"Ah--"
With a muffled groan, the old man flew out like a kite with its string broken, and crashed into the ruins again.
He struggled to get up, but three serious injuries on his body caused severe tearing pain at the same time.
His figure swayed and he knelt on one knee, fear and despair in his deep-set eyes.
The strength of Fang Han is far stronger than that of Grandmaster Fifth Layer in the intelligence, and it has definitely reached the level of Grandmaster Late-Stage.
How unimaginable was it for me to provoke such a monster?
If he could regret it, he would never provoke this monster Fang Han again. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.
He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but before he could say the words for mercy, Fang Han's fourth sword had arrived.
"Whoops--!"
Dark Cyan's sword light flashed in the night, like a cyan lightning tearing through the night.
Straight into his forehead.
It was too late to dodge, True Qi infused his left hand, and he slapped his left palm forward, trying to block the sword with his palm force.
But even in his prime, it was difficult for him to block this sword, not to mention that he was seriously injured now and his strength was less than 30% of that in his prime.
"Pfft--"
Dark Cyan's sword light was like a sharp blade piercing through tissue paper, easily penetrating the palm print, continuing forward, penetrating the protective body True Qi, and sinking into his eyebrows.
The sword edge pierced the skull, and the look in his eyes instantly went out.
The body seemed to be frozen, keeping the posture of pushing the left palm forward, motionless.
Fang Han drew his sword and returned.
"Plop--"
The old man's body lost its support and fell backwards, smashing into the gravel and dust.
Those deep-set eyes were wide open, with fear and unwillingness remaining in their pupils.
Fang Han walked forward, squatted down and groped carefully on the old man's body. After a while, he took out six talismans from the inside of the old man's robe.
Two are Mid-Grade Divine Speed Talisman and one is Mid-Grade Message Talisman.
Two red ones are held in the palm, and the violent heat can be faintly felt. They should be Mid-Grade Flame Talisman that can release fire attacks.
The last one was khaki in color and his combat power was comparable to Grandmaster Seventh Layer, but he actually felt danger from this talisman.
This is most likely a High-Grade Earth-Element Talisman.
With his current combat power, only a spell of this level can give him a sense of danger.
"Fortunately, I didn't give this old guy a chance to take out this talisman."
Fang Han was thankful in his heart that he did not give the old man a chance to take out this High-Grade Earth-Element Talisman. If he had allowed the old man to take out this High-Grade Earth-Element Talisman, he might have turned defeat into victory.
It is not easy to make a magic talisman with such power, but it is undeniable that it is extremely powerful.
Moreover, its power does not depend on the user, but on the maker. It can be called an excellent trump card to save your life and turn defeat into victory.
Fang Han took the earth talisman that gave him a sense of danger and the other five talismans into Storage Ring, and then began to look for Starry Ink Jade.
Where the old man's right arm fell, Fang Han found Starry Ink Jade.
The broken right arm was holding on to Starry Ink Jade, as if it was unwilling to let go until death.
Fang Han squatted down, opened the five fingers that were tightly clasping Starry Ink Jade, took back Starry Ink Jade, and collected Storage Ring.
Just then.
"Da da da--"
A burst of rapid and messy footsteps sounded, coming quickly this way.
It was White Deer Merchant Association who heard the fighting and came to check.
The first person to arrive was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark purple executive robe, with a thin face and a strong aura. He should be a Break Three Passes warrior.
Following him are the top leaders of the White Deer Merchant Association, all of whom have strong auras, and the lowest level has reached Second Grade.
And behind them, there are teams after teams of the White Deer Merchant Association Guard.
Some were holding knives, some were holding guns, and some were disheveled. There were hundreds of them, surrounding the entire courtyard.
"President?!"
Seeing the dead old man lying on the ground, the middle-aged man who was the chief executive of the White Deer Merchant Association stopped in his tracks and his Adam's apple could not help but roll up and down.
His eyes suddenly dilated, horror reflected in his pupils.
The president of Grandmaster Mid-Stage, a powerful man, actually died.
What frightened him even more was that only a few dozen breaths had passed since he heard the news of the battle.
In just a few dozen breaths, the president of Grandmaster Mid-Stage was already dead. How terrifying is the enemy's strength?
"The president is dead?!"
Other senior executives of the Chamber of Commerce and Guard also looked at the old man's body in disbelief, with expressions on their faces frozen.
In their eyes, the president, who was aloof and unattainable, was actually killed.
Because they were too frightened, or rather frightened, some people's hands holding weapons trembled slightly, some subconsciously took half a step back, and some turned pale.
"Pa bang bang--"
Following the sound of footsteps, Fang Han walked out of the ruins and appeared in front of the White Deer Merchant Association's people.
"It's you!"
Seeing Fang Han appear, the expressions of the middle-aged man and several other senior officials suddenly changed, and their expressions became extremely frightened.
As senior leaders of the Chamber of Commerce, they knew that the president had tracked and discovered the true identity of the person in front of them through the secret book Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps.
The president was killed and this person appeared here. The answer is already obvious. The president angered the person in front of him and caused the disaster of death.
"It seems that you know my identity, and you can't let me stay."
Hearing the words of the middle-aged man and several other senior executives, Fang Han's eyes showed a cold light.
In addition to the old man, White Deer Merchant Association indeed has other people who also know his true identity. As expected, White Deer Merchant Association cannot stay.
"Your Excellency, everything is the president's own decision. We have no intention to be your enemy."
Feeling the murderous intention of Fang Han, the middle-aged man felt cold all over his body and hurriedly wanted to defend himself and seek a chance to survive.
"Keng--"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Fang Han had already pulled out Plain Longsword and slashed it out with one strike.
A Dark Cyan and Sword Qi appeared, carrying destructive power and slashing towards the middle-aged man.
"Drink--"
The middle-aged man who was on high alert felt his scalp numb and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.
He hurriedly drew his sword and poured Internal Qi into the sword without any reservation. The sword's body glowed with a layer of dark red sword light, facing the sword light of Dark Cyan.
"Click--"
The dark red sword light collided with Dark Cyan's sword light, and a destructive force erupted at the moment of collision.
Under this destructive force, the Dharma Weapon-level long sword in the middle-aged man's hand could not withstand the power and shattered inch by inch.
The middle-aged man also suffered from the lingering power of Sword Qi. A blood mark appeared on his chest, and then his body was broken into two parts and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Run, run away!"
Seeing that the most powerful middle-aged man was killed with one blow, the remaining high-level officials were all scared and wanted to flee in all directions.