Feng Zhao died in this battle. A man so powerful had been blasted apart alive by a single punch, leaving not even his bones behind.
It had to be said that this shook everyone to the core. Before absolute strength, even the Wind Marquis, renowned throughout the Nine Heavens, could not withstand a single blow.
"Just how strong is the Little Sage Emperor?" some exclaimed in wonder, while others felt fear or trembled.
Notably, both marquises of the Feng Clan had died at the hands of the same person. If word spread, it would stir up an enormous storm.
Both men held exalted positions within the Feng Clan and were qualified to inherit its Dao Lineage. The loss of either would send shock waves through Boundless Heaven.
Lin Fan, however, had no fear. He had already killed far more than three or five descendants of Immortal Families. When you had enough lice, you stopped worrying about the itch.
Before long, Shi Hao returned with a severed head belonging to Feng Xingtian, whose Primordial Spirit had already been destroyed.
"Too weak. This fellow's Three Immortal Qi were really watered down. Could it be that he didn't cultivate them himself, but stripped them from others through some sinister method?"
Hearing this, Yaoyue, Xuan Kun, and the others were speechless. They could only marvel that these two martial brothers were both monsters.
One had already risen to prominence and could fight and kill experts of the older generation. The other followed his example, slaying the Feng Clan's most outstanding successor of this generation.
If the Feng Clan learned of this, they would probably go mad.
"Just a few small fry. These so-called long-lived races fall far short of the Foreign Realm's King Clans and Imperial Clans. Set your sights higher."
Lin Fan spoke