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Situ Chengfeng, Di Daofeng, Li Chenxuan, and Shangguan Qinghong were all proud sons of heaven from the previous generation.

Their goal was to snatch that piece of Stellar Meteorite Iron. Little did they know that they had fallen into the trap of others, but who would have thought that they would dare to plot against the young nobles of the Four Great Empires like that?

What they didn't know was that even the Four Great Empires had schemed against their man, afraid of a few children.

While the two of them were fighting, what were Lin Fan and Xuan Hao doing?

Xuan Hao shook his head and said, "I won't make a mistake this time, I'll bet on the one on the left who is wearing the ugly clothes, how about it, do you dare to bet with me?"

Lin Fan laughed, "If you want to gamble, gamble, who's afraid of who? "It's just that, what are you going to bet with me?"

"This... "This …"

Xuan Hao hesitated for a moment. If he knew earlier, he would have brought up this kind of idea with this bastard, causing him to almost lose his underwear to Lin Fan. The two of them watched the fight from afar, actually started to gamble to see who would win. In the end, Xuan Hao kneeled down for five rounds in a row and lost to Lin Fan.

If anyone else were to know of their gambling method, they would definitely shout out that he was a prodigal! It was such a waste.

At first, it was Xuan Hao who brought it up, but it was probably someone who did not like it, he pointed to the person and said, "With this appearance, even without looking, you would know that he is dead for sure, and would definitely not be a match for another person. Lin Fan, do you dare come and make a bet, he is dead for sure!"

Then, just like that, the bet started. With a joking attitude, Lin Fan made a bet with him.

In the end, Xuan Hao lost, making him a little unconvinced. He knew that there was nothing wrong with his judgement, that the person would definitely be dead for sure, yet somehow he still won. Unconvinced, he continued to gamble with Lin Fan, knelt down five times, and lost everything on his body to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan laughed, and said complacently: "Fraud, you don't have anything on you, how can you bet with me?"

Xuan Hao clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and said, "Then I'll bet on myself!"

Lin Fan turned his head, sized Xuan Hao up, and said "This little body looks pretty good, but I don't know if it's strong or not. I'll sell you to the Acacia Faction, will they want it?"

"Go to hell, I said no, I'll bet my life on you!"

"Hehe, that's still the same. Once you lose, you'll be mine, and I'll deal with you as I want. I'll sell you to a certain female demon of the Joyful Union Sect, maybe I'll like a pretty boy like you …" Lin Fan said with a cheap smile.

"F * ck off. Are you going to bet or not?" Xuan Hao said a little angrily.

"So what if we bet?" Xuan Hao, you can think this through. I am a person with great luck and there is no good end to betting with me. If you want to prepare yourself for this, the chances of your winning is practically zero. "

"I don't believe I can't beat you once!" Xuan Hao said angrily.

"Alright, if that's the case, then let's bet once more. This time, you choose first!" Lin Fan said very calmly.

That bastard, I bet he loses." Xuan Hao pointed to a person, this person was the Myriad Sword Sect disciple that followed behind Situ Chengfeng. Xuan Hao had a confident smile on his face, this person was in a dark mood, even darker than the last few people.

She looked at Lin Fan with a hint of provocation and said, "How about it, do you dare to bet?"

"Tch!"

Lin Fan laughed, "There is nothing for me to not dare, since you chose that person, then I have no choice but to choose someone else. However, I have a feeling that although he looks to be dead, a scheming person like him will not lose so easily, are you sure you want to bet?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Hao's palm had already reached him.

Although Xuan Hao was full of confidence, he was actually very nervous inside. This time, he definitely had to win, and he really couldn't afford to lose, on the other hand, Lin Fan had a calm face, even if he lost, it would be nothing, winning was already enough.

On a nearby battlefield, that disciple from Myriad Sword Sect was continuously being pushed back, losing out at the very beginning.

Seeing this, Xuan Hao revealed an excited expression, and even gave Lin Fan a glance, the meaning was very obvious. Do you see that, that brat is dead for sure, you have lost for sure, Lin Fan's face was as calm as before, the meaning in his eyes was extremely obvious, until the last moment, no one knew what the outcome would be.

"Hehe, I heard that the Myriad Sword Sect Sword Hero's strength is extraordinary, and is the number one disciple in this generation of Myriad Sword Sect. "This strength is too weak, it really disappoints me!"

"If that's all you have, then go die!"

"One sword to decide the world!"

"Humph!" A hint of a cold sneer appeared in the eyes of the swordsman. One moment he was down, the next he was up. His previous dejection completely disappeared, and the sharp sword in his hand let out a sword hum as he swung it down.

With a slash, the sword qi spread out in all directions.

"Myriad Swords Art, Under Heaven's Myriad Swords, Only My Slash!"

The ten thousand sword qi combined into one and stabbed forward. The two swords clashed and the sword qi dissipated. The sword qi pierced through space and stabbed into the man's chest.

