Ye Fan's ruthlessness undoubtedly scared them out of their wits.

They never thought that Ye Fan would be so cruel!

One punch directly killed so many people.

How did he do it?

Isn't he afraid of retribution?

Isn't he afraid of revenge from the martial arts of various countries?

While everyone was panicking, Ye Fan's offensive struck again.

"The third form, the overturning seal!"

In Sen Ran's words, a palm print covering the sky gathered together again.

That terrifying power was even stronger than before.

That monstrous palm print was even stronger than that punch!

It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized that Ye Fan was going to kill all the powerful people from their countries.

"madman.."

"He's a lunatic~"

Some people cried, some wailed, and some sighed sadly.

In those bleak words, there was remorse, fear, or resentment.

They shouted, they cried, they fled in all directions.

But it's useless.

Under Ye Fan's giant palm, each and every life exploded like a ball under Ye Fan's palm.

The bright red blood spurted in all directions.

It dyed the sky red, the land red, and the thousands of plants and trees red.

For a moment, the world here seemed to be raining blood-colored.

However, the battle did not stop, and Ye Fan's killing continued.

He is like a dying ghost, wielding a sickle, harvesting lives frantically.

In front of this young man, these martial arts seniors who are well-known in various countries, a strong one, are like grass, harvested and slaughtered by him at will.

Perhaps, there are powerful people from all over the world gathered here.

Perhaps there are hundreds of people here.

However, to Ye Fan, it was like no one's land.

There is no resistance, no fighting, only one-sided killing.

One after another fell, and one after another blood curtains exploded. JrNovels.com