Yang Tian looked at the fan, thinking that the Xuantian Sect might make him wary. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared in his heart.
When he was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, he could exert pressure on the gods.
Now that he had advanced to the early stage of the Yuan Baobao realm, how could he feel fear?
Therefore, Yang said nothing and simply raised a hand.
In an instant, starting from the model tree, Fan Jiaren collapsed to the ground as if completely ignoring her existence—it seemed impossible for her to survive.
"You... you dare! Aren't you afraid of the Xuantian Sect?"
Swish!
The fan's words weren't finished before a black streak of light slashed across his neck, abruptly silencing him.
Yang Tian said casually, "This day and this place—does a so-called Xuantian Sect Zone deserve to invoke my fear?"
Kill?
The entire Fan Family, including Wang Wei, were they slaughtered along with all their warriors?