"You …"

That person's eyes were filled with shock. He did not understand why the Sword Hero was acting so differently from the next moment.

A sneer appeared on the face of the swordsman, "This is my Dao of the Sword, the Bitter Sword. I have to endure all kinds of hardships and continue to grow, until the last moment erupts, the more pain I feel, the stronger the sword qi will erupt at the last moment!"

With a hint of dissatisfaction, the man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Hao panicked, and stuttered: "This … What's going on? This bastard, how could that sword attack be so powerful? What kind of sword path are you training in? It didn't matter if you tricked others. You tricked me, tricked me!

Lin Fan laughed complacently, "Hehe, Fraud, remember, you are mine now."

As a former Supreme Powerhouse of the way of the sword, he knew very well what kind of sword path this person trained in. People who practiced the way of the sword would definitely be bullied and humiliated since they were young.

Since the path of the sword was the path of life and the path of the Bitter Sword was the path of life, life must be very arduous.

Everything that had happened before was just an act. To be able to cultivate the path of the sword to such a degree, he must have felt a great deal of difficulty. After such a humiliating experience, this person was very shrewd.

"Hmph!"

Xuan Hao snorted, lowered his head, and no longer dared to look at Lin Fan.

The battle on the other side became more and more intense and tragic. Initially, it was just a probing battle, but once someone was injured and died, the nature of the battle would change. It would become a vicious cycle that would only get worse and worse.

"Di Daofeng, die! Eat my spear! Hidden Dragon Gazing at the Moon!"

Situ Chengfeng shouted as his spear merged with his body, like a Divine Dragon soaring in the sky. The Forceful Vision was in a huge array of Forceful Vision s, thrusting straight towards the emperor's path, the airflow in this state was able to expel the surrounding space.

"Eight Styles of Genuine Force, Wu Dingtian!"

Di Daofeng was the son of Di Xing, but he did not inherit his father's legacy and became a swordsman. He walked the path of a fist, and once this fist was unleashed, he was like a great emperor descending to the mortal world.

The Eight Movements of the Genuine Force was an absolute art created by the Great Emperor Ming Hao back then.

To execute this move, one had to be born into the royal family, possess dragon aura, experience the life of the world, and understand the lands of the mountains and rivers. Only in this world could one execute such a move.

This was truly a punch that could calm the world. That thick Qi carried a trace of the power of the national treasure, making it exceptionally heavy.

The fist landed on the tip of Di Daofeng's spear, emitting a sizzling sound. It turned out that Di Daofeng was also an Earth Level Divine Artifact, which allowed his fist power to increase by several folds.

In the distance, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Fraud, who do you think is stronger?"

Xuan Hao said with dissatisfaction, "Brat, you did this on purpose to strike a blow at me, didn't you! "I won't bet with you anymore. I'll believe your words. Whoever you say wins will win. Those who would have lost would have won because of your words!"

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "I really don't know, it was pure luck."

Even if he beat Xuan Hao to death, he wouldn't believe Lin Fan's words. In his heart, he definitely would have already known who would win and who would lose.

Both of his hands held onto the spear body, he suddenly turned, and the spiralling force condensed once again. The spear body bent, Situ Chengfeng's right leg suddenly stepped forward, his strength burst forth, the spear tip releasing a strong burst of light.

Drink!

His two fists were one and the gauntlet combined with the force was releasing a burst of dazzling light. His fist struck forward and shattered the Spear Blade.

"Eight Styles of Genuine Force, Punch of the World!"

The fist of the world, the heart in the world, the heart in the world, experience the world, fuse with the hearts of the people in the world, one must obtain the approval of the people in the world to be able to practice this fist.

Sensing the power of this punch, Situ Chengfeng's eyes revealed a look of caution

"A true dragon unmatched, looking down upon the world!"

Divine Dragon, high above in the sky, with the will of the world, what does it have to do with me, what does it have to do with me, my thoughts are to be above the world, to look down upon the world, to stab forward with my spear, to eliminate all the living beings in the world.

End of Heaven, Devil Clan, Demon King Shen Yuan, the temporary commander of the Devil Clan. Standing on top of the Devil Clan, at the very center of the Holy Altar, was a sculpture that was several tens of meters tall, exuding an endless might.

Around the Holy Altar, there were nine stone pillars. These stone pillars were nine Zhang long and five to six people holding their arms wide.

Beneath the Holy Altar, the eight great demon kings and eighty-one Devil General s, and tens of thousands of Devil Clan s stood there with excited expressions, as though the time for their Devil Clan was about to arrive.

On the stage, Demon King Shen Yuan's face carried a trace of foresight, and said: "I have already received Lord Demon Emperor's message, the Devil Clan has been quiet for too long, it's time for us to leave. Sky Martial Continent belongs to our Devil Clan, the world belongs to our Devil Clan."

"Bring them up!" Demon King Shen Yuan shouted.