If Xuanyang Venerable just walked away, Jiang Fan would have no time to settle accounts with him.
As misfortune would have it.
He returned, and maliciously wanted to take advantage of Jiang Fan’s weakness to kill him!
Jiang Fan could find no reason to spare him.
Not a single one!
Xuanyang Venerable clutched his severed arm, his old face trembling as he retreated to Qingde’s side, saying: "Good disciple, quickly save your master!"
"Block him for me!"
He himself then rose into the air, attempting to escape.
Jiang Fan casually waved his hand, and the Nascent Soul Power of the Second-stage Nascent Soul condensed into a huge, illusory palm.
It slapped him down from the sky!
This scene made Qingde’s pupils contract: "Second-stage Nascent Soul!"
Elder Xiang’s face was solemn, with a trace of regret.
He should have stopped them just now.
Since this person could drive away Black Moon Venerable, his strength must have reached the level of Four Apertures Nascent Soul.
Killing him is too risky.
Xuanyang Venerable’s face showed horror, scrambling to get up, he exclaimed in fear: "Wait!"
"Little Friend Jiang, wait!"
"Everything can be discussed! My words were only a joke just now!"
Jiang Fan nodded and said:
"Alright, I’ll spare you."
Xuanyang Venerable rejoiced beyond measure!
Though he didn’t know why, he was lucky to be saved.
He immediately clasped his hands and said: "Thank you, Little Friend Jiang, this kindness, this old man will definitely remember!"
But his heart was sneering repeatedly.
Leaving the roots uncut, endless trouble awaits.
This boy won’t live long in Taicang State!
But in the next moment.
A flash of purple light before his eyes was Jiang Fan suddenly swinging a sword at him.
He felt a sudden chill on his neck.
He incredulously touched his neck, looked at the blood on his fingers, his pupils contracted.
His face showed dense disbelief.
"Didn’t you say... you’d spare me?"
Jiang Fan sheathed the Purple Sword, casually said: "I was joking with you too."
"You actually believed it."
How could he possibly spare Xuanyang Venerable?
Wouldn’t that leave endless trouble for himself?
"You..." Xuanyang Venerable glared wide-eyed with reluctance.
As the line of blood on his neck grew more apparent, a head finally rolled down.
The headless body collapsed with the gush of blood.
Jiang Fan inspected, finding no soul flying out, lamenting:
"After all, it’s a Left Dao Nascent Soul, unable to have a soul separate from the body like a true Nascent Soul Expert."
He still had nine drops of Divinity Transformation Blood Essence, as long as the Nascent Soul Realm souls were enough, he could generate nine more drops of Sky-reaching Marrow.
Unfortunately, Xuanyang Venerable’s soul didn’t meet the standard.
With him settled, Jiang Fan turned his gaze to Elder Xiang, casually said:
"Just now, Xuanyang Venerable attacked, you tacitly approved, right?"
Elder Xiang’s eyelids twitched violently.
This boy acts decisively and ruthlessly, exclusively chopping off heads.
Even pretending to be dead to get by is difficult.
He hurriedly clasped his hands and said: "I absolutely had no such intention!"
"Little Friend, please don’t wrongly accuse a good person."