Meng Xiaoyu seemed to have a premonition of her future fate, trembling constantly.
"This farce should be over, and I think your life should be over."
Ye Fan's voice was cold. Although he had severely injured Qing Qi, it was far from enough to express the anger in his heart.
"Although it is said that you should not use something as advanced as the Vulcan Sword to kill you, there is nothing more convenient now."
Ye Fan murmured, as if he was possessed by a demon.
"Then that's it. You should be proud of yourself. Because the sword that killed you... is very famous in that world."
The Vulcan Sword was already placed on Meng Xiaoyu's neck, and he was about to chop it off again.
Suddenly, someone in the distance kept shouting:
"Stop you can't do this, put her down."
Ye Fan raised his head slightly when he heard the voice. He was curious about who was so bold to stop him.
"Yes, it's you. Put down your sword and touch that girl. Don't you know that a warrior can't hurt his life with his hands?"
A young man ran towards him like this, but this could not stop Ye Fan at all.
"It's useless. Strength is the most important thing. Everything else has to be put aside."
Ye Fan smiled ruthlessly and waved his hand to kill Meng Xiaoyu, who was no longer able to resist.
"No, how can you do this?"
The man screamed and rushed over. He looked at the corpse in front of him, seemingly in disbelief.
"You...you killed someone in front of everyone? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"
"What does this mean? As long as I have the strength to avoid being caught, it will be fine."
Ye Fan seemed to have seen something interesting, and then shrugged lightly.
"Damn it, it's because of people like you that the monastic world is in such chaos and disorder. Today, I, Qi Yu, will do justice for heaven!"
With that said, Qi Yu pulled out the long sword from his waist, and then seemed to want to slash towards Ye Fan.
"I don't care what you think, but if you attack me, I won't be polite."
Ye Fan's expression suddenly turned cold. Anyone who was treated like this probably wouldn't have the slightest bit of good temper.
"Hmph, I, Qi Yu, an outer disciple of Wudang, will ask you for advice today."
Qi Yu still didn't feel how powerful Ye Fan was, so he raised his hand and attacked him.
"Just stop making noise in front of me, just ants!"
Ye Fan looked at the tiny amount of power that Qi Yu had erupted, and seemed to look down on it at all. He just casually waved his hand and slashed with a knife, which made him take an unknown number of steps back.
"hateful."
With just this move, blood flowed from the corners of Qi Yu's mouth, which clearly showed Ye Fan's power.
"This knife is just a lesson to you. If you come forward again, I won't mind killing you."
"It's because of scum like you, scum! Otherwise, how could it be like this!"
Qi Yu cried out in pain, but he did not dare to take another step forward. After all, he still had to think about his own life. This was simply too sad.
"It's useless. When you are strong enough, you will naturally have the right to speak. You are nothing now!"
Ye Fan seemed to see a very strange passion in the other people, but this seemed to be something that made him feel very good.