On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

"You are...? Ye... Ye! Kill! Heaven!"

Yu Canghai guessed the identity of the visitor and was so frightened that he felt like he had been struck by lightning!

Congratulations, you got it right.

Ye Shitian smiled, and his eyes were no longer the clear eyes of a young boy, but filled with a thousand years of frost and endless killing!

"ah--!"

Lu Kexing let out a scream, tumbling and crawling, doing more than a dozen somersaults backward in one go.

"Ye Shitian?"

Jiang Fuyao stared wide-eyed at Ye Fan in disbelief, her heart churning with shock: 'Ye Fan, what are you up to now? What Ye Shitian... Do you think you can scare these two Martial Venerables by impersonating the God of Slaughter of Zhongzhou?'

Consort Xiao Ya and Consort Xiao Rong exchanged a glance.

Her beautiful eyes widened in shock! The person before her was clearly Xiao Fan! How could he possibly be Ye Shitian, the God of Slaughter of Zhongzhou?

Central Plains Killing God!

That was a being who ravaged the Central Plains and kept the Lord of the Holy Land awake at night!

More than a thousand years have passed, and just one name is still enough to terrify two second-tier Martial Venerables so much that they wet themselves in fear!

It's hard to imagine just how terrifying Ye Shitian was at his peak.

"Since you know who I am, why did you still dare to harm my disciple?"

Ye Shitian's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that pierced the very soul.

Yu Canghai trembled violently, his voice trembling: "Ye Fan... is your disciple? Impossible! You... you've been dead for hundreds of years!"

Thinking about this...

Yu Canghai realized what was happening!

"No, you're clearly Ye Fan... What kind of bullshit Ye Shitian dares to play me! Go to hell!"

Yu Canghai was enraged!

A punch unleashed a sonic boom, aimed straight at Ye Fan's head!

A hint of disdain flashed in Ye Shitian's eyes!

He raised his hand and snapped it shut!

"Snap!"

Yu Canghai, a second-tier Martial Venerable, unleashed a full-force punch, which was actually effortlessly blocked by two fingers!

"What?"

Consort Xiao Ya and Consort Xiao Rong exclaimed in surprise at the same time!

Yu Canghai wouldn't hold back! Xiao Fan really blocked a second-tier Martial Venerable's attack with just two fingers. Could it really be Ye Shitian?

Jiang Fuyao was also stunned: "No...it's not Ye Fan playing tricks?"

"impossible…………"

Yu Canghai's heart turned completely cold!

next second.

Ye Shitian exerted force with his fingertips, and a powerful force erupted from them!

"ah--!"

Yu Canghai's fist arm exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist!

He rolled away like a dead dog, leaving a trail of blood dozens of meters long on the ground before finally coming to a stop!

"You hurt my disciple?"

"You still want to kill me?"

Ye Shitian walked over step by step with his hands behind his back!

It's incredibly oppressive!

"Senior God of Slaughter! Lord God of Slaughter! Don't kill me! I know I was wrong!"

Yu Canghai was completely terrified and filled with remorse. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically like a dead dog.

boom!boom!boom……

"I'm willing... I'm willing to be Ye Fan's slave! Please spare me..."

Ye Shitian said, "Boy, watch closely, this sword strike is truly the one that slays evil!"

With fingers pointing together, a blood-red sword aura shot out from his fingers!

puff--!

Yu Canghai's body stiffened on the spot, a line of blood appearing on his throat!

He tried in horror to cover his wounds, only to find that his arms had already disappeared...

With a tilt of its head, a head the size of a bucket rolled to the ground!

The body remained in the kneeling, begging-for-mercy position!

"hiss!"

Consort Xiao Ya and Consort Xiao Rong both gasped in shock!

"Your Highness! Awesome!"

Wang Danian and more than a hundred other veterans were so excited that they were incoherent. They had no idea what possession was and thought that Ye Fan had done all of this!

