"No! What did I just see? Did Ye Fan's finger just twitch?"
Ever since Chen Longpeng learned that Ye Fan was from the ancient dicine God Pavilion sect, his heart had been on edge.
He had keenly caught that slight movent of Ye Fan's finger just a mont ago, and his face changed dramatically in an instant.
Xiong Yibing said dismissively, "Long Peng, brother, are you seeing things? Although Ye Fan is quite strong, he has finally been slain by our joint efforts! I think you're just overly tense, seeing hallucinations!"
"Seeing hallucinations?"
Chen Longpeng was taken aback, his expression grave as he said, "No! Impossible! I definitely did not see it wrong, Ye Fan's finger definitely moved just now!"
"Oh dear, Long Peng, brother, stop deceiving yourself, Ye Fan is absolutely dead!" Xiong Yibing said with absolute certainty.
Just now, Chen Longpeng's spear strike shook heaven and earth, and though Xiong Yibing was an established Martial King, he felt that the killing intent of Chen Longpeng's final strike was even more frightening than Ye Fan's Hundred Paces Flying Sword. If that spear strike had been aid at him, he feared he might have died then and there.
Therefore, he could assert that Ye Fan could not have survived Chen Longpeng's fearso strike.
Even more so, Xiong Yibing believed that even soone a realm higher than a Martial King, facing Chen Longpeng's spear, would quake with fear.
"Right! Master Peng, that kid must have been killed by your spear, he couldn't possibly have survived. If he didn't die from that strike, wouldn't that be defying the heavens?"
"Master Peng, you must have been seeing things, the kid is dead as a doornail! Hahahaha..."
"Yeah, Master Peng, if the kid's still alive, I'll perform an act of eating feces to kill myself right here and now!"
In an instant, many Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea burst into laughter, unanimously agreeing with Xiong Yibing that Ye Fan had certainly been killed by Chen Longpeng's spear.
They were all aware of the dominance of the Thirteen Life-Claiming Spears; they refused to believe that Ye Fan could withstand Chen Longpeng's lethal strike with his re flesh and blood.
"Oh? Who was planning to perform an act of eating feces to commit suicide? I am truly looking forward to it!"
Suddenly, amidst the roar of laughter, a jarring voice suddenly rang out.
"Hm? Who's still talking?"
Upon hearing this unexpected voice, many were shocked.
Just then, Ye Fan, whom everyone thought was dead, suddenly stood up from the ground.
"A ghost!"
As soone saw Ye Fan standing up, he scread as if seeing a ghost.
"Tsk tsk! It's been a long ti since I've experienced the taste of blood. The Thirteenth Spear, good, very good!"
After standing up, Ye Fan glanced over the crowd, his gaze icy wherever it passed.
"He's not dead? Damn it! The kid actually isn't dead?"
"He took Master Peng's strongest hit of the Thirteen Life-Claiming Spears and he's still not dead?"
"He's really not dead? Impossible! This cannot be possible!"
A group of Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea saw Ye Fan co back to life and cried out in disbelief.
"Not dead?"
The smile on Xiong Yibing's face instantly froze, and Chen Longpeng gripped his Silver Spear tightly, sweating profusely as if facing a great enemy.
In the vast scene, no one felt the pressure more intensely than Chen Longpeng.
Because he knew too well the ferocity of his last spear. If that couldn't kill Ye Fan, then they were in real trouble now.
"How is it possible? How could Ye Fan not be dead?"
The siblings from the Su Family, along with Huang Zicheng and others, almost popped their eyes out in disbelief.
"Gentlen, didn't expect , Ye Fan, to co back to life, did you? If you want to kill , the little skills you have are far from enough!"
Staring at the crowd, Ye Fan sneered coldly.
When he had returned from the borderlands, he had encountered a fierce ambush from the Six Nations, causing his combat power to plumt to one-tenth.
But even a cal starved to the point of death was still bigger than a horse, and no matter how strong Chen Longpeng was, it was impossible for him to kill Ye Fan with thirteen spears.
Especially since Ye Fan had long since developed copper skin and iron bones, reaching the point of being impervious to swords and spears.
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"He's not dead? Mister Ye, you really are tenacious!" said Xu Haoran from the Xu Family, unable to hold back his admiration.
In his view, Ye Fan at this mont was disheveled, his chest charred, and his hair in utter disarray; a common person would have been long dead under such conditions.
"As expected, Ye Fan isn't as simple as he appears on the surface! My intuition was right from the beginning!" said Xu Ruoxuan in shock.
Xiong Yibing, who was closest to Ye Fan, said in a cold voice, "So what if you're not dead? Having taken such a forceful strike from Chen Longpeng, even if you didn't die, you probably won't last much longer, will you?"
"Underestimate ? Hmph! Just try and see!" Ye Fan smirked with wicked charm.
"You really think I can't kill you?"
Ignoring him, Xiong Yibing was seething with rage.
In his view, Ye Fan, having suffered the blast from Chen Longpeng's The Thirteenth Spear, must be in a weaker state than he was.
Ye Fan gestured to Xiong Yibing with a beckoning hand, "You want to kill ? Bring it on!"
"Kill!!!"
Provoked once again by Ye Fan, Xiong Yibing, dragging his heavily injured body, rushed fiercely towards Ye Fan.
"Good!"
Watching the madly attacking Xiong Yibing, Ye Fan suddenly roared, "Seal, completely lifted!"
Hum!!!
In an instant, as Ye Fan's shout fell, a massively dangerous and violent power surged from within him.
"What... what power is this?"
Feeling the tumultuous and violent energy within Ye Fan, Xiong Yibing instantly changed color.
He could clearly feel that Ye Fan's Combat Power had vastly improved, even mightier than his own peak condition.
"Are you scared now?" Ye Fan jeered.
"Pretending to be a tiger when you're a fox, you really think I'd be afraid of you?"
Xiong Yibing roared, his left fist condensing as he ferociously aid for Ye Fan's heart.
Gathering all his strength, he intended to smash Ye Fan's heart with one punch.
Boom!!!
Under countless gazes, Ye Fan did not dodge or evade, allowing Xiong Yibing's fist to slam into his chest.
"I did it!"
Having landed a punch on Ye Fan's chest, Xiong Yibing's face lit up with wild joy.
He didn't believe Ye Fan could survive that punch in his injured state.
"Aren't you celebrating a little too early?"
Just as Xiong Yibing was basking in his self-satisfaction, a playful laugh rang in his ear.
Xiong Yibing looked up abruptly, only to see Ye Fan looking nonchalant, seemingly unfazed by pain as he watched him with amusent.
"Not dead?"
Seeing that Ye Fan was not dead, Xiong Yibing broke out in a cold sweat, realizing the bad turn of events and trying to retreat quickly.
Thinking of escaping? Do you think you can?"
Ye Fan sneered coldly, waving his big hand and abruptly seizing Xiong Yibing's throat.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
With his throat seized by Ye Fan, Xiong Yibing struggled frantically.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan's grip was like a giant vise, leaving him no chance to escape.
"Senseless!"
Holding onto Xiong Yibing's throat and exerting a slight force, Ye Fan lifted him like a little chick.
"Let go! Let go! Ugh! Ugh!"
Xiong Yibing felt himself struggling to breathe, fighting desperately, but it was futile.
Staring at Xiong Yibing's reddening face, Ye Fan smiled icily, "The Imperial Capital Ye Family owes far too much, and today I will start collecting so interest from you! This is the end!"
"Not good!"
Realizing Ye Fan intended to kill him, Xiong Yibing's features twisted in horror.
He tried to struggle free, but Ye Fan's grip was too strong; before he could escape, Ye Fan suddenly exerted his strength and, in full view of everyone, Xiong Yibing's neck snapped, leaving him utterly still.
"Dead? Xiong Yibing is dead?"
Seeing Ye Fan squeeze the life out of Xiong Yibing, the crowd around Yanming Lake was thoroughly shocked.
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