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

"Sword intent! This is sword intent!"

"How is this possible! Ye Fan has comprehended sword intent?" Ji Zhonghuang trembled all over.

At this moment, the entire area outside the world's premier auction house fell into a deathly silence!

Ji Muyang stared wide-eyed, looking completely incredulous!

Jiang Fuyao covered her mouth, her delicate body trembling wildly. She desperately rubbed her beautiful eyes, thinking that it was all an illusion, that she was dreaming!

The other thousands of people were all stunned and stood there!

Sword intent! Countless martial artists spend their entire lives without ever touching the threshold.

Sword intent leaves no trace! Formless! Colorless! Odorless!

Many sword masters, even after living for hundreds of years, may not be able to comprehend even a trace of sword intent. Ye Fan? He's only a few years old, how could he possibly comprehend sword intent!

"My disciple, the rest is up to you."

"I'm going to rest now. This sword strike wasted too much of my spiritual power. All the time I spent nurturing my soul has been wasted... Damn it..." Ye Shitian cursed.

Ye Fan takes over the body.

The martial saint before them was kneeling on the ground!

His head fell to the ground, and he died completely!

"Master, what a pity! This is a Martial Saint, I wanted to drain him dry!" Ye Fan exclaimed.

Ye Shitian laughed and scolded, "With so many people watching, it's already astonishing enough that your master helped you kill a Martial Saint with a single sword strike."

"If you were to drain a Martial Saint dry in public again, what do you think people would think of you?"

"You're not afraid of death, are you? Your master's going to sleep..."

Ye Fan remained silent for a moment.

He quickly stepped forward and picked up the enchanted sword.

This sword is entirely black, forged from black iron, and has a seventh-tier Crimson Flame Dragon crystal core embedded in its blade, making it extremely powerful.

"Who else?"

Ye Fan brandished the enchanted sword, channeling his inner energy into it!

Awooo—!

The low roars of the dragon echoed, and a white dragon phantom appeared through the blade!

"I, Ye Fan, have slain the Martial Saint and the King of Slaughter today. Does anyone still dare to kill me?"

"You! You! You? Or is it you?"

Ye Fan held his long sword and aimed it directly at the members of the Wang family, an ancient clan in Zhongzhou.

"Back off..."

The Wang family members' foreheads bulged with veins as they frantically retreated, but dared not retaliate.

Ye Fan's sword strike just now really frightened them!

"Nobody dares to come, huh? Hahahaha! The Heavenly Slaughter Organization? Nothing special!"

Ye Fan roared to the sky, "Wang Danian, bring your men and get out here!"

"yes--!"

A low growl came from inside the Aotian Gang, opposite the World's Number One Auction House.

Wang Danian, leading more than three thousand members of the Aotian Gang, dressed in black, charged into the street, and a murderous aura rose into the sky!

"All members of the Aotian Gang, follow me!"

Ye Fan, wielding the Crimson Flame Dragon Blade enchanted to the seventh rank, was followed by more than three thousand members of the Aotian Gang, and they rushed out quickly.

……

"What?! The Martial Saint Killer King of the Heavenly Slaughter Organization is dead?"

The news was spread immediately.

"Hiss hiss hiss! No way... A Martial Saint! That's a Martial Saint!"

"He was actually killed by Ye Fan with a single sword strike?"

"I heard that Ye Fan's sword strike unleashed sword intent... that Martial Saint didn't even have time to react..."

"I didn't even realize it, but he's a Martial Saint! What's Ye Fan's realm? Martial Spirit, right? Holy crap, a Martial Spirit killing a Martial Saint? Unheard of..."

The crowd watching from the nearby streets, waiting for news, were all stunned when they saw Ye Fan leading more than three thousand people out.

As night fell, the divine city was in complete uproar.

Upon witnessing the arrival of the Heavenly Slaughter Martial Saint, Elder Chen and the others immediately fled back to the Holy Land's palace and activated the sect's protective formation.

When the news reached them, Elder Chen was completely dumbfounded: "Ye Fan killed a Martial Saint Realm Killer King?"

