Faced with such disgust, Han Sanqian was very angry, but at the moment, he couldn't do anything, because the gravity brought by his shoulders almost made him unable to move.

At this time, the divine realm seemed very weak, because Han Sanqian had no ability to resist.

"Little boy, let me ask you one more question, what do you want to do?" Han Sanqian said through gritted teeth. He was bold enough to call him boy without being afraid that the other party would ask for his name.

The man raised his head and asked Han Sanqian with surprise, "Am I very white?"

Han Sanqian almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. This was probably the most incredible answer he got when he scolded the boy.

"Among the Fu clan, I am indeed the whitest. Thank you for your compliment, but it's a pity that even so, I don't have any good feelings for you." The man said regretfully, as if he really wanted to change his view of Han Sanqian, and then I really can't force my heart, and the expression expresses the word tangled vividly.

Han Sanqian simply felt that the guy in front of him was an idiot, and he didn't know how such an idiot cultivated to such a level.

"What do you want to do?" Han Sanqian asked again.

The man tapped the folding fan lightly on Han Sanqian's shoulder.

Han Sanqian suddenly felt as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed, his blood surged up, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. After that, his legs could no longer bear the huge gravity, and they knelt down together.

"A waste like you doesn't need to dirty my hands at all, but the family has an order, and I have no choice but to kill you with my own hands." The man said.

Han Sanqian was horrified, this Fu clan was too unreasonable, killing people at every turn, he didn't offend this family.

"Why, why do you kill me?" Han Sanqian asked.

The man laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke.

"I heard you right, why do you need to kill an ant like you, a lowly creature from a lowly world, don't you deserve to die?" the man said.

This sentence completely ignited Han Sanqian's anger, but it's a pity that anger can't bring the strength between Han Sanqian and the man closer. No matter how angry he is, no matter how much he wants to resist, in the face of such a powerful force, Han Sanqian couldn't make the slightest resistance.

The god-level powerhouses in the Xuanyuan world are like ants and incompetent waste in front of these people.

"He's my man. If you say kill him, what are you?" A familiar voice came from the air.

When the man heard this voice, his face became even paler and bloodless.

The corners of Han Sanqian's mouth rose, revealing a smile.

The appearance of this voice meant that he escaped death.

Su Yingxia strolled in the courtyard, seemingly coming slowly, but in two or three steps, she had already walked in front of Han Sanqian.

The man bowed deeply, and shouted in horror, "Saint."

The rest of the men in black robes knelt down on one knee in front of Su Yingxia.

This scene was particularly shocking to Han Sanqian.

Although he had already guessed that Su Yingxia was not simple, the extent to which it was not simple was beyond Han Sanqian's imagination.

How can you not be shocked when you see it with your own eyes?

"Saint, this is the patriarch's order." The man said to Su Yingxia in panic, as if he was afraid that Su Yingxia would place the responsibility on him.

Su Yingxia didn't speak, but helped Han Sanqian who was kneeling on the ground to get up.

"I just came a little late, and you are in such a mess." Su Yingxia said. JrNovels.com