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"This person's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Saint realm, and he harbors hatred towards our Su Emperor Sect, we cannot nourish a tiger that will cause trouble."
Su Feihe spoke gravely, fearing that had he not been overseeing the Sect during this period, Yan Nu might have succeeded.
Yan Nu was a member of the Yiman Clan, with an extremely strong physical body. Ordinary Saints could hardly injure him, which filled Su Feihe with dread just thinking about it.
Upon hearing this, Sword Saint was immediately anxious, yet he did not know how to advise.
"If you dare to kill him, by our ancestors above, you will not be spared!"
The beggar girl yelled angrily, her voice breaking with sobs. If not for Yan Nu, how could she have grown up? In her heart, Yan Nu was like her grandfather.
Unfortunately, no one paid her any heed.
Su Feihe took out a slender iron sword and strolled towards Yan Nu.
"I'll strip his tendons, flay his skin, refine his soul!"