Impossible

He Yuan did not waste any more words with Gao Peng. With a single large step, he disappeared, leaving behind only one afterimage after another.

"This is the He Clan's Profound Ranked Martial Technique, Falling Leaf Steps!" As expected of a Profound Rank martial skill, it's indeed extraordinary. "

This was the greatest advantage of the Fallen Leaf Steps. Such an obvious movement technique was recognized by the surrounding people at a glance, and they all stared with wide eyes.

At the same time, He Yuan's voice came from all directions and entered everyone's ears.

"Hahahaha …" Aren't you very arrogant? "Now, you should show off. If you have the ability, then find my real body. Otherwise, you can just wait to die!"

The voice seemed to be everywhere, as if it could not capture his real body at all. This was perhaps He Yuan's greatest reliance.

"Heh …" Wasn't it just a rubbish footwork? what kind of Profound LevelMartial Skill is this people who don't know it might think you are good at it. "

Just when everyone thought that Gao Peng had nothing to do, Gao Peng said in disdain.

Everyone was speechless when they heard this. This was a Profound Ranked Martial Technique! It was a footwork that was incomparably precious, but it was actually trash in your mouth.

Why do you sound so arrogant?

Everyone was at a loss for words, even though everyone was cursing in their hearts, no one dared to speak out, because they were already on guard against Gao Peng.

God knows how this guy would slap his face.

"Peng'er cannot be underestimated!" Gao Jingming anxiously reminded him, and said at the same time: "Don't underestimate him, otherwise you will suffer!"

Gao Jingming was really afraid that Gao Peng would look down on him, since cultivation was not equivalent to fighting strength, and although Gao Peng's cultivation was already comparable to theirs, their fighting strength was hard to say.

After all, this was something that needed to be accumulated over a long period of time, so he could not help but feel a sense of worry in his heart, and wanted to intervene several times. However, after looking at Wang Nan who was glaring at him like a tiger, he gave up in the end.

He could only stand to the side and worry.

"He still doesn't have the qualifications for me to look at him in the eye. To be able to talk to me for such a long time, that's already enough for him to brag about his entire life."

"It's a pity that he won't live past today."

Gao Peng said very arrogantly, with a haughty look on his face, as he did not believe Gao Jingming's words at all.

After hearing his words, everyone's lips twitched.

It was as if talking to you would bring him great honor. You were too shameless.

The crowd was already powerless to make fun of him. They all covered their faces with their hands. They could not bear to look at him.

Compared to the spectators, He Yuan felt extremely humiliated. He who was originally full of himself suddenly became angry.

"Bastard, you're courting death!"

"Since you don't want to live anymore, let me send you to hell!"

Before his voice fell, He Yuan's omnipresent figure had become even more illusory. Now, it was even countless times more difficult to distinguish his figure compared to before.

However, there was an obvious change. That was, more and more images appeared around Gao Peng. However, because of the speed of the images, only a fleeting shadow could be seen.

"No …" No... "Impossible!"

He had never thought that there would be such a profound footwork that completely suppressed him, leaving him with no place to hide. The seven shining stars were like gods, shining down on top of his head.

"A footwork that can kill you."

"With your trashy footwork. Now, I'll let you know what real footwork is!"

Seven stars floated at the same time, and locked onto He Yuan in an instant. At the same time, He Yuan's figure had already appeared.

A sense of impending doom suddenly appeared in He Yuan's mind. He instinctively took a step back due to the premonition of death.

However, the crisis of death had yet to be resolved.

A huge fist shadow enveloped him, and before he could react, it had already hit his body.

BOOM!

No! I can't die!

How could I die in his hand?

The moment the fist landed on his body, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. However, in the end, he was still unable to get rid of the fist.

Boom!

With a loud noise, He Yuan exploded like a firework. Blood splattered everywhere, and it was as if a rain of blood had rained down from the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding crowd of spectators were all dumbstruck.

Was this a dream? A Patriarch of the Grade Nine Martial Grand Master had actually been smashed apart by a single punch of someone else. How could this not be a dream?

It was not only the onlookers, but also everyone from the three great families. They were the ones who understood the strength of their respective patriarchs the best. However, they were on the same level, so their strength was definitely not inferior.

However … But they had all personally witnessed the entire process of He Yuan being insta-killed.

The impact of this scene was simply too great. They couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

Drops after droplets of blood fell on their bodies, as if there was nothing to be heard. Everyone was still in a dumbstruck state, except for the sound of dripping blood, which could be heard at the drop of a needle.

After a while, everyone slowly came back to their senses. However, they were still in a state of shock.

"Oh my god!" What did I see? A Patriarch, an expert with Grade Nine Martial Grand Master was so easily destroyed, this … "This …"

"This must be an illusion, absolutely impossible!"

"We might be dreaming. How could this happen? It must be an illusion!"

Even though everyone had regained some of their wits, their ability to organize their words was illogical. After all, the scene before them had a huge impact on them.

For a time, it was difficult to calm down. Almost everyone was unable to suppress their chaotic thoughts.