good-for-nothing younger brother." But now, you can only die! "

After he finished speaking, Fatty stretched out his fat hand.

His palm was covered with a layer of terrifying Quintessential Essence. It was like an aggressive giant wall as he ferociously looked at the top of Chen Feng's head that was about to cover it.

Fatty had only used 30% of his strength in this attack.

However, the Acupoint Charging Stage was the Acupoint Charging Stage. Even if one did not use their full strength, it was not something a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could withstand. Even if the opponent was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, it would still be useless. Only such a monstrous genius would be able to barely keep his life under the control of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

However, how could such a monstrous genius be so easily found?

Thus, in everyone's eyes, Chen Feng was destined to die!

Other than one person, his eyes were filled with mockery.

That was Xinghai.

He had just experienced Chen Feng's terror.

The moment he was about to self-detonate, a scorching flame suddenly surged into his body. Under Galaxy's surprise, these flames quickly suppressed the violent power inside his body.

Galaxy originally wanted to resist, but was helpless to find out. There seemed to be a firm will within that flame, making it impossible for him to defy it no matter what.

How could someone with such skills be unable to withstand a single attack from Fatty's third layer of strength?

Subconsciously, Galaxy still thought that Fatty would fall into this man's hands and never get up again!

"Boom —"

His palm quickly covered the air, and the strong sound of the wind was like muffled thunder, resounding through the world.

Chen Feng stood calmly on the spot. He extended a finger from his right hand that was bent at his waist, and a faint sword aura continuously emitted from the tip of his finger.

Whoosh.

The next moment, Chen Feng's right hand arrived first. Before the fat man's palm could completely cover it, a finger had already reached the bottom of his palm.

"Humph, you still want to struggle in death? "Die for me!" Naturally, Fatty had seen Chen Feng's actions.

However, he didn't take it to heart at all. In front of absolute strength, one would only end up being crushed if they were too weak.

The next moment!

"Puchi …"

A sound rang out, as if a piece of leather had been pierced through.

Then, a muffled grunt sounded.

Fatty's expression had already changed to 360 degrees. The arrogance and confidence he had originally had completely disappeared. All that was left was rage and incredulity!

The shadow suddenly separated.

Chen Feng looked indifferently at the fatty's palm that was covered in blood and smiled without saying a word.

On Fatty's palm, there was a clear bloody hole that was eye-catching. It was like a bloody spring, unceasingly spurting out dark red blood.

"Impossible, how could a mere early Nascent Soul martial artist injure me? You must have some powerful magical equipment!" Fatty circulated his true essence and stopped the blood from flowing out of his palm as he shouted in indignation.

"Next, I'm going to really kill you!" The infuriated fatty had a cold and fierce gaze. His naked killing intent made people's hearts turn cold.

A flying sword swirled in the air as the aura of the low grade spirit weapon was strong and berserk.

"Soul Transformation Sword Art, Mountain Splitting Fist!"

The flying sword hacked down violently. The sword was filled with a powerful energy. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on its peak. The sword Qi alone was as heavy as a thousand kilograms.

"I didn't expect this early stage Nascent Soul kid to be so capable as to force this damn fatty to use the Soul Formation Sword Technique." Zhang Ye continued to poke fun at him as usual. There was no trace of worry in his eyes. On the contrary, there was a sense of schadenfreude in his tone. "He can't even take care of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. This damn fatty is getting more and more alive!"

Wan Cang Yun muttered, but there was caution in his eyes: "It's not that Fatty is not strong, it's just that the kid is too strong. I didn't expect that we would meet such a monster. A mere Nascent Soul stage cultivator was actually able to injure Fatty. This kind of person cannot be allowed to grow up. Today, he will definitely be turned into dregs and will never be reborn! "

While speaking, Wan Cang Yun took out his flute again, and brought it to his mouth, wanting to blow the Soul Sucking Demon Sound.

However, before he could utter the first syllable, Zhang Ye carelessly interrupted him, "What are you so anxious about? Isn't it just a Nascent Soul stage cultivator? With the three of us here, are you afraid that he'll run away?"

With that, he looked at the fatty with glee and said with a raised voice, "Damn fatty, you're so weak. You can't even deal with a Nascent Soul stage brat, do you think you can keep others from laughing to death? "Stop playing around, quickly kill these people. When we came out just now, we saw a few groups of cultivators being dragged into the cave, and there were quite a few beautiful female cultivators among them. If you don't hurry up, those beautiful cultivators will all be snatched away by those beasts."

Hearing Zhang Ye's laughter, a hint of grievance flashed across Fatty's face.

He did not hold back at all as he used all of his strength.

Looking at the gloating expression on his companion's face, as well as the frustration from his ineffective, painstaking attacks, Fatty suddenly stopped his sword arts and angrily shouted, "You little bastard, how many moves do you dare to exchange with me, your grandfather?"

These words were Fatty's own words. He understood that if the other party was not stupid, he would definitely not agree to it.

But who would have thought that brat would actually really stop and casually summon his flying sword. He looked at him with a beaming smile, "Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish."

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The update was not very impressive, but he still shamelessly sought for more flowers.

There was also a roof at the bottom, so he might as well tap it.

Thank you.