Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613 – This Old Man’s Yan Huang ancestor

“Rumble!”

A loud sound echoed out.

A crack line extended for thousands of meters before the ancestors of Zhans was smashed into the ground, causing blood to spurt all over the ground.

Long Fei smiled slightly and said: “Just bury him directly in the ground. Save it the trouble of burying him.”

“Hahaha …”

The faces of the surrounding Zhan Clan disciples turned ugly.

For three Nine Secret Warrior Family s to be slaughtered consecutively, was this still a war house?

Just how strong was Long Fei?

Would he be able to withstand it?

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, the strength that Long Fei had displayed was just too terrifying.

He couldn’t withstand it at all!

Zhan Tiantu frowned tightly, and said in a low voice: “Master, do you want Wushuang to come back? After all, he has obtained the power of our ancestor, he can definitely …”

Not waiting for him to finish.

The wartiger shouted, “No need!”

“If I can’t even handle a mere Long Fei, I’m not fit to be the Master of a war family, and based on that, I don’t deserve to live in this world.”

Anger!

It burned crazily in the wartiger’s mind.

He could only watch as his brothers died one by one. He had never experienced pain like this before, and it was extremely painful.

The wartiger stared at Long Fei and said: “Brat, I have to say, your strength is unexpected. You made me angry, so … You will definitely die! “

Long Fei looked at the transformation time, he was a little nervous, there were only twenty seconds left.

Immediately.

Long Fei laughed: “Old trash, don’t dilly-dally. Come at me together, that would save you more time.”

I don’t want to talk to him.

As long as the five of them were not acting in concert, Long Fei would be able to handle it. Furthermore, Long Fei had not completely grasped the power of this transformation.

“Kid!”

“Stop being so arrogant!”

The wartiger roared. The four Master s beside him rushed out at the same time, instantly landing in Long Fei’s four directions.

“Kill!”

The four of them attacked at the same time.

Long Fei pulled out a few hairs on his body, “Change!”

Multiple clones materialized.

In that moment, Long Fei did not expect that the wartiger would suddenly disappear, and he could not sense his Qi at all.

wartiger s were the strongest of the nine great Master, and were extremely close to a two star expert.

His aura was something that Long Fei’s current cultivation could not sense.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

The four of them hacked down at the same time, their four hairs standing on end.

Long Fei did not immediately reveal his Real Face. Instead, he turned into a small worm and hid himself.

“Long Fei, come out and die!”

“You dog, aren’t you arrogant? Come out here and die? “

“Get out here to die!”

Long Fei remained unmoved. He was waiting, he had to find the location of the wartiger for him to be able to move.

However …

Time was too precious for him now.

The transformation time was running out bit by bit. Ten seconds, nine seconds … Five seconds …

If this continued, he would recover his Real Face’s appearance once the time to transform. At that time, things might not be easy.

“There are only three seconds left.”

Seeing that there were only three seconds left, Long Fei could not wait any longer.

In that instant.

Long Fei’s figure moved, the burning golden cudgel fiercely smashed down towards the head of a Master, and at that moment, the wartiger suddenly rushed out from the void, and growled out: “Long Fei, die!”

One palm!

A golden light.

It was as if the scorching sun was in his hands.

An incomparably hot energy instantly rushed into Long Fei’s mind. In his sea of consciousness, he sensed an incomparably strong energy aura and the blood on top of Long Fei’s head practically bottomed out in an instant.

“Resurrection Ring, open!”

“Ding!”

“The Resurrection Ring has been opened!”

“Alright!”

Long Fei knew that he would not be able to withstand the palm of the wartiger, so he threw caution to the wind, and the golden cudgel in his hands exploded at the last second of the transformation time.

“Rumble!”

The power from the golden cudgel cut through the air, directly slicing a ancestors of Zhans in half.

“Explode!”

“Rumble!”

Once his health fell, he would be instantly killed.

The wartiger roared like thunder, “Ah … “Die!”

Burning Heaven Flames poured into Long Fei’s body.

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The amount of blood on top of Long Fei’s head also instantly bottomed out, and he died with a single palm strike.

His body fell to the ground.

“Third brother, third brother …”

A few ancestors of Zhans s surrounded the Master that was split into two halves by Long Fei, blood flowing all over the ground.

The wartiger looked at Long Fei’s’ corpse ‘and felt that it was a little strange, “My Burning Heaven Fire carried the destructive element, but why is his body not damaged in the slightest?”

Under that one palm, he was certain that Long Fei was dead for sure.

Moreover.

Long Fei did not have any defense.

Normally, if Long Fei died, he would definitely die. Not only would he die, his body would also not be smashed into smithereens. However, Long Fei’s body was not damaged in the slightest.

This confused the wartiger.

He did not think much about it, since Long Fei was already dead.

The Zhan Clan disciples cheered.

“He’s finally dead!”

“Hahaha… To challenge the Master, you are courting death. “

“The mighty Master.”

“Master is awesome.”

Long Fei’s heart had also relaxed slightly. The Zhan Clan was severely injured by Long Fei; five Master s fell, and nine Divine level powerhouse s fell.

He had to admit that Long Fei was very strong.

Injured by the Zhan Clan’s vital energy.

However …

As long as Zhan Wushuang was not affected, these injuries were not a problem.

Zhan Wushuang condensed his Divine Spark, flew to the ancient holy battlefield, and recovered all of the Zhan Clan’s former glory. When Zhan Wushuang gained his footing in the ancient holy battlefield, that would be when Zhan Clan returned to the divinity.

Right now, Zhan Wushuang was the core of the Zhan Clan.

As long as Zhan Wushuang did not die, it did not matter.

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“Rumble …”

A few deafening noises resounded outside Zhan family’s valley.

A roar.

“Long Fei!”

“Buzz!”

A figure heavily fell down, instantly landing in front of the wartiger. Looking at Long Fei who had collapsed on the ground, the space between his eyebrows tightened, “You guys killed him?”

The wartiger’s expression turned cold, “Who are you?”

The old man standing in front of him had an extremely dense aura, so much so that … Not inferior to him.

It was hard to imagine.

Does Chaos Realm have such a powerhouse?

It was also at this time.

A disciple hurriedly ran into the valley and said: “Clan leader, something bad has happened!”

Zhan Tiantu’s eyes turned sinister, he asked softly: “What is it?”

Long Fei had already dealt with it, so anything was not a problem.

That disciple’s face was pale as he said, “We, we, our Zhan Clan Valley has been surrounded.”

“Huh?”

Zhan Tiantu’s face darkened, he snorted and said: “Who dares to go against my Zhan Clan in Chaos Realm, are you courting death?”

The old man standing in front of the wartiger said solemnly: “It’s this old man!”

The wartiger asked again: “Who are you?”

The elder’s cold voice rang out, “This old man’s Yan Huang ancestor!”