Almost the instant the sound rang out, Wei Jiu appeared before everyone without warning.
At a glance, Li Yanhe recognized Wei Jiu's identity.
"Commander Wei, Commander Wei Jiu!"
Wei Jiu glanced coldly at Li Yanhe, which frightened the latter so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and trembled like a leaf.
" Wei Jiu, what do you mean by this?"
Jiang Fan would never be kind to someone he disliked.
"It's nothing. Li Yanhe has committed a crime, so he should be handed over to the Divine Wind Camp for processing. I'm taking him away."
After saying that, Wei Jiu casually waved his hand, and the Psychic Power binding Li Yanhe suddenly dissipated.
"Call--"
Li Yanhe breathed a huge sigh of relief, thankful that Wei Jiu had appeared in time; otherwise, he would have died at Jiang Fan's hands.
Although he will be sent to Divine Wind Camp, he failed in his attempt and should not be sentenced to death.
As long as they are not executed immediately, they will always have a chance to turn their lives around in the future.
It seems that Heaven hasn't forsaken Li Yanhe, nor has it forsaken the Li Family!
Jiang Fan Jiang Fan, you just wait! Once I rise again, I will make sure you die a horrible death!
"Stop."
Jiang Fan blocked Wei Jiu and Li Yanhe's path.
"If he's sent to the Divine Wind Camp, will he be sentenced to death?"
"He attempted murder, which doesn't warrant the death penalty. At most, he'll be sent to the Outer Wilderness Zone to perform the most dangerous missions," Wei Jiu replied coldly.
"Heh." Jiang Fan sneered, "A fine attempt at murder, not punishable by death. If I didn't have my current strength, I'd probably be dead a thousand times over."
"But you didn't die, that's a fact, isn't it?"
Wei Jiu's voice remained icy, and not only his voice, but even the way he looked at Jiang Fan was as cold as if it were covered in frost.
"What if I insist on killing him now?" Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.
"With your current abilities, you can't do it yet." After saying that, Wei Jiu added, "You might not be able to do it in the future either."
Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed further and further, and the darkness in them deepened.
Wei Jiu continued, "Don't think that you can keep breaking through like a rocket by relying on so-called opportunities. There are no heaven-defying resources in this world that can allow a person to break through without any limits or constraints."
To be honest, I really hate people like you, but I also hope that our Great Xia can produce a peerless genius, a guardian deity who protects our Great Xia territory.
So what I said earlier wasn't directed at you personally, it was just stating the facts."
Whether I remain stagnant or rise to the top is none of your business, Commander Wei Jiu. Today, I'm going to send this old bastard to his death.
Jiang Fan's attitude was extremely firm; he would never allow someone who wanted to kill him to live and run freely in this world, as that would undoubtedly be like planting a time bomb for himself.
Although the bomb is weak and unlikely to kill him, what if it does?
Who can guarantee even that one in ten thousand chance?
And no matter who guarantees it, he won't believe it.
"I told you, with your current strength, even if I wanted to take him away, you couldn't."
After saying this, Wei Jiu completely ignored Jiang Fan and turned to look at Li Yanhe.
"Come with me."
"Yes, yes," Li Yanhe replied obsequiously.
Then she subtly glanced at Jiang Fan, the meaning in her eyes was clear: So what if you're Advanced Psychic? In front of Commander Wei Jiu, you're nothing but a fart.
He had just thought that when he suddenly stopped, his heart pounding rapidly for only two or three breaths.
"Boom--" His heart suddenly exploded, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and finally, like a collapsing building, he fell straight to the ground, without a sound.
Wei Jiu touched Li Yanhe's nose with his finger, and the next second his pupils contracted as he looked sharply at Jiang Fan.
"How dare you! You actually dared to kill someone in front of me!"
Within Li Yanhe's corpse, wisps of lingering Psychic Power still remained.
If he wasn't mistaken, Jiang Fan must have already left his Psychic Power in Li Yanhe's heart when he arrived.
It's like having a remotely controlled bomb planted; Jiang Fan can detonate it whenever he wants.
"So what if I killed you? What can you do to me?" Jiang Fan's expression was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.
"You're asking for it--"
Wei Jiu grabbed Jiang Fan's collar, Ye Qizhen quickly pulled Wei Jiu's arm away.
"Commander Wei Jiu, what are you doing? Let go!"
"Mr. Ye, I respect you as a true prodigy, but it's best if you don't get involved in this matter."
"What? You actually killed Jiang Fan, a Early-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist, for a murderer? Jiang Fan is Advanced Psychic!"
"I won't kill him, I'll just bring him before Yan Shuai to deal with!"
"Then you'd better not bother."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Ye Qizhen shook his head speechlessly. He had seen stubborn people before, but he had never seen anyone as stubborn as Wei Jiu.
"As I just said, Yan Shuai won't punish Jiang Fan for a mere Early-Stage Sixth Rank. Isn't that clear enough?"
"But he disregards the laws and regulations of the Great Xia! I don't believe Yan Shuai will let this go unpunished."
Ye Qizhen didn't know where to complain, "What if I say that Jiang Fan will be the law of Daxia in the future? What should you do?"
shock!
Wei Jiu's heart was churning with turbulent waves, each one higher and more turbulent than the last, making his breathing extremely erratic.
It took me a long time to calm down.
"Mr. Ye, you're giving him far too much credit."
"It's not that I think highly of you, it's just the truth," Ye Qizhen said expressionlessly.
Looking at Ye Qizhen's serious expression, Wei Jiu opened his mouth, then opened it again, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Let go." Ye Qizhen tugged at Wei Jiu's arm again.
Wei Jiu frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and then released his grip on Jiang Fan's collar.
"Are you alright?" Ye Qizhen asked, looking at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan didn't say anything, he just straightened his rumpled clothes.
Although his facial expression didn't change much, he had almost used his life-saving trump card just now.
It wasn't that he was impulsive, but rather that the difference in strength between himself and Wei Jiu was too great, and he dared not gamble on whether the other party would actually kill him.
Although he felt the possibility was pitifully low, almost zero, he still worried that if the other party acted rashly in their anger, crushing him would be as easy as crushing an ant, and he would die without even knowing why.
"Although Mr. Ye pleaded for you, I still need to report this matter to Yan Shuai." Wei Jiu said, reaching for his phone.
"You don't need to come." Jiang Fan took out his phone first and called Wei San.