"Shinichi, are you okay?"

Seeing that the eight disciples of his Sanshen Pavilion were punched by Ye Fan until he vomited blood. Susanoo's eyes were gloomy, he frowned, and he hurried forward and asked worriedly.

The leading man spat out the blood in his mouth and said in a ferocious voice: "Ming Zun, we are fine."

"Just now, we were just careless."

"This time, we will never let him have any chance again!"

The man named Shinichi said with anger in his eyes.

His eyebrows were red, and the surging hatred had almost condensed into substance. His words were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

"Lao Er Lao San, let's go!"

"This time, give me all your strength."

"I don't believe it. If the eight of us join forces, we can't even defeat a brat from China?"

The eight people's faces were ashen, and although there were blood stains on the corners of their mouths, they did not have any thoughts of shrinking or fear, only anger and resentment.

The confrontation just now undoubtedly disgraced them.

The eight of them were naturally unwilling to give up and had to get this place back.

Otherwise, the eight major disciples of Sanshen Pavilion would not be able to die as a joke.

Therefore, as the leader roared, the eight men rushed away again with red eyes, regardless of their injuries.

These disciples were young and energetic, and were unwilling to admit defeat, but Susanoo Lord looked at them and shook his head.

"It seems that what Wangyuehe said before is true."

"This Chinese boy is by no means as simple as he seems on the surface."

Susanoo looked at Ye Fan from a distance, and the expression on his old face gradually became serious.

However, even after realizing Ye Fan's power, Susanoo did not take action immediately.

He still stood there expressionless.

No one knows what kind of edge is brewing beneath Susanoo-sama's seemingly calm surface.

At this time, the eight disciples of Sanshen Pavilion had already charged forward again.

The energy in his body swept through him, and his whole body gathered sharp edges.

The eight people had their feet on the earth and straightened their bodies like sharp swords unsheathed, shooting straight into the nine heavens.

"You bastard, come again!"

"Last time, it was us eight brothers who were careless."

"This time, we will definitely kill you!"

Amidst the roars, these eight people rushed to Ye Fan. With majestic power, they exploded instantly.

"Illusion Sword Technique!"

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"Yang-Destroying Palm!"

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"Three Gods Fist!"

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Either punch or palm, chop or chop.

Just like the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing his magical powers.

The overwhelming power was released without reservation.

Wherever the offensive reached, wind and snow filled the sky.

In everyone's eyes, they saw several sharp edges converging into a stream.

Finally, the boundless energy gathered into a tornado, sweeping the Tianhe River and heading towards Ye Fan to surround him.

In the storm, Ye Fan stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

Facing the majesty ahead, he was not afraid.

There is only contempt and pride on the pretty face.

"I thought that the disciples of Sanshen Pavilion were the best among people."

"Now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"I don't even dare to face failure, I'm just here to deceive myself and others."

"With this kind of character, it's hard to achieve any great achievements in the martial arts in the future?"

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, his words full of contempt.

In the confrontation just now, he swept through these eight people with one punch with overwhelming force.

Anyone with a little bit of self-awareness will realize that they are no match for them.

However, Ye Fan didn't expect that until now, the eight of them were still deceiving themselves.

Do you blame your own carelessness for the failure just now?

"In this case, this time, I will let you defeat this Dragon Lord. I am convinced!"
Chapter completed!