"He killed a Nine Forged Golden Body expert with just two punches!"
Ji Qingyue, who had halted at a distance, was in shock. The Sect Leader of Changchun Palace had been destroyed with just two punches.
How long has it been, and Wei Fan already broke through to the Fourth Forging of the Golden Body.
The Grand Elder of Mist Smoke Sect felt a chill on his scalp, his expression was horrified: "How dare you kill someone? We were just here to give you some advice, and you kill someone—do you still have any humanity?"
Wei Fan was filled with murderous intent: "You two, Nine Forged Martial Venerable, together attacked me, a Fourth Forging Golden Body, bullying the weak to kill me, and you call this advice? If that is advice, then I shall give you some advice too!"
His back broad and posture agile like a dragon, stirred the void, and charged forward with endless murderous aura.
