Chapter 1063: Sentencing the Fate of the Yan Clan

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"Uh!"

A burst of pain resembling the patriarch of the extreme clan made the faces of the people of the Yan clan change greatly. Pinshu Network w w w . v o d t w . c o m

When Shi Feng stabbed Yan Lun with his sword just now, an invisible and hot force enveloped him, wanting to kill him beyond his capacity.

As a result, Shi Feng's left hand condensed the power of a demigod with a flick, not only breaking the invisible force, but also shooting out an invisible force, hitting the Yan Clan's patriarch, Yan Feng, who was hiding in the dark.

In the sky above Shi Feng, a middle-aged man with an emperor-like aura appeared. It was Yan Feng, the chief of the Yan clan.

However, at this moment, Yan Feng no longer had the aloof aura he had that night. There was blood on his face, his eyes widened, and he stared down in shock.

Underneath, his son Yan Lun, whose body was rapidly withering away, was a living person, and soon became a mummified corpse that was drained of water.

But at this moment, Yan Feng stared at the young black figure with a look that was even more shocking than his son's death.

The man who had almost died in his own hands actually broke his extremely powerful blow with one finger, and even injured himself.

In a short period of time, he has reached such heights.

What adventures did he have during this period of time!

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Shi Feng looked up at Yan Feng with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

With a move of his right hand, he pulled out the bloodthirsty long sword that pierced the throat of the mummified corpse, and the shriveled mummy immediately fell towards the ground.

Shi Feng's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Yan Fengde.

"You!" When Yan Feng only said the word "you", Shi Feng raised his left hand and slapped Yan Feng directly.

"You! Ah! Presumptuous!" Seeing Shi Feng slap him directly, Yan Feng suddenly burst into a loud shout.

He is the patriarch of the dignified Yan tribe, and in the Yan tribe, he is the king!

How could he be so humiliated!

Suddenly, a strong aura rose from Yan Feng's body, and he actually burned his life essence directly.

"You little beast! Do you really think that I, Yan Feng, can be bullied?"

The essence of life was burning, Yan Feng saw Shi Feng's slap, and his face was fierce. The palm of the hand slammed violently.

As expected of Yan Feng, the patriarch of the Yan clan, this punch that burned his life essence had reached the pinnacle of a one-star demigod.

Yan Feng has already pinned everything on this punch, and even if his cultivation base is severely damaged, he must eradicate this threat.

"Hmph, burning the essence of life? Do you think it's strong? Chief of the Yan clan." Seeing Yan Feng's resistance, Shi Feng disdainfully said.

The slap that he swiped continued, and he continued to swipe forward. Immediately afterwards, Yan Feng's punch collided with Shi Feng's palm.

With a "smack" sound, a crisp sound rang out, and Yan Feng's face was full of shock.

His full-strength punch didn't blow up the man's palm, but his own fist was shaken and flung backwards, like a juggling act.

At this time, Shi Feng's slap continued to swipe towards Yan Feng's face, and it arrived in an instant.

"No! No!" The slap came, Yan Feng widened his eyes, and let out two extremely unwilling roars.

Being slapped in the face in front of so many people from the Yan clan is more uncomfortable than death for him!

But no matter how unwilling Yan Feng was, he couldn't change the trajectory of that slap and fan, and a crisp "slap" sounded on Yan Feng's face.

In front of thousands of people from the Yan tribe, Shi Feng slapped their patriarch Yan Feng heavily.

On Yan Feng's face, a clear five-finger palm print was left.

"Clan...the patriarch..."

"This... this evil mountain witch... he... dare!"

"He...but...hateful...how could this be...the patriarch..."

The patriarch Yan Feng was slapped by someone,

The people of the Yan clan are extremely uncomfortable.

The face of the patriarch was slapped in front of everyone's eyes, just like being slapped on the face of every Yan clan.

"Ah!" And Yan Feng, at this moment, shouted like a madman.

The whole person looked extremely violent.

"Humph! The high-ranking Yan Clan's Patriarch!" Shi Feng said coldly, looking at Yan Feng who was in a state of rage.

"Young Master Ye, just accidentally entered your Yan clan territory, and Master Ben said to leave immediately! But you, the high-ranking Yan clan, the high-ranking Yan clan patriarch, are unwilling and unforgiving. To death!"

Shi Feng spoke to Yan Feng, and his tone became more and more cold.

"You bastard, you deserve to die! I hate, I regret, I didn't kill you that little beast that night!" Yan Feng roared at Shi Feng.

"Hmph! Now, regret is useless! Tonight, it will be your death, and you will die in the hands of this young master. You will be scattered and turned into an unrecognizable mummy." Shi Feng said again coldly, The bloodthirsty sword in his hand stabbed towards Yan Feng.

Yan Feng had previously burned the essence of his life and punched Shi Feng with all his strength, and his strength had already been exhausted.

Now that Shi Feng's sword was stabbed, he had no strength to resist. Shi Feng's sword easily pierced into Yan Feng's heart, and then penetrated from his back.

"Uh..." A painful moan came out of Yan Feng's mouth. He hunched over, raised his head, and glared at Shi Feng fiercely.

"Clan... patriarch..."

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

The body of the patriarch Yan Feng was pierced. At this moment, the members of the Yan Clan let out bursts of sorrowful roars.

Immediately after, under the gaze of one after another, the people of the Yan clan saw Yan Feng's body and quickly shriveled.

The bloodthirsty sword devoured blood, and Yan Feng soon followed in the footsteps of his son Yan Lun and turned into an extremely shriveled corpse.

The soul was quickly swallowed by Shi Feng.

When Shi Feng pulled out the bloodthirsty sword, Yan Feng's body fell to the ground below.

Afterwards, Shi Feng's head slowly lifted, his eyes swept forward, and he swept towards the densely packed, burning flames.

"The Yan Tribe!" Shi Feng said these four words when he suddenly sensed that the bloodthirsty sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Putting the trembling bloodthirsty sword in front of him, Shi Feng said: "It seems that the blood of those two people just now can't satisfy you at all! But it doesn't matter, the blood flowing in these people's bodies will belong to you tonight! No one will stay."

"Tonight, none of the Yan clan will stay!"

"Tonight, none of the Yan clan will stay..."

In this blazing world, Shi Feng's indifferent words suddenly echoed.

But in the ears of thousands of people from the Yan clan, it seems that the god of death has pronounced judgment on their life and death!

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