C177 (1/2)
”Although Pan Wenlun is not too strong among the deities in China, he is not one of the last few in Chinese Sage either!”
”Back then, when I challenged the entire China's Immortal Cultivation Realm, Pan Wenlun was the eighth deity to lose to me. At that time, I already knew that Pan Wenlun had an extremely strong pride and arrogance, and he should have advanced bravely with the currents.
”The ancients have said that after Pan Wenlun managed to grind his sword for ten years, he had used a total of eighteen years to grind his sword. At the moment, Pan Wenlun's cultivation is definitely much more advanced than it was eighteen years ago, and cannot be described in the same breath. This' Mr. Ye 'with Jiangnan Province is actually able to kill him, then his strength is considered the first amongst all the immortals in China!”
Shen Hongfeng had never seen the Spiritual Master Ye Xuan before, but based on the fact that Ye Xuan had killed him, he could analyze Ye Xuan's strength perfectly.
”Master, it seems like the strength of this' Mr. Ye 'is extraordinary!”
Zhang Zhengxin could not help but sigh with emotion. He was already in his middle years, but was still a step away from the peak of the Immortal Cultivation path — — The Immortal Sovereign. It was rumored that this' Mr. Ye 'of Jiangnan Province, although very young, had already stepped into the realm of the Immortal Sovereign. Furthermore, he possessed the strength to kill an Immortal Sovereign with extraordinary strength.
”Unusual?” The corner of Shen Hongfeng's mouth raised into a cold smile, as if he wasn't too concerned with Ye Xuan.
”Eighteen years ago, I only used ten moves to completely defeat Pan Wenlun. To this day, if I really want to kill him, I only need to use one hand!”
”Although this' Mr. Ye 'from Jiangnan Province has great talent for cultivation, he does not know about the path of cultivation. What is more important is his understanding of himself and everything in the world, no matter how hard he tries to cultivate, he is still just a young man in his twenties. His understanding of cultivation is definitely not thorough, so how can he compare to, Xu Zhen, Long Gang, and the rest?”
”When I returned to China this time, the first stop was Jiangnan Province. I wanted to personally use the blood of this' Mr. Ye 'to verify the results of my eighteen years of painstaking cultivation. I would let everyone in the world know that the three words' Killer King 'did not dim even the slightest bit due to the passage of time.”
Shen Hongfeng's entire body was filled with an imposing aura, the snow and ice that should have been quiet around his body, seemed to have been pulled towards the sky by some kind of special force, forming countless ice storm, it was extremely terrifying.
Zhang Zhengxin stood at the side and looked up at the wave after wave of ice and snow.
”Oh right, Master!” Zhang Zhengxin suddenly thought of something, ”Not long ago, I posted a 10 million bounty mission in the 'Dark Sky', which will bounty on the head of 'Mr. Ye'. An unknown assassin accepted the mission, I wonder how his mission to China went? If we can successfully assassinate the 'Mr. Ye', then it will save you some time on your way to conquer the entire China. ”
”Assassination?”
Shen Hongfeng suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring straight at Zhang Zhengxin, unavoidably revealing a look of disappointment.
”To be honest, to be honest. Just what kind of person do you think the celestial sovereign is?” How could a mere assassin do such a thing? Other than the top three assassins in the Ranking of Assassins in the entire world who have the ability to assassinate a Celestial Sovereign, the rest of them, even if they were given the most powerful weapon, the success rate of assassinating a Celestial Sovereign would not exceed thirty percent. Especially against a Celestial Sovereign like Jiangnan Province 'Mr. Ye', it will be even more difficult to assassinate him.
Zhang Zhengxin's heart trembled. He knew very clearly that this was the sign of Shen Hongfeng's fury. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged Shen Hongfeng's forgiveness.
Shen Hongfeng coldly snorted, brushed his sleeves and turned around, no longer looking at his disciple Zhang Zhengxin, maintaining his silence.
After a long while, Zhang Zhengxin's phone suddenly rang. Zhang Zhengxin did not dare to act rashly, and just like that, maintained the same kneeling posture. It was only when Shen Hongfeng lightly nodded to him that he dared to take out his phone to look at the information.
Looking at his phone, Zhang Zhengxin's face suddenly changed, he already had some idea of what it meant.