“Son of a bitch!”
“Let go of the Moon Reading God~”
“My god, how can you blaspheme?”
“Let go of her~”
Everyone roared in anger, and the angry words resounded like the roar of a wild beast.
In the words, there was killing intent.
“Mingzun, the Moon God must not be insulted!”
“This son must never stay.”
“Otherwise, if this matter spreads out in the future, the whole world will not be laughed at?”
Mochizuki River was also angry.
The moon reading gods must be their martial arts leaders in Japan in the future.
The dignified god of the Japanese country has been desecrated by a Chinese junior. What would you think if you let people from other countries know?
This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the reputation of the Japanese martial arts or the authority of the Moon God.
Think about it, the god of belief in Japanese martial arts has an affair with a junior of China.
This is like when Wu Zetian, who proclaimed the emperor in China, was soaked by an unknown stinky boy. It was enough to throw him in his arms, and how intimate his master was.
This is so important to let people in the martial arts of other countries know, but they must not think that their Japanese martial arts leaders are the slaves of a Chinese kid.
Such things are undoubtedly a great shame.
But the matter has come to this, the only solution is to kill Ye Fan here!
As long as Ye Fan dies, this matter will naturally be over, and there is no evidence of death.
“Yes, the second pavilion master.”
“This son, never stay!”
“Order it.”
“As long as you give an order, I will wait for eight people and will kill this son!”
“Let this arrogant man pay the price of blood!”
The eight major disciples belonging to the Sanshen Pavilion also walked out, eyes full of anger, blood-red light glowing in their eyes.
The sword in his hand is out of its sheath. It seems that as long as Xu Zuo Mingzun gives an order, they will immediately violently slash Ye Fan.
“Second Pavilion Master, give an order.”
“Moonreading God, never tolerate blasphemy~”
At the top of Mount Fuji, thousands of people begged angrily, all looking at Susao Mingzun, waiting for his decision.
Xu Zuo Mingzun did not answer, but looked at Ye Fan again, and asked in a cold voice: “Junior, I will give you one last chance.”
“Let go of the Moon God, break both arms, and get out of Mount Fuji.”
“So, I can spare you not to die.”
“Otherwise, even if it’s blood-stained in my Japanese martial arts holy land, I will kill you if you are Zuo Mingzun!”
The words were sonorous and brought a gust of wind to sweep.
In the senran words, the anger was suppressed.
However, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to the threat of Xu Zuo Mingzun.
He turned around, took Haruhi Yingyue, and walked towards the foot of Mount Fuji.
“Junior, you are looking for death!”
Ye Fan’s ignorance finally completely angered Xu Zuo Mingzun.
His heart burned with anger, his palms were tightly clenched, and his fingertips almost penetrated into the flesh and blood.
“Originally today, I didn’t want to kill.”
“But no matter what, you junior is arrogant, insisting on death.”
“In that case, the deity is as you wish!”
“The eight major disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion listened to the order, formed the four phases of the sky, and worked together to kill this son!”
Boom~
As Mingzun Suzuo’s words fell, the boiling world here finally exploded.
With an order from Xu Zuo Mingzun, the eight major disciples behind him all rushed out.
Like a dragon flying thousands of miles, diving for nine days.
After the eight major disciples rushed out, they became united and separated.
One after another, one left and one right.
In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Ye Fan and Liang Palace Yingyue.
“Four phases and sky, get up!”
Whoosh whoosh~
The eight people drank in unison, and immediately afterwards, bursts of rainbow light rose from under their feet to the sky.
The long sword in his hand flew out together.
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