C142 (1/2)

Pan Wenlun's eyes suddenly focused, and from the bottom of his heart, an extremely absurd and strange feeling spontaneously arose.

He thought that he had never misjudged anyone, if Ye Xuan was a great expert of the Road To Immortal Cultivation, he would have been able to immediately recognize him, but Ye Xuan could not help but be young, and there was not even a trace of the Immortal Cultivator's Qi on him, how could he so casually take the attack from a Senior Immortal Cultivator without any warning?

Could it be …

An unrealistic idea popped out from Pan Wenlun's heart, but this crazy idea had only just risen when it was instantly extinguished by Pan Wenlun.

”Impossible, impossible! A seventeen or eighteen year old celestial sovereign?!” This sort of thing is absolutely impossible. The boy in front of me might have only used some unorthodox methods! ”

Pan Wenlun muttered to himself. He definitely could not believe that Ye Xuan was actually a celestial sovereign.

”Humph!” ”You only know how to put on a show. You really boast too shamelessly when you speak!”

Pan Zhicheng was surprised for a moment, but immediately recovered.

Although Ye Xuan had a confident expression on his face, and was very likely someone from the Immortal Cultivation Realm circles, he did not think that Ye Xuan was a peerless expert who had surpassed the Senior Immortal Cultivator.

Even if it was the publicly recognized number one in the younger generation of China, Sima Hongzhe, was currently only infinitely close to becoming an immortal sovereign, far surpassing the ranks of the ordinary Senior Immortal Cultivator. And the brat in front of his was obviously not ranked in the younger generation of China, so how could he be on par with Sima Hongzhe?

When Pan Zhicheng thought about this, he let out a low shout, and his figure had already rushed towards Ye Xuan.

Her speed was extremely fast, like a spear shooting out of a boring hole, in the blink of an eye she was already in front of Ye Xuan.

”Give me your life!”

Pan Zhicheng's palms were like a pair of iron pincers, slamming down towards the top of Ye Xuan's head.

The strong inner force that was already gathered in the palm was such that if it was struck firmly, even a gigantic boulder that was a few people tall would be smashed into powder by Pan Zhicheng, let alone Ye Xuan's flesh and blood.

Ci Rendeji felt that death was right in front of his eyes, but there was an invisible, yet even more powerful force in front of him that completely blocked him, making it impossible to even touch her.

She did not close her eyes and only watched Pan Zhicheng's palm quickly descend.

Everyone believed that Pan Zhicheng would definitely be able to kill Ye Xuan in an instant, but in the next moment, a light sound came out from the middle of the two of them and all of their expressions froze on their faces.

Dark red blood sprayed out as a shoulder sized severed arm flew to the side before heavily smashing into the ground.

Pan Zhicheng seemed to not have realized what had happened just now. He was only looking in the direction the arm had fallen in, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

However, this arm … Why did it look more and more like his own?

”Shua!”

Blood gushed out and covered the ground. One of his arms fell to the ground stiffly, completely separated from his master's body.

Pan Zhicheng stared blankly for a moment, as he felt that this arm seemed to have a very familiar feeling to it.

In the next moment, a heart wrenching pain instantly assaulted him, causing Pan Zhicheng to be unable to restrain himself from screaming out in pain. Only now did he realize that the arm that was bleeding profusely was his.

Everyone from the other six families and Medicine King Pavilion were all stunned on the spot. Even Pan Wenlun who had cultivated to the highest level of cultivation had a face full of surprise and disbelief.