"This is absolutely impossible!" Wang Teng's mentality almost collapsed.

Just then, the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman in Wang Teng's hand began to flash wildly.

A surge of internal energy was injected into it, and Wang Chang'an's voice immediately came from within: "Teng'er, Grandpa just received news that Ye Fan killed a Martial Saint. Is this true?"

"Grandpa, this..."

Wang Teng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

……

Ye Fan led more than three thousand members of the Aotian Gang, rampaging through the Divine City, and no one dared to stop him.

Fifteen minutes later, they rushed straight to the outside of a brothel.

In the darkness, the two pimps smiled upon seeing this: "The prince has arrived! Our mission is complete! As His Majesty has ordered, we will continue to lie low."

The two turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"Wang Danian, surround this area!"

"No one is to be let off!"

Ye Fan coldly gave the order.

The brothel was in an uproar as a large number of customers rushed out. When they saw the Aotian Gang members, they turned pale with fright, not knowing what had happened!

A still-attractive young woman swayed her large hips as she ran over: "Oh! Young Master Ye, what brings you here?"

"In the middle of the night, you..."

Ye Fan raised the enchanted seventh-tier Crimson Flame Dragon Blade in his hand and slashed it directly.

Clean and efficient.

The young woman's head fell to the ground.

"ah--!"

Chaos reigned inside the brothel.

"Leave no one alive, kill without mercy!"

Da da da da—!

Bullets rained down relentlessly, killing countless people. Wang Danian led his men in a rapid search.

Before a cup of tea could be brewed, Wang Danian returned to Ye Fan's side: "Chief, amazing! How did you know there was a secret passage under the kitchen stove!"

"Walk."

Ye Fan entered the kitchen, where one of the stoves had already been moved.

A dark, secret passage was revealed, leading deep underground.

Wang Danian's eyes were grave: "Chief, is this really a branch of that damned gang?"

"These damned bastards have tried to kill you time and time again! I'm taking my men down there right now and fighting them to the death!"

Ye Fan glanced at him.

They looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Wang Danian, what's the difference between you leading your men in and committing suicide?"

Ye Fan roared, "Tell your men to bring the stuff up!"

Wang Danian was somewhat embarrassed, and immediately ordered his men to bring up more than a dozen baskets of red-clad artillery shells.

At a single command!

"Throw it down!"

More than a dozen baskets of red-coated cannonballs were dumped into the passage! At the same time, several barrels of kerosene were poured in, and everyone quickly evacuated.

"ignition!"

Boom! With a deafening roar, the entire brothel exploded into the air, leaving only a deep crater in its wake.

……

Half an hour ago, at the Crimson Merchant Guild.

"Fifteen Martial Venerables have all perished! Ye Fan used the same move again, blasting them to death!"

"The Third Elder, the Fifth Elder, the Seventh Elder, the Eighth Elder... all have perished! Elder, what do we do?" The meeting room was deathly silent.

The Crimson Chamber of Commerce's red-robed Grand Elder, his old face grave, announced: "Heavenly Slaughter has contacted me. Tonight! A Martial Saint Killing King will descend!"

"Ye Fan is doomed!"

"What? The Martial Saint killed the King?"

The members of the Crimson Merchant Guild were excited.

next second.

"Report—!"

A hunchbacked old man rushed in in terror, rolling on the ground: "Elder! Something's happened! A Martial Saint Killing King descended and was instantly killed by Ye Fan with a single sword strike!"

"What? That's impossible!"

The red-robed elder nearly jumped up, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Fake! It must be fake! Continue investigating!"

The voice just fell.

Boom—!

A deafening roar erupted, and the red-robed elder quickly opened the steel window, rushed to the window, and looked toward the source of the sound.

In the southeast of the divine city, a mushroom cloud shot into the sky!

"Damn it... branch headquarters..."

The red-robed elder's aged eyes trembled as he gave the order without hesitation: "Notify everyone! Leave now! Before that brat can react, leave the divine city tonight!"

"Go! Go! Go! Go quickly!"