Chapter 62.2

Although the IQ of demonic beasts is limited, there should be no reason for them to want to die in vain like this, right? But this group of demonic beasts gave them the feeling that they were here to give benefits to the people of Dongjiang City.

What kind of beast tide is this?

No one could have imagined that this beast tide actually appeared because of Ye Fan’s situation at the time.

Ye Fan was able to narrowly escape from the ones chasing after him several times, which more or less left a trace or shadow of Heavenly Dao’s intervention. However, every time Heavenly Dao makes a move to help or save him, Ye Fan’s luck weakens.

If Feng Shao could see Ye Fan’s luck at this time, he would find that Ye Fan’s luck had turned dark green. If it weren’t for the last gold finger on his body, his luck would probably immediately drop to white or even gray. At that time, he will also completely lose his status as son of fortune.

Ye Fan doesn’t know about this nor could he see his own luck, he only knows that his luck seems to be getting worse and worse. After fleeing for more than a month, Ye Fan was eventually blocked at the entrance of a secret realm.

Looking at Ye Fan’s light green luck, Feng Shao said with a hint of mockery in his tone, “Brother Ye, we meet again. This time, you won’t shout ‘Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully the young and poor!’ and then run away, right?”

Ye Fan shouted, full of grief and indignation, “Feng Shao! Why do you keep bringing trouble with me again and again? I’m already in such a miserable situation, why won’t you still let me go?”

Feng Shao asked back, “When you were going around destroying other people’s dantian and crippling their meridians, did you ever think about letting them go?”

“That’s different!” Ye Fan roared, “They humiliated me, they deserve to die!”

Feng Shao laughed mockingly, “Yes, yes, yes, the fault is always someone else’s. Even during the times you killed people to steal their goods, you have your reasons. You always have to be right.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Feng Shao didn’t bother to discuss this issue with Ye Fan anymore, so he took out a long sword and said, “Ye Fan, it’s time to practice your belief of ​​’The Weak are Prey to the Strong’ again! Make your move, let’s see if you can escape from me again this time.”

Ye Fan roared angrily as if he couldn’t wait to fight with Feng Shao, but then he suddenly turned around and ran away.

In the past, he might still have the confidence to fight Feng Shao. But after several battles, Ye Fan finally understood that Feng Shao’s strength was far stronger than him. And with the old man, his gold finger, being restrained by the opponent, he has no chance at all in front of Feng Shao.

So he had no choice but to run away.

The entrance to the secret realm is probably the last chance of escape that the heavens left for Ye Fan, a son of fortune. But this time, Feng Shao no longer had any plans to let Ye Fan escape.

“Fuyao!”

As soon as he made a move, Feng Shao used the strongest Fuyao Sword Art, causing a condensed sword qi to slash toward Ye Fan!

With a scream, Ye Fan was cut in two by the sword qi!

Because he was cut cleanly in half, Ye Fan survived for a while, rolling on the ground in pain. Pointing at Feng Shao, he shouted hoarsely, “Feng Shao, even if I have to become a ghost, I won’t let you go!”

Feng Shao looked at him and said calmly, “The same can be said for those who were killed by you.”

Ye Fan rolled on the ground for a while before dying in pain. His eyes were wide open, and a pair of resentful eyes stared straight at the sky. It looked as if he was complaining about the unfairness of heaven.

At the moment of Ye Fan’s death, Feng Shao saw a faint aura heading straight to the sky. Feng Shao realized that that was Ye Fan’s last remaining luck.

After Ye Fan died, Feng Shao leaned down, took the ring off Ye Fan’s left hand, and said with a cold tone, “Senior, have you made a decision?”

After a moment of silence, the old man slowly emerged from the ring.

He cupped his hands and saluted toward Feng Shao, with a look of mourning on his face, “Young Master Feng, my villainous disciple Ye Fan has died at your hands. I ask Young Master Feng to let go of past grudges and allow the burial of the bad disciple. This old man hopes you will agree and this old man will be grateful!”

Although the old man became more and more disappointed with Ye Fan over time, he still regarded Ye Fan as his own disciple after all.

And this time, Ye Fan died tragically at Feng Shao’s hands, making the old man feel very uncomfortable.

Feng Shao nodded and accepted his request.

“Death is like a lamp going out. It’s a trivial matter, and this junior can agree to the senior’s request. I just don’t know what the senior plans to do next?”

The old man sighed, and said, “Young Master Feng, do I even have any other choices now?”

Feng Shao smiled slightly, “Not really.”

Old man: “…”

It wasn’t until now that the old man discovered that Feng Shao also had a dark side.

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