Chapter 152

Seeing his enemy in incompetent rage, Fang Mo felt extremely happy in his heart and laughed wildly.

And at this time.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of an ordinary-looking young man who was fleeing toward the door.

"Stop, do you think you can escape?"

Martial artists attacking ordinary people is strictly prohibited by the authorities.

In order to avoid being settled accounts with by the authorities later, Fang Mo must kill everyone present today.

Among them, it included that young man with a cold expression.

"Escape?"

Hearing this word, Su Fan, who had always been neither sad nor happy, frowned slightly as if remembering some painful memory.

After the marriage contract was dissolved, he had no further connection with the Han family.

So he didn't care whether the Han family members lived or died, and he didn't want to care.

But Fang Mo's words made Su Fan recall the scene five years ago when he abandoned his parents and fled alone...

【Starting five years ago, I swore... I wouldn't run away again...】

"You... made me remember bad memories. You... really deserve to die!"

"Hmm? What did you say? You thing looking for death!"

Fang Mo's face changed suddenly, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

Just when he was preparing to make a move.

To smash the ignorant kid in front of him into ten thousand pieces...

Su Fan raised his right hand expressionlessly, his index and middle fingers pinched, and a leaf drifting with the wind from outside the door was pinched at his fingertips.

Subsequently, Su Fan pointed like a knife, using the leaf as a sword, and waved it toward Fang Mo's position in the void.

I have a sword.

Can cut the sky, cut the earth... cut all living things!!!

Swish—

An invisible white sword energy diffused from his fingertips, as if tearing the space apart, shooting straight toward the terrified Fang Mo.

"How is this possible?"

"Internal strength release, you are... a Martial Arts Grandmaster!!!"

Rip!!!

Just for an instant.

Fang Mo was hit by the sword light in terror and despair; his whole body was directly cut into two halves at the waist, and blood stained the entire room red.

And the powerful sword light did not diminish in momentum.

It cut off all the tables and chairs along the way, until it cut into the thick wall, leaving a crack several meters long on it...

Self-discipline!!!

Starting tomorrow, I will be self-disciplined and write until the end of time!!!

Asking for some free gifts...

This book will not cultivate immortality; it will likely always be urban. Unless after one million words, the results are still so good that I can't bear to finish it, but this situation is almost unlikely to appear.