1009: C1009 Mental Breakdown

C1009 Mental Breakdown

"Bo …"

A light sound of water ripples rose up, like a stone falling into the sea, causing ripples.

"What …" "It's possible."

The blue-clothed middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief as he saw Ye Xiaofan's little finger, which was pointed at the edge of the sword, was able to dissolve all of Ye Xiaofan's strength.

"Where did that kid come from, to actually be so powerful!"

"That child, he seems to be that Divine Child who killed Zhao Tianqing of the tenth level Incarnation Expert half a month ago!"

"As expected of a child prodigy. It's only been half a month and he's already able to withstand an attack from a fourth level Soul Formation martial artist. It looks like he's still able to easily withstand it!"

All of the officials who were sent flying thousands of meters away by Ye Xiaofan fell to the ground and quickly got up. They looked at Ye Xiaofan's back with shock.

"I don't believe that you are a little beast that can possess such power!"

The blue-clothed middle-aged man came back to his senses, the veins on his forehead bulged, and intense anger and killing intent arose in his eyes.

His own attack was actually blocked by a little kid who still hadn't grown all his hair, how could he put his face back!

"Clang!"

The thin sword made a metallic sound again as the tip of the sword pierced straight into Ye Xiaofan's forehead. The speed and power of the sword was so fast that even the air around was compressed and deformed.

"Crack!"

"I say, what's wrong with you, old fart? Do you think I can be easily bullied?"

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ye Xiaofan flicked his finger and directly shattered the thin sword that was like a cicada's wing into pieces. The remaining strength directly sent the blue-clothed middle-aged man flying.

Ye Xiaofan raised his hand and a suction force appeared in his palm, pulling the middle-aged man over. He then said in a displeased tone.

"What kind of monster are you!"

The blue-clothed middle-aged man's mind completely exploded. He had used his full strength twice. The first time, he had been easily blocked, and the second time, his sword had been directly broken.

He had been in the martial arts world for thousands of years and had seen many different things. He had never seen a kid with such great strength that could directly crush him. This caused his mentality to completely collapse.

Since he could not resist at all, he started to wonder if he had met a ghost. Previously, when he met an old man in a black robe, he had also crushed him.

When he came to the Western Regions, he already had some understanding of the Fringe River region. In addition, according to the oral rumors of the sect members, the strongest person in this area was only at the first level of Deity Stage.

In less than a month, such terrifying experts had sprung up one after another. If he could return alive, he would definitely beat the person who wrote the book up from within the coffin.

"God Child Ye, is it really you?"

The general flew over from the distance, stood beside Ye Xiaofan and asked.

"Yeah, it's me. How is that old man Luo Ruye?"

Ye Xiaofan held the collar of the middle-aged man in blue and turned around to look at the general.

"Sigh, Ye Shitong, I'm afraid the Holy Lord is at death's door …"

The general sighed, bowed to Ye Xiaofan respectfully and said with a pitiful expression.

"What's going on?"

Ye Xiaofan frowned.2

"It was this scoundrel in front of me who seriously injured the Holy Lord, nearly hammered to death, and crippled all of his cultivation base."

As the general spoke, his eyes turned red. He could see tears welling up in his eyes. He, who was loyal to his country, could only watch helplessly as his Saint Lord was crippled. Yet, he could do nothing.

To him, this was more painful than killing him.

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