His eyes held a hint of shock, and he stammered, "A cultivator at the Innate Realm?"
"The top expert of the Orchid Society? Ha! How laughable! He's no match for me at all. I declare that from this day forward, the Orchid Society belongs to me!"
Chen Nan took a step forward, his hand transforming into a giant spiritual energy palm, which directly grabbed Heng Qing, and said arrogantly.
"Impossible... Even if I die... I won't..."
Hengqing clenched his teeth, his body being tightly gripped by a large hand, causing him great pain.
"Then go—die!"
Chen Nan's grip tightened instantly.
However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.
In the distance, a scarlet light pierced the sky, containing an extremely terrifying killing intent.
This made Chen Nan stop what he was doing and look up at the people high in the sky.
The next moment, he recognized the person.
It was him who killed his own disciple!
Chen Nan silently thought to himself, his face growing increasingly gloomy, as if it could drip water.
Hengqing collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had just escaped death. (166 Reading Network)
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Chapter 626 Dragon's Roar?
On West Lake, everyone's eyes were focused on this scarlet light.
"Such intense killing intent, and even a demonic aura emanating from him. Even if this person is not a demon, he is close to becoming one."
"It seems that this person is the demon who killed Master Chen Nan's disciple."
However, when Yang Feng stopped in mid-air, everyone was instantly speechless, their eyes filled with horror and fear, as if they had seen a ghost.
He was wearing a black shirt, standing in mid-air, with blood seemingly flowing from the hem of his shirt, like a blood-red trim.
His dark eyes were so sharp that people dared not look at him for too long. Even though he was indifferent, he was like a fierce tiger, inspiring awe.
"He...he's not Yang Feng, the number one prodigy in China?!"
"Holy crap, didn't he perish on Mount Everest?!"
"Wow, they didn't die at all; in fact, they've become even stronger than before."
"The number one prodigy in China, the number one king in Jiangnan, what kind of reaction will this cause?"
"Actually, you don't understand Chen Nan Zhenren's realm at all. He is a person who cultivates both Dharma and material objects."
A group of secular martial artists discussed among themselves, and there were also many family members from various places present.
Among them were the Yang family and the Ye family of Yanjing. When they saw this person, their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.
Just a few days ago, they even held a party to celebrate the fall of this villain.
Now, it's simply ridiculous!
"I never expected you to be the number one prodigy in China? But since you killed my disciple, you will eventually die." Chen Nan stood with one foot on the lake, his hands behind his back, his deep eyes filled with intense killing intent, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Expressionless!
Yang Feng looked at him calmly, but he was somewhat surprised, because this Chen Nan Zhenren was actually a cultivator.
However... he didn't care at all.
"Still so calm." Seeing his expression, Chen Nan felt a surge of anger rising within him. He raised his hand and threw a punch in mid-air, instantly forming a massive fist.
This punch contained an extremely strong killing intent, accompanied by a thunderous sound.
"Boom!"
Yang Feng slowly raised his palm and struck out with the same palm, which also contained a trace of icy power.
A punch, a palm strike.
They touched each other instantly, stirring up the entire lake surface.
Chen Nan frowned slightly, leaped into the air, and conjured an extremely long spiritual sword in his sleeve. The sword was about ten feet long and seemed capable of traversing the sky.
It can cut through lakes below and annihilate clouds above. Even a large tank would be easily destroyed here.
"This... this is actually sword formed from internal force!" The pupils of a reclusive innate elder shrank, becoming as thin as needles, a sight that was unimaginably terrifying.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked up from behind. His breathing was steady and his eyes were shrewd. He said, "This is no longer about internal force forming a sword. It has long surpassed the realm of martial artists. It is probably a secret technique of the Dao, like the methods of immortals."
Upon hearing this, the reclusive elder turned around, paused in surprise, and trembled slightly as he exclaimed, "Dragon Group... Captain-General!"
"Old Wang, it's been a long time." Long Zhentian smiled faintly.
"You've actually reached the ninth level of the Innate Realm!" Old Wang was utterly shocked.
"Just lucky." Long Zhentian said, looking up at Yang Feng in mid-air, his heart already churning with turbulent emotions.
He had personally witnessed Yang Feng being killed along with the Holy Temple's law enforcement experts, yet he was now unharmed in this place.