Jiang Fuyao and Xiaoman covered their mouths tightly, not allowing themselves to make a sound.

"This...this...this..."

Upon witnessing this scene, Lu Kexing's last shred of hope was completely extinguished!

He casually killed a second-tier Martial Venerable!

This person is truly the God of Slaughter from Central Plains more than a thousand years ago!

run!

With only this one thought in his mind, Lu Kexing turned and ran.

Unfortunately, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. After taking only two steps, he collapsed to the ground due to extreme fear.

next second.

A foot stepped on his back!

"Ah...no...don't kill me, sob...I don't want to die..."

Lu Kexing struggled frantically, only to find that the foot was as immovable as an ancient divine mountain. He completely forgot that he was a second-level Martial Venerable, and all that remained in his heart was endless fear of this god of death!

"Senior Ye...please spare me..."

Ye Shitian raised his foot.

Fall.

"Snap!"

Lu Kexing's head exploded on the spot, his brains splattering everywhere, leaving only a headless corpse!

After doing all this, Ye Shitian slowly closed his eyes.

The soul retreated back into the chaotic space.

……

Within the chaotic space.

After Ye Shitian took over his body, Ye Fan's soul remained there, witnessing Ye Shitian's soul return.

Ye Fan immediately stepped forward: "Master, how are you?"

Ye Shitian was an illusion, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

"It's alright."

Ye Shitian revealed a smile, his eyes still looking down on everything: "I used a trace of my divine soul power to kill two ants, so I'm a little weak."

Ye Fan felt a surge of emotion, and his eyes welled up with tears: "Master, I..."

The master had only a wisp of remnant soul left, which could be annihilated at any moment, yet he did not hesitate to consume his own essence in order to save himself.

"Alright, stop being so fussy. Doesn't this sound like someone who's learning my way of killing? Getting jealous over such a small thing," Ye Shitian scolded, then softened his tone: "Did you learn that sword strike that slayed evil just now?"

"Master, I've learned it!"

Ye Fan nodded, still worried: "Your health..."

"I won't die for now!"

Ye Shitian said no more, his soul entering the stone tablet.

Ye Fan remained silent for a few seconds before his soul returned to his body.

A sharp pain shot through Ye Fan's dantian, and he groaned as his body went limp.

"Xiao Fan!"

Consort Xiao Ya and Consort Xiao Rong rushed over and supported him on either side.

"What's wrong with you? How's your dantian?"

Xiao Yafei was so anxious she was almost crying. She frantically lifted Ye Fan's clothes and looked at his abdomen.

The area around the dantian only has eight-pack abs, which are a little red but completely undamaged!

"Huh? No...it's nothing."

Xiao Yafei was stunned.

I subconsciously reached out and touched his eight-pack abs to make sure there were no wounds; they felt pretty good.

Ye Fan grinned: "Who am I? Of course I'm fine."

He knew in his heart that at the critical moment, it was his master who used his divine soul power to protect his dantian! Otherwise, the consequences of Yu Canghai's punch would have been unimaginable!

"I don't believe it. Let me check it more carefully."

Xiao Yafei's fingers almost brushed across her abs.

Wang Danian and the others looked rather strange! Jiang Fuyao, watching from a distance, couldn't help but frown: "Hey... is he alright?"

Xiao Yafei retorted angrily, "What's it to you? If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!"

Consort Xiao Rong shook her head: "Consort Ya, that's enough."

Seeing that Ye Fan was really alright, the women and Wang Danian breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, Jiang Fuyao and Xiaoman whispered among themselves:

"Miss, just now... was it really Ye Shitian possessing you?"

"Casually slaying a Martial Venerable... crushing his head with a single stomp..."

Jiang Fuyao's heart was filled with a turbulent wave of emotions. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions and shock as she looked at Ye Fan!

"Ye Fan, who exactly are you? Why is it that every time I feel like I see through you, a thick fog of mystery shrouds you again..."