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Boom!

The terrifying attacks had already completely swallowed Su Fan.

The experts watching from afar could no longer see Su Fan.

It seemed Su Fan had already perished beneath the attacks, without putting up the slightest resistance.

Only Shen Zhan, the Thousand Martial Sect Master, clearly knew what was truly happening.

Precisely because of this, his heart trembled as stormy waves surged within him.

Such terrifying attacks could not harm Su Fan in the slightest!

And he had not even used any defensive Supreme Treasure!

"Has the Sword Saint died?"

"He offered no resistance at all. He must be dead!"

"He was far too overconfident!"

The watching experts discussed among themselves.

"Heh, that arrogant fool deserved it!"

"Exactly! He did not dodge or evade. Did he really think he was invincible?"

"Now the Sword Saint will become a joke, and Sword God Mountain will perish!"

"That is why, no matter how strong you are, you cannot be arrogant. This is the price of arrogance!"

"The Three Great Families are still powerful indeed!"

Quite a few of the watching experts began to sneer.

Others shook their heads in regret.

He had been far too conceited!

This was the consequence of conceit.

Boom!

The attacks continued. At that moment, a voice rang out.

"Is that all? Even if I stand still, you cannot harm a single hair on my head, and you dare call yourselves experts?"

"Just three old grasshoppers!"

A streak of sword intent shot into the sky, blasting apart the attacks in an instant.

The experts of the Three Great Families stared fixedly at Su Fan, their faces filled with horror.

The many experts watching the battle were all dumbfounded in an instant.

Especially those who had mocked him earlier—their faces stung as though they had been slapped hard.

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