C12 What's There to Fear about Death

What's there to fear of death?

"Hiss..."

Ye Han took a deep breath. He was frightened by this thought. If his guess was correct, the entire Spirit Country would become the laughing stock of Great Vast World!

Sixteen years ago, the son of Pattern Saint, who was the hostage of Spirit Country, had escaped from Spirit Capital.

Sixteen years later, Pattern Saint's grandson had escaped as well?

At this moment, he felt the pressure above his head suddenly disappear. Although he didn't know why, he felt much more relaxed after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly raised his head. His face was pale because of excessive blood loss.

However, his mind was clear. Looking at the high and mighty Ye Han who was somewhat absent-minded, he slowly stood up. He raised the Ivory Bone Blade high and said loudly, "Is this all you can do? Come on! Come and kill me!"

The veins on his forehead were violently trembling, and blood flowed out from his mouth. His eyes were scarlet red, and he looked like a malicious spirit. His mind was clear, and his heart was filled with rage!

He had just obtained a new life, and his natural luck was playing tricks on him. The heavens actually wanted to kill him, so how could he not be furious?

In this world, no matter who it was, even if it was the heavens, if they wanted to kill him, they would have to pay the price!

He clearly knew that he was no match for Guu Feng, so how could he not resist? That was definitely not Guu Feng's temperament!

Within the Chu family's meeting hall, in front of a Peak Martial Artist like Chu Chengfang, he had no strength to fight back. His innate spiritual root was forcefully taken away.

The heavens had pitied him, allowing him to come back to life.

And now, in front of this person who came out of nowhere, he was suppressed to the point of being unable to move.

Reason? Did he need a reason?

At the same time, Guu Feng had a new understanding of Great Vast World.

The strong overturned the clouds, and the weak were born like ants!

He was no longer the servant who wanted to get rid of his slavery.

He was Guu Feng, a man who had shed his innocence and walked out from the edge of life and death with an Ivory Bone Blade in his hand!

He was born like an ant.

What was there to fear about death!

"Hmph, do you think I can't kill you?"

Ye Han looked down at Guu Feng and said coldly, "Although you destroyed my Golden Sun Pearl, as long as you can answer my question truthfully, I can spare your life!"

Ye Han didn't believe it. This kid shouldn't have Pattern Saint's bloodline. Perhaps he had some magical treasure with him, it must be the same!

"What a load of nonsense. Come and kill me if you have the ability!"

Guu Feng shouted out loudly. He looked like he had gone mad. He picked up the Ivory Bone Blade and ran towards Ye Han's battle beast.

"You are courting death!"

Ye Han's mouth was filled with coldness. He gently waved his palm, and a gentle force was sent towards Guu Feng's head.

Guu Feng's body rushed forward a few steps and suddenly stopped. He was already entangled by the soft force. Under Ye Han's control, he flew to the front of Guu Feng in the air.

This kind of martial skill was not something an ordinary martial artist could grasp!

"You have already been suppressed by me. Answer the question honestly. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Ye Han pressed his finger on Guu Feng's head and asked coldly, "Do you have any magic treasure on you?"

The corner of Guu Feng's mouth curled into a mocking smile. He raised his head and looked at Ye Han quietly.

He ignored his question.

Ye Han's face darkened, and the force in his hand became slightly stronger. After the initial shock, Ye Han, who had calmed down, felt that this kid definitely had a treasure that could suppress the Firethorn Staff!

Guu Feng felt as if his head was about to explode, and intense pain swept over him.

Seeing that Guu Feng was about to faint from the pain, Ye Han stopped and said fiercely, "If you dare not answer me, I will break all your limbs and destroy your eyes!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the battle beast beneath him suddenly trembled.

Ye Han frowned and looked down. He was surprised to find that the Soul Beast that he had eaten earlier had become restless and restless.

With a thought, he released a divine sense and scanned the surroundings of the Soul Beast. He did not discover anything. Just as he was about to investigate the beast body of the Soul Beast, the Soul Beast suddenly jumped up.

Ye Han, who was caught off guard, suddenly shook from the iron throne.

His expression changed. Just as he was about to stabilize his body, he remembered that he was still holding Guu Feng in his hand. He hurriedly shook his palm and pushed Guu Feng away. His palm pressed on the Soul Beast's body, and just as he stabilized his body, a strong wind suddenly came from above his head.

It was Guu Feng who came down from the top and threw a punch at his face.

Ye Han had never thought that Guu Feng, who had been suppressed by him, could still move freely.

He wanted to react, but it was too late. He could only gather his spiritual energy and prepare to take the punch head on before retaliating. How could a mere martial disciple who had just condensed his spiritual energy hurt him?

Ye Han even showed a trace of ridicule on his face.

This was what Guu Feng had been waiting for!

Just as his fist was about to touch Ye Han's head, he suddenly changed his move. His body turned, and the Ivory Bone Blade in his other hand fell down.

Ye Han's expression changed drastically. Seeing the bone blade coming down, he did not have enough time to stabilize his body. He could only block with his right hand.

"Puchi!"

Half of his arm was cut off by the bone knife!

"Ah!"

With a miserable cry, half of his arm was cut off. The bone knife paused slightly, but it directly pierced into the flesh on Ye Han's right shoulder. The entire shoulder blade almost broke off!

After severely injuring Ye Han, Guu Feng frowned slightly. After all, Ye Han was too strong. Otherwise, this attack would have killed him.

"Damned ant! How dare you hurt me!"