"No~"
"You can't ki ll me!"
"I am a Sealed Sovereign, I am the Pillar of Yanxia~"
"You youngster, how dare you ki ll me?"
Looking at the long sword that came in the air and feeling the bone-penetrating kil ling intent coming from Ye Fan, at this moment, Lu Songliang finally began to panic.
His tiger eyes were wide and he shouted like a madman.
Not only him, but also the other people on the lake island were all terrified.
In particular, He Chen, the special envoy of the Martial God Hall, shouted in a stern voice, "Ye Fan, stop!"
"Junior, how dare you?"
Amongst the crowd, many people were shouting in anger.
Lu Songliang was highly respected in the martial arts world and was deeply respected by the people.
Now that they saw that Ye Fan was actually going to ki ll Lu Songliang, the crowd present, naturally, could not resist and tried to dissuade him.
However, how could they stop the kil ling of the Peerless Seal?
The next moment, only a stabbing sound was heard.
A flash of cold light instantly flashed past.
In the midst of Lu Songliang's shocked and violent pupils, the sharp longsword, like a knife cutting through tofu, instantly pierced through Lu Songliang's skull.
After casting the Forbidden Technique, Lu Songliang's entire body was already at the end of its strength.
In the face of Ye Fan's attack, he was naturally unable to deal a single blow.
Crimson blood gushed out like blood.
In the end, the long sword wrapped around Lu Songliang's body and directly nailed him to the stone pillar on the island.
The hot blood stained the banner on the stone pillar red.
Above the banner, the words "Seal Ceremony" were still written.
But when he looked at it, the four words were so ironic.
Dead silence.
A dead silence!
All the people in this room were trembling silently.
Everyone's eyes were wide with disbelief as they watched the scene before them.
Who would have thought that Lu Songliang, who was so powerful and unparalleled just a moment ago, would fall like this?
I guess Lu Songliang himself did not expect that the Sealing Ceremony, in which he was given the title of Seal, which allowed him to rise to the pinnacle of power and strength, would become a sacrifice for himself?
After a lifetime of cultivation and a hundred days of seclusion, he had just broken through the realm and emerged from it shortly before he was decapitated.
Ironic!
A great irony.
If he had known this, I guess Lu Songliang would not have tacitly allowed Lu Hua to provoke the Jiangdong forces even if he had been kil led in the first place.
"This..."
"Patriarch Qing Yun, just... Just died like that?"
After a long silence, only then did a voice that drew in a cold breath resound quietly from this heaven and earth.
Everything that had just happened was too fast.
From Ye Fan's strike, to his powerful crushing, to Lu Songliang's instant defeat, and even being pierced through the skull by Ye Fan's sword.
All of this happened almost in a flash of lightning.
One must know that a few minutes ago, they were still cheering for Lu Songliang, congratulating him on his ascension to the top of the rankings and his divine achievement.
But in a short time, Lu Songliang, who had just been so glorious, had already become Ye Fan's deadly sword.
All this happened so suddenly that the crowd was caught off guard.
Some people, for a moment, even thought that it was just an illusion, that they had misread it.
It was Ye Fan who died and it was Lu Songliang who had the last laugh.
However, their eyes rubbed and rubbed again.
They found that the person nailed to the stone pillar was still the old family head of the Lu family, Lu Songliang.
It was only at this moment that they realised that Lu Songliang, had truly fallen.
"This ...."
"How is this possible?"
"That Ye Fan, how could he be so strong?"
"He's not even as old as us, I'm afraid?"
"Goodness, this is a demon, I'm afraid?"
Amongst the crowd, Yang Zijiang and Zhang Xinyu and the others only felt horrified and spoke unbelievably.
At the side, Chu Wenfei's heart was even more unsettled.
Only now did Chu Wenfei realise just how powerful Ye Fan was.
"No wonder, no wonder he has made all the bigwigs of Jiangdong subservient at a young age?"
"No wonder, he is a country boy, a son-in-law at home, causing the four seas to bend and the masters to kneel."
"So, this is his real strength."
"With this god-like power, if he is not the revered leader of Jiangdong, who else can be the revered leader of Jiangdong?"
Chu Wenfei shook his head and said, and at the end of his sentence, he even laughed out.
Only, his smile was full of frustration and self-deprecation.
Originally, Chu Wenfei thought that as long as he worked hard and upward, as long as he did not bother to work hard, twenty or thirty years, one day, he, Chu Wenfei, would catch up with Ye Fan and even trample him under his feet.
But now, after experiencing Ye Fan's true power, Chu Wenfei only felt that his former thoughts were so ridiculous.
Although he was proud, Chu Wenfei also knew himself.
He knew very well that with his skills, even if he was given a hundred years, not to mention thirty years, it would be difficult for him to have half of Ye Fan's power.
The man whom he once disdained, in the end, he found that he could not touch his fingertips even after a lifetime.
Irony, the greatest irony of all!
There is nothing more painful in life than this, is there?
While Chu Wenfei was lost, He Yurou at the side was always looking up at the young man in front of her.
In her beautiful eyes, there was an inexplicable glow.
I don't know why, but He Yurou only felt that the young man in front of her was so dazzling.
Back then, it was on Dongchang Lake, and today, it is on top of West Lake.
He always seemed, to be creating miracles.
Tick tick tick tick~
On the island in the heart of the lake, crimson blood fell slowly down the blade.
It splashed on the ground, but fell to pieces.
The crisp sound not only resounded in this part of the world, but also echoed in the hearts of the crowd.
As for Lu Songliang, he had long since lost his breath.
"You... You..."
"You actually kil led him?"
"You junior, how dare you, you actually kil led Elder Lu?"
"He is a Sealed Sovereign, a pillar of our country, a Sealed Power that the Martial God Temple has personally enthroned."
"You youngster, you really have the guts!"
Seeing Lu Songliang's miserable end, He Chen, the special envoy of the Martial God Hall, could be said to be so angry that his entire body was trembling.
He had never imagined that this Ye Fan would have the guts to ignore his advice and ki ll Lu Songliang without batting an eye.
Ye Fan's behaviour undoubtedly enraged He Chen to the core.
His veins rippled as he snapped at Ye Fan.
"Elder He is right!"
"You puppet hand, you heartless devil."
"You beheaded Elder Lu without distinguishing between red and white."
"Causing me, the Yanxia Martial Dao, to lose a pillar of a nation."
"You youngster, do you know your crime?"
As He Chen led the way, more and more people came out from the crowd, cursing harshly at Ye Fan and verbally attacking him.
Looking at that look, it seemed as if they wanted to avenge Lu Songliang's death.
Thinking about it, Lu Songliang had great prestige in the martial arts world and was a leader-like figure in the southern provinces, extremely popular and respected.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was just a junior who had come to the forefront of the martial arts world, and was already a controversial figure in the martial arts world, with most martial arts seniors not treating Ye Fan well.
Now that Ye Fan had kil led Lu Songliang, the people present were naturally angry and accused Ye Fan of brutality and ruthlessness.