How powerful was the might of Ye Fan's palm?
In just an instant, it caused the waves to roll over, sending huge waves into the sky.
The entire island at the heart of the West Lake disintegrated in an instant.
The martial artists who survived before, without exception, were all smashed into the bottom of the lake by Ye Fan under his palm, along with the deserted island.
"No~"
"No!"
.....
"I am the Yanxia Patriarch, I am the special envoy of the Martial God Temple, how dare you kill me?"
.....
Before he died, Martial God Hall Special Envoy He Chen's eyes were red and he hissed at the top of his lungs.
The harsh sound resounded in all directions.
However, no matter how much that He Chen hissed, it was to no avail.
Boom~
Finally, with a low boom.
The heaven-defying palm seal instantly fell.
Tendons and bones shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Patriarch He Chen, died violently on the spot.
His tattered body was washed to pieces by the waters of that Western Lake.
No one knew how remorseful He Chen's heart was before he died.
After all, they had underestimated Ye Fan.
They had thought that after the battle with Lu Songliang, Ye Fan must have been greatly depleted.
With the combined attack of so many of them, even if they could not defeat Ye Fan, they would have no problem defending themselves.
However, He Chen had never dreamed that Ye Fan's strength would be so strong.
With a single punch, a single kick and a single palm, he had blown away all of the people's reliance!
If they had known this, I guess He Chen and the others would never have messed with this demon king in front of them even if they had been killed, right?
Hoo~
The cold wind was bitterly cold and swept up thousands of waves.
At this moment, the entire Xizi Lake was treacherous.
The waves were rolling wildly!
And the residual power contained in Ye Fan's palm was still sweeping wildly in all directions.
In the distance, He Yurou and Chu Wenfei, who had already taken refuge on the boat, looked at the huge waves that were coming at them, and their brows were even more desperate.
The four of them knew very well that once they were hit by this huge wave, they were bound to be shattered like the shattered boulder, right?
Ye Fan's might was so powerful that even He Chen and the rest of the martial powerhouses could not stop it, let alone a few mortals like them.
"Really, are you going to die?"
He Yurou's eyebrows flushed red as she looked ahead with slight trepidation, her heart complicated.
She just didn't expect that she would die in Ye Fan's hands.
Chu Wenfei and the others were even more desperate, filled with remorse.
They should never have mixed in in the first place.
Now, well, they were miserable and suffered the scourge of the pool.
It was clear that they had done nothing, yet they were about to fall here as well.
However, just as He Yurou and the others were waiting in despair to die.
Suddenly, a green mane of energy swept in and formed an energy barrier in front of He Yurou and the others, protecting the four of them securely.
No matter how strong the wind and rain were, they did not budge even a little bit when they hit the barrier.
"I... We're not dead?"
"Saved?"
After a long time, the storm stopped.
Yang Zijiang and the other four shouted in excitement as they survived the robbery.
Only He Yurou looked up.
Only to see a young boy standing proudly at the river in the sky.
Behind him, a sea of clouds tumbled.
Beneath his feet, there were the waters of the West Lake surging.
He looked majestic, his pupils deep and distant.
His ethereal posture is like that of an immortal who has been relegated to the mortal world.
Looking at him from afar, he made people feel as if they were on a mountain, as if they were walking on thin ice, with a feeling of endless subservience and prostration.
In front of the young man, the original island in the centre of the lake has disappeared, leaving only a vast lake and sea.
On it, there was blood flowing and limbs floating.
The bloody and horrific scene was shocking to the eyes!
Who would have thought that the Sealing Ceremony, which had been a lively event just a few hours ago, had now become a complete purgatory of scenes.
Two Patriarchs, all beheaded.
One was nailed to the stone pillar by Ye Fan's sword, and now his body had sunk to the bottom of the lake.
The other, even more miserable, had his entire body blown up by Ye Fan and crushed into mush with a single palm!
In just half a day's work, a number and a master had completely fallen.
Not only that, but all the hundreds of martial artists who came to the banquet were also suppressed by Ye Fan with an unrivalled force, to the bottom of the lake, their lives and deaths unknown.
Once again, with his powerful and ruthless methods, Ye Fan used blood and life to show the world.
A great master is not to be humiliated!
He, Ye Fan, could not be humiliated!
Hoo~
Above the West Lake, the breeze stirred.
He Yurou stood on tiptoe, watching from afar.
For some reason, he only felt that the young man under the light of the Heavenly River was so dazzling.
After suppressing the crowd, Ye Fan did not linger here and turned to leave.
"Mr. Chu, please stay~"
Suddenly, a youthful and slightly frightened voice quietly rang out.
Ye Fan turned his head, only to see a clear and beautiful young girl, shouting at him.
"Just now, thank you very much indeed."
He Yu said softly, bowing slightly to Ye Fan to thank him.
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and coldly surveyed the woman in front of him, "I have killed so many people and you are not afraid of me? You don't think I'm a devil who kills people like a pest and treats life like an ant?"
He Yurou first nodded, then shook her head, "I'm afraid, but not afraid."
"Oh?" Ye Fan laughed lightly, "What do you mean by that?"
He Yurou said seriously, "Seeing so many people die, there is no one who would not be frightened and afraid."
"But I am not afraid of Mr. Chu."
"Because I know that it wasn't Mr. Chu's fault."
"They were the ones who wanted to kill Mr. Chu in the first place, and now that they have ended up like this, they can only be blamed for their own incompetence, and there is no one else to blame."
"If Mr. Chu was really that kind of murderous devil, he wouldn't have saved us just now."
He Yurou's soft words slowly rang out above this West Lake.
When Ye Fan heard it, a few ripples faintly rose in those calm deep eyes.
He did not expect that there were still sensible people here.
"What is your name?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.
"Last name is He, first name is Yurou." He Yurou hurriedly said back.
Ye Fan nodded his head, "He Yurou? I remember."
After saying that, Ye Fan turned around abruptly, no longer staying, and immediately stepped onto the lake and left.
Only leaving behind him, a mess of wreckage.
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"Dad, what should we do?"
"Is our Lu family really going to be completely finished."
At the same time, Lu Hua's father and son were driving frantically through the streets of Lin'an.
Inside the car, Lu Hua was so terrified that his entire face was pale. His voice almost sounded like he was crying.
He was really scared.
After all, he had just seen with his own eyes that his grandfather, Lu Songliang, who had just stepped into the Seal Realm, had been nailed to death by Ye Fan with a sword on top of a stone pillar.
At that time, Lu Hua's father and son knew that the momentum was over, so they took advantage of the chaos to flee from the West Lake.
Who knows, at this time, where Lu Zi Ming was about to take his son and flee to?
"Xiaohua, calm down, you must be calm."
"At any moment, you must not give up~"
"As long as you are still alive, our Lui family will not be finished."
"Your grandfather didn't tell us your whereabouts until his death, just to protect you and let you continue the legacy of my Lui family~"