Super Devouring System

Ye Xuan nodded.    

"You ?" Fan Jin was slightly angered, because he had finally reached this place with great difficulty, yet Ye Xuan had beat him to it.    

The crucial point was, this mission was a competition of who could complete it faster and go back home.    

"You've also collected the ten strands of fur?" Fan Jin asked again.    

Just the keepsake alone was useless to Ye Xuan. He still needed the unique white fur on King Kong's forehead for a few more times.    

"Yeah." Ye Xuan reached into his embrace and grabbed out a pile of white fur.    

Seeing this, Fan Jin's eyes flashed as well, with a hint of killing intent mixed within.    

Ye Xuan had already completed his mission, so as long as he could return to Southern Cyanwood Forest City, he would fail.    

Moreover, Ye Xuan had a flying mount which was faster than him, so if he went to another place to retrieve his second keepsake, he might not be able to save them.    

Right now, he only had one way, and that was to kill Ye Xuan.    

Fan Yuan, who was beside Fan Jin, was also aware of this fact, but he still had another doubt in his mind, so he asked, "Ah Jin, why am I a little familiar with the name Ye Xuan?"    

"Father, he is the person who crippled Fan Yue." Fan Jin replied.    

After his reminder, Fan Yuan immediately reacted. "So it's you, you crippled my nephew. But I remember that my second brother sent out his experts to intercept you."    

"Oh? Kill me? " Ye Xuan acted as though he was surprised and said: "I don't know about that, I've never met one anyway."    

Although he had killed the experts from the Fan family, he still had to keep this a secret. Unless he had the confidence to destroy the Fan family.    

"Really? Since it's like this, it's great. As long as I kill you, my son will be able to join the Imperial Capital Competition and take revenge for my nephew."    

As Fan Yuan spoke, he suddenly tightened his grip on the treasured sword in his hand.    

"Is that so, hehe ?"    

Ye Xuan smiled and suddenly found a strange place, he thought to himself: "Yi, isn't that the low grade Spirit Treasure Water Breaking Sword that I sold to the auction house earlier? So it's like that, it was bought by the Fan family, coincidentally, and can be reclaimed!"    

Just then, Fan Jin also shouted: Ye Xuan, as long as you hand over the mission and kill your flying mount, I will beg father to spare your life, at most, cripple your cultivation, what about it?    

It was not because he was soft-hearted, but because Fan Yue had a grudge with him when he was young and as a member of the same clan, he could not attack Fan Yue.    

And Ye Xuan crippling Fan Yue could be considered as unintentionally helping him vent his hatred.    

"What a joke, I'll also give you a chance. If you kill your father, I can consider sparing your life." Ye Xuan had a disdainful look on his face.    

The distance between him and Fan Yuan was tens of metres, so he was unable to sense Fan Yuan's strength. However, he knew that Southern Cyanwood City only had two True Spirit Realm Strongman s.    

One was the Duke of Southern Cyanwood Forest, and the other was the Empire's investigator, Ouyang Ming.    

Therefore, it was impossible for Fan Jin's father to be a Strongman of the True Spirit Realm.    

As long as it was not the True Spirit Realm, what was he afraid of?    

Not only that, he could even take revenge for what happened that day.    

"Alright, since you don't know how to appreciate kindness, then don't blame me. "Father, I'll go kill him."    

Fan Jin coldly snorted.    

"To think that he would be so arrogant. He is truly reckless."    

