"You bloodthirsty devil!"

....

He Chen and the others were still shouting, but to no avail.

The power on Ye Fan's palm did not restrain in the slightest because of this.

On the contrary, it became stronger and stronger until it finally crashed down.

Looking at the majestic palm print that covered the sky and the sun, the people present were in despair.

"Wu... Wushuang Grandmaster, don't do it~"

....

"We were wrong, please..please.."

"Don't kill us~"

....

"Please~"

.....

They screamed in despair, they begged sadly.

They were full of remorse, they knelt down and begged for mercy, they wept in fear, and they fled crazily.

However, under Ye Fan's palm print that blocks the sky and the sun, even the titled master may not be able to escape, let alone these ants in front of him?

Boom~

The giant palm covering the sky finally fell.

How powerful is Ye Fan's palm?

In just an instant, the turbulent waves rolled and the huge waves surged into the sky.

The entire island above the West Lake collapsed in an instant.

And those warriors who survived before, without exception, were all under the palm of Ye Fan, together with the deserted island, they were thrown into the bottom of the lake by Ye Fan.

"No~"

"don't want!"

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"I am Grandmaster Yan Xia, and I am the special envoy of the Martial God Hall, how dare you kill me?"

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Before dying, He Chen, the special envoy of the Martial God Hall, had red eyes and roared at the top of his lungs.

The shrill sound resounded in all directions.

However, no matter how He Chen roared, it was of no avail. JrNovels.com