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Atop the mountain, Su Fan lounged leisurely while Hu Tianfei stood behind him, kneading his shoulders.

Not far away, He Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot as he slumped to the ground in fury and hatred.

"Su Fan, aren't you going to kill him?"

Wu Aoxue asked in confusion.

Su Fan chuckled. "Didn't you say I couldn't afford to provoke him? I want people to know that it isn't the Three Great Families who cannot be provoked—it is me!"

"Kill him? What difficulty is that? But I want him to watch as everything he relies upon, mere clay chickens and porcelain dogs in my eyes, is destroyed by me."

"I want him to die in remorse and despair."

Wu Aoxue's heart trembled.

Shen Zhan, too, felt a chill in his heart. Su Fan was not merely killing someone—he was destroying their heart.

He wanted He Jingyun to watch helplessly as everything he depended on vanished.

All because of one wrong thought of his, bringing ruin upon everything!

What utter despair that would be!

"I'm waiting for the Three Great Families to keep sending people to save him!"

Su Fan sipped spiritual tea, utterly at ease, without the slightest sense that he was facing powerful enemies.

It was as though the Three Great Families truly were nothing but clay chickens and porcelain dogs in his eyes!

"Sword Saint, it would be better to remain cautious. The Three Great Families possess Clan-Suppressing Divine Weapons!"

Shen Zhan reminded him.

Su Fan curled his lip, unconcerned.

Clan-Suppressing Divine Weapons?

Could they compare to the Demon Blade of Death?

Could they compare to the God Swords within the Sword Abyss?

Not to mention the Forbidden Sword.

"Su Fan, do you have a divine weapon?"

Wu Aoxue asked.

"What would I need a divine weapon for?"

Su Fan