With Yang Sanfeng's Taiyi Jinxian's cultivation level, under the oppression of the realm, Yang Xuan could not have the slightest resistance.

"I want to seduce my father's soul and be arrogant." Yang Sanfeng snorted coldly and slapped his jade hand directly.

"You are the one who is arrogant!"

At this moment, under the terrifying pressure, Yang Xuan turned around strangely.

His eyes were cold, and there was no expression on his face covered with black lines.

He stared at Yang Sanfeng, and a terrifying aura was exuding all over his body.

How is that possible?

In the hall, Wang Daozhen's face changed drastically and he was shocked.

A golden immortal could turn around and speak so calmly under the pressure of Taiyi Jinxian.

This is unreasonable.

In addition to Wang Daozhen, Yang Sanfeng and his daughter were also shocked. It was hard for them to imagine how the ghost man in front of them did it.

"You...you!" Yang Sanfeng's face was faded, and her beautiful face was filled with horror.

"Swish!"

At this time, Yang Xuan took action, and he waved his hand and slapped Yang Sanfeng's jade hand directly.

Bang!

A crisp sound followed by Yang Sanfeng's shrill scream.

Her entire arm was broken and then she was destroyed in an instant.

"Ah!" Yang Sanfeng roared with a ferocious expression. She glared at Yang Xuan, and her long hair stood up.

"Kill him, Daozhen, kill him." Yang Sanfeng roared shrillly.

The king's way was really confused. Although he had reached the level of Taiyi Jinxian, he was indeed panicked at this moment.

All this happened in an instant. He never thought that a little ghost in the Golden Immortal Realm could slap Taiyi Golden Immortal's arm with one slap.

"Three Phoenix!" Wang Daozhen exclaimed and rushed down from the hall in an instant.

"Daozhen, kill him, kill him." Yang Sanfeng roared hysterically.

"Hmph! Just Taiyi Golden Immortal dares to attack the underworld ghost crew?"

Facing Yang Sanfeng, Yang Xuan had no intention of being sympathetic and slapped him directly.

"Stop!" Wang Daozhen shouted angrily, poked out his hand, and grabbed Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's eyes were cold and he ignored Wang Daozhen behind him.

Bang!

Yang Xuan's palm fell directly, Yang Sanfeng screamed, his body shattered, and only a soul floated in the hall.

At this time, Yang Xuan turned around, waved his palm, and faced Wang Daozhen.

puff!

Wang Daozhen's face changed drastically. He flew backwards, coughing up blood in big mouths, and his face was full of horror.

His arm broke directly, and then the flesh began to tremble, and then it cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood gushed out.

His entire arm was ruined.

"This is impossible, how is this possible?" Wang Daozhen looked in disbelief.

He looked at Yang Sanfeng's soul floating in the hall, and then Yang Daofeng, whose face was dull and had not reacted until now.

Finally, he set his eyes on Yang Xuan.

At this moment, he seemed to understand that Yang Xuanduan was not an ordinary ghost messenger.

It was impossible to slam the body of Taiyi Jinxian with one palm. Such power was not possible without the combat power of Daluo Jinxian.

How did he... do it?

Suddenly, Wang Daozhen's face changed drastically. He thought of someone, someone who made the three realms hold a grudge and vow to get rid of it.

Yang Xuan!
Chapter completed!