At this moment, everyone was shocked by Fan Ye's actions. Fan Ye's purpose was very clear, he wanted to kill those three people.
Once Fan Ye wanted to kill those three people, he would undoubtedly disregard Van Gogh's life and death. This method could not be described as ruthless, and it was more in line with the description of him in the rumors.
He is as calm as a mountain and his methods are ruthless. If he doesn't move, he will be done. If he moves, he will kill decisively.
"Fan Ye is already the eldest prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty, and the throne must eventually belong to him. It's just some spiritual weapon skills. Why should Van Gogh's life be sacrificed?" Some people wondered, and the gains and losses involved seemed to be unclear.
It is clear.
A person next to him glanced at the man and said: "You are too naive. One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. The Dafan Dynasty is an extremely autocratic dynasty and can only be controlled by one person."
"Except for the princes who inherited the throne in the past, the rest of the princes either disappeared or died, and very few survived. It is reasonable for Fan Ye to kill Van Gogh."
There were constant discussions, and Fan Ye's intentions were revealed. Many people's eyes suddenly changed subtly when they looked at Fan Ye, and they became a little more fearful.
Sometimes the most terrifying thing is not the powerful opponent, but the person closest to him. In order to pursue power, Fan Ye was so ruthless and ruthless, which made many people feel awe-inspiring.
Many people looked at Van Gogh with sympathetic eyes and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
I am afraid that even Van Gogh himself did not expect that his biological brother would have murderous intentions for him. He wanted to rely on him, but ended up being ruined in his hands. How sad and ironic.
"Hmph, Fan Ye's behavior is very similar to the style of the Great Brahma Dynasty, which is despicable and shameless." Huo Ze sarcastically said, with disdain in his eyes.
"It's indeed out of character, but after all, it's their family matter, and it's not for us to interfere," said another genius.
Many people nodded in agreement. Although Fan Ye's methods were ruthless, at least he had not provoked them so far, and they would not take the initiative to provoke him.
But it is undeniable that everyone has become wary of Fan Ye and is always wary of him. Such a jackal-like existence must be guarded against.
Feng Tianyi didn't seem to pay attention to the conversation between the people, and kept staring at Qin Xuan and the other two people below. He wanted to see how they would deal with it.
In an instant, this space seemed to turn into a furnace. Endless and terrifying flames rolled endlessly in the void. The terrifying pressure pressed down and fell on the three of Qin Xuan, directly penetrating their defenses and bombarding them.
His body and soul felt like they were being burned.
"Let my brother go, and I can spare your lives."
Fan Ye stood in the void, looking down at Qin Xuan and the others.
There was a suffocating coldness in his eyes. Even though they were under the flames, the three of them felt as cold as bones, like falling into an ice cave, with chills from head to toe.
It was too powerful. Although Yuan Wang's eighth-level peak realm was only four or five realms higher than theirs, it was like a world between them. He was unable to compete and made people feel powerless.
"Strength...strength. Without strong strength, you can only let others manipulate you." Qin Xuan's eyes were extremely cold, and an urgent desire for strength surged in his heart again. The gap between them was too big to be bridged.
Unless, those trump cards are used...
As soon as he thought this, a terrible murderous intention spread in Qin Xuan's heart, and his pupils became extremely deep and cold, revealing a strong murderous intention, just like the eyes of the devil.
If Fan Ye insists on killing them, he doesn't mind making them pay a heavy price.
"It seems that you really don't care about your brother's life or death." Xuanyuan Potian looked at Fan Ye with a sneer, then looked at Van Gogh sympathetically, and said: "It's not that I don't want to let you go, you also saw it, it's him who wants to
kill you."
Xuanyuan Potian did not say that Fan Ye was unwilling to save him, but directly said that Fan Ye wanted to kill him. The difference between this was huge.
With a trace of despair flashing in his eyes, Van Gogh took a deep breath and said coldly: "If your father finds out about this, you should know what the consequences will be."
"The wilderness is so vast, and there are countless monsters. It is reasonable to encounter one or two desperadoes. My father will only know that his prince died due to revenge, and I am unable to save him."
Fan Ye let out a faint voice. He had already thought out all the options. The death of his imperial brother had nothing to do with him.
As soon as these words came out, the onlookers were shaken inwardly, and their eyes were filled with shock.
How indifferent and ruthless one must be to say such words. Some people even found that when Fan Ye said these words, there was no wave on his face, as if he was speaking extremely ordinary words.
When he does things, Fan Ye always thinks about the outcome and will not let anything bad happen to him.
A bitter smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Van Gogh's mouth, as if he was mocking himself. Fan Ye was right. If he hadn't wanted revenge, how could he have fallen into the hands of Xuanyuan Potian, and how could he have led to the current situation.
He deserved everything, but he didn't expect that the consequences would befall him so quickly.
"What should we do now?" Xuanyuan Potian looked solemn and said to Qin Xuan and Jian.
"Kill." The sound of the sword is as sharp as a sword, cold and ruthless. His sword heart will never change at all because of his opponent. The eighth level of Yuan Wang will make him awe, but not afraid.
"Potian, can Xuanyuan Palace intimidate the Great Brahma Dynasty?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked.
"You mean..." Xuanyuan Potian looked at Qin Xuan blankly, seeming to understand his thoughts, nodded slightly, and then said coldly to Fan Ye: "You'd better think clearly about what you are doing, if you treat me
If you take action, be prepared to bear the wrath of Xuanyuan Palace."
"He is indeed from Xuanyuan Palace." Many people's eyes showed surprise. Although they vaguely guessed that Xuanyuan Potian came from Xuanyuan Palace, they still felt shocked when they heard Xuanyuan Potian admit it in person.
The strength and influence of Xuanyuan Palace cannot be ignored in the Nine Realms of Tianxuan. It is an extremely terrifying existence.
However, there was no shock on Fan Ye's face as expected, not even a hint of surprise. He was always calm and calm, as if he had known it for a long time.
"I know you are from Xuanyuan Palace, and I will not kill you, but the two people around you must die." Van Gogh said calmly.
When Qin Xuan shouted the word Xuanyuan to Xuanyuan Potian before, he had some vague guesses. Later, when he saw Xuanyuan Potian's magical attack, his guess was confirmed. This person did come from Xuanyuan Palace.
He really couldn't afford to offend Xuanyuan Palace, and he wouldn't kill Xuanyuan Potian, but the other two must die.
The majesty of the Brahma Dynasty cannot be trampled upon or provoked.
Xuanyuan Potian's face was extremely ugly. He didn't expect Fan Ye to be so cunning and only willing to let him go. He still wanted to kill Qin Xuan and Jian.
"He doesn't dare to kill you. Jianhui and I will escape together. As long as we leave here, he won't be able to kill us." Qin Xuan said in a voice message that there are too many people here and some of his trump cards cannot be used in public.
"No, if you want to fight together, I won't let you risk it."
Xuanyuan Potian shook his head and refused without any hesitation. He knew how risky Qin Xuan's decision was, and he was completely gambling with his life.
Qin Xuan looked at Xuanyuan Potian's solemn expression, his heart warmed, and his eyes showed a bit of gratitude.
Xuanyuan Potian could have stayed out of the matter and no one dared to touch him, but he still chose to face the danger with him.
Xuanyuan Potian glanced at Van Gogh in his hand, a look of sadness appeared in his eyes, and said: "Even your brother doesn't care about your life or death, so you can't blame me."
When the voice fell, Van Gogh shuddered, raised his head, and saw a large handprint pressing towards him, revealing an extremely violent aura, and couldn't help but roared: "No, let me go!"
"Remember, my name is Xuanyuan Potian."
As the sound fell, a loud rumble was heard, and Van Gogh's head was directly smashed, and he died on the spot.
Xuanyuan Potian never thought about sparing Van Gogh's life, because he knew clearly that even if he let Van Gogh go, Fan Ye would not let them go. This grudge has been forged, and it will be difficult to resolve it.
Everyone's hearts trembled again, and their eyes kept flashing with brilliance, so they wanted to kill decisively. As soon as they finished speaking, they immediately killed.
This man named Van Gogh before he died, Xuanyuan Potian.
"Xuanyuan Potian, this name sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere before." Some people's eyes looked thoughtful and their brains were running rapidly, as if they were recalling something.
"It turns out it's him." A look of surprise flashed in Feng Tianyi's eyes, and a genius next to him couldn't help but ask: "Does Brother Feng know about him?"
Feng Tianyi nodded slightly and replied: "I have heard a little bit. As far as I know, this boy's performance in Xuanyuan Palace is extremely outstanding. Only a few people among his peers can compare with him. Not long ago, I went to Xuanyuan Palace for training. Unexpectedly
I ended up here."
Huo Ze's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he said slowly: "Although he is from Xuanyuan Palace, his level is too low. Being so arrogant will inevitably create many strong enemies. In the Demon Desolate Realm, there are still some people who don't care about their status.
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The geniuses were silent. What Huo Ze said was not unreasonable. There were many ruthless people in the Demon Desolate Realm who were murderous and used killing to prove their truth. No matter what force their opponents came from, they would all be killed.
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Fan Ye raised his eyebrows and pressed his palm downwards. Suddenly, the flames in the void became stronger and roared with anger. The hot air waves hit the three of them, and even their clothes were burned off.
"Since you killed him, then use the lives of the two people around you to pay for it."
As the voice fell, everyone's expressions froze there, and their breathing seemed to have stagnated. Van Gogh was dead, and Fan Ye had no scruples anymore and would go on a killing spree.
"Sword." Qin Xuan looked at the sword.
The sword did not speak, only a clanging sound was heard. The sharp sword in the scabbard was already in his hand. The sword's light was cold and silvery, and it looked extremely dazzling among the bright flames.
Xuanyuan Potian was about to step forward when Qin Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Even if you want to fight, you must restore your true energy first, otherwise, it will only drag us down."
After that, Qin Xuan and Jian walked forward together, calmly and indifferently, as if they regarded death as home.