449 The Power of Soul-shocking Stab 449 The Power of Soul-shocking Stab After speaking.
He directly tore off the Turtle Breath Cloak on his body, revealing his true appearance.
Let’s not talk about how Jiang Fan’s clothing already revealed that he was a Green Cloud Sect disciple when he showed his legs earlier.
Just by the voice alone, Fan Xingkong couldn’t possibly not recognize it as Jiang Fan’s.
He deliberately pretended not to know.
Only to appear weak at first.
Once he recovered, he would certainly cause trouble for Jiang Fan.
This was why Jiang Fan had to kill him to silence him.
Because his identity had been exposed.
Sure enough!
Upon seeing Jiang Fan’s true appearance, Fan Xingkong was not greatly surprised.
He calmly said, “Alright, I admit it, I guessed it was you!
But, since you discovered the things here, it means you are fated with them.
I won’t snatch them, nor will I leak this to others.
If you don’t believe me, I can swear to the heavens.”
Jiang Fan hesitated for a moment.
Saying, “Fine, considering we are both from the Nine-Sect.
Swear to the heavens that you won’t reveal today’s events.”
Fan Xingkong immediately held up two fingers and swore, “I, Fan Xingkong, swear to the heavens…”
Halfway through his words.
His pupils shrank as he noticed.
At some unknown time, Jiang Fan had summoned the Five-Colored Array Flag and threw it fiercely at him.
“What are you doing?”
Fan Xingkong shouted loudly, his figure retreating rapidly.
He narrowly dodged the encirclement of the Five-Colored Array Flag!
Jiang Fan squinted his eyes, “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Of course, it’s to not give you the chance to stall for time!”
Swearing to the heavens.
If that really worked, would people still need to be wary of each other?
Having his thoughts exposed, Fan Xingkong snorted angrily:
“Damn you!”
“Do you think I’m as easy to deal with as that Turtle Demon?”
“Even if I am heavily injured, you can’t handle me!”
He grabbed into his bosom.
And pulled out a handful of pitch-black Iron Balls, flinging them fiercely at Jiang Fan.
He then dragged his heavily injured body, struggling to escape towards the cave entrance.
Jiang Fan, without thinking, drew the Sorrow Frost Sword.
With a casual slash, he shattered all the incoming Iron Balls.
Fan Xingkong looked back, revealing a cunning expression, laughing loudly, “Fool!”
“Do you think it’s that simple when I make a move?”
The shattered Iron Balls released thick black poison gas, surging into the depths of the cave like a tide.
These were the highly toxic poison gas that had been left behind in the treasure he had dug up.
The Giant Sect had turned them into deadly hidden weapons!
Even late-stage Core Formation martial artists would have their entire bodies rot upon contact.
Fan Xingkong was usually reluctant to use them.
Such good things would get fewer with each use.
Today, to save his life, he used all the Poison Pills he had been hoarding for years.
Of course, the effect was excellent.
With so much poison gas, Jiang Fan had nowhere to hide!
At this moment, he must have been turned into a pool of blood in an instant.