"Heh, this old man is quite interesting, daring to threaten my people." Zhang Fan stood on the second floor watching the scene, a smile appearing on his sharp, well-defined face.
Ailabella and Yan Qianghu, seeing the meaningful smile on Zhang Fan's face, couldn't help but offer a few seconds of silent prayer for the white-haired Saint.
It was his bad luck to provoke Zhang Fan.
"Master, I'll go deal with him," Lin Haotian volunteered.
Zhang Fan waved his hand and said, "This is not China, after all. Let's keep a low profile for now and have Ailabella handle it."
"Since he said he wants Yi Feicheng to be buried with him, then beat him to death."
Zhang Fan said casually, not taking the white-haired Saint seriously at all.
That Saint might hold a high position in the Daquan Gang, after all, he had reached the mid-Saint stage and possessed deep accumulation.
However, in Zhang Fan's eyes, he was no different from an ordinary Xiantian Grandmaster. If he were to make a move, it would be a matter of one strike.
However, before dealing with the Pope of the Holy See, Zhang Fan still felt it was better to keep a low profile. If he alerted them, it would be troublesome.
"Yes, Master." Ailabella licked her scarlet lips, a strange glint of excitement in her beautiful eyes. The blood of a Saint still made her somewhat excited.
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"If he dies, you will be buried with him today!"
After the white-haired Saint uttered these words, the entire hall fell silent, everyone holding their breath, feeling that something momentous was about to happen.
This was an open challenge to the rules of the Mafia.
After all, even the Saint from Tijuana who intervened to save someone did so through negotiation. This white-haired elder, however, directly issued a threat, which was indeed overbearing.
However, the strength of the Daquan Gang and the Mafia were ultimately at the same level. It was unknown if the Mafia would confront a Saint from the Daquan Gang for the sake of this kid from the Black Tiger Gang.
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"Wang Desheng is still as shameless as ever, actually unable to take a loss." Garcia said indignantly.
"This is not a matter of being able to take a loss. That Ke Ke is an elite disciple of the younger generation of the Daquan Gang. Even if he's not the top among the younger generation of the Daquan Gang, he can still rank in the top three and has a great chance of becoming a Saint. The Daquan Gang naturally attaches great importance to him." The man with a mustache shook his head.
"In the end, it's still because the background of this Black Tiger Gang is too weak. If the Black Tiger Gang's strength were stronger than the Daquan Gang, even if this young man had killed Ke Ke on the spot, what could Wang Desheng say?"
"In this world, only the strong have the right to speak reason. Weakness is a sin."
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Various parties discussed, all expressing some sympathy for the young man from China on the stage. Winning should have been a glorious matter, but at this moment, it had pushed him into an awkward position.
"My patience is limited. Within ten seconds, if you don't let him go, you will lose your last chance!" A mere Xiantian Grandmaster daring to talk back to him filled Wang Desheng with anger.
He had already made up his mind that after saving Ke Ke, he would severely punish him. Even if he couldn't kill him due to face, he would cripple his cultivation.
"Ten seconds?" Yi Feicheng shook his head and said, "You've given me too much time. I'll tell you my decision now."
After speaking, Yi Feicheng cast his gaze towards where Zhang Fan and the others were, exchanging a knowing smile.
"Crack!"
Without any hesitation, Yi Feicheng directly twisted Ke Ke's neck, killing him on the spot.
Before he died, Ke Ke's blue eyes were filled with regret and unwillingness. He who had planned to win glory for the Daquan Gang in this gang competition had not lived to see that day.
"Brother Ke Ke!"
Seeing this, the people of the Daquan Gang were all disbelieving. The genius they believed would surely become a Saint had actually died on the stage.
Even a Saint intervening could not stop it.
The silver-haired woman's eyes turned red. "Grandpa Wang, please avenge Brother Ke Ke!"
Actually, there was no need for the silver-haired woman to remind him. The moment Ke Ke died, his eyes were instantly filled with killing intent.
"You little beast, you're looking for death!"
A surge of immense ice energy erupted from Wang Desheng's body, and the entire hall instantly felt like an ice cellar. Everyone felt a chill, as if they had frozen stiff and were unable to move.
"No wonder they say Saints are inviolable. Just the release of energy, without any moves, is enough to make Transcendent beings tremble." The four Saints responsible for protecting the scene around the arena, facing the enraged Wang Desheng, dared not speak out to reprimand him, let alone stop him.
With an incredibly cold glint in his eyes, Wang Desheng punched out, and a fist print condensed from ice energy exploded from his palm. Where it passed, even the air froze.
Clearly, Wang Desheng made no effort to hold back, intending to kill Yi Feicheng with a single punch.
"What a pity. Although he killed Ke Ke, he'll have to lose his life as well. It's really not worth it." Seeing this, many sighed for Yi Feicheng.
The full-power punch of a mid-Saint expert was something a Xiantian Grandmaster could not withstand. Even an invincible Grandmaster, if not skilled in defense, might die under such a punch.
However, to the surprise of many, facing this fatal punch, Yi Feicheng made no attempt to defend. Instead, he stared at Wang Desheng with a mocking smile in his eyes.
Boom!
Just as the ice fist print was less than ten feet away from Yi Feicheng's head, a blood-red light flashed past, shattering the ice fist print.
"Who dares to stop me?" Wang Desheng's eyes, filled with killing intent, deepened as his full-power attack was blocked.
"Old man, are you looking for death?"
Ailabella, dressed in a red dress, floated down from the second floor. She possessed an angelic face and a devilish figure. The moment she appeared, she attracted everyone's attention.
She landed gracefully on the stage. Although she didn't exude an earth-shattering aura, her composed demeanor, combined with her devastating beauty, made people involuntarily hold their breath.
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"Who is she?"
So young, yet able to easily block Wang Desheng's full-power attack, it was enough to prove that this beautiful woman in red was also a Saint, but few knew her identity.
"Ailabella?" Wang Desheng's pupils constricted when he saw this figure, his expression becoming somewhat grim.
While ordinary people might not know who Ailabella was, he was very clear, as he had witnessed this woman's prowess during a previous gang competition when he led the younger generation of the Daquan Gang.
A Saint under thirty years old, a princess of the Blood Race, any one of these identities made him extremely wary.
"Are the Blood Race also going to interfere in this matter?" Wang Desheng asked.
"It has nothing to do with the Blood Race," Ailabella replied, shaking her head.
"If that's the case, then please, little princess, step aside. Our Daquan Gang must kill this person!" Hearing Ailabella's words, the sharpness in Wang Desheng's eyes deepened.
If Yi Feicheng were someone the Blood Race intended to protect, he truly wouldn't dare to make a move.
But with Ailabella alone intervening, he felt a bit more confident.
Although Ailabella's talent was astonishing, she was ultimately too young. Wang Desheng did not believe she was his match.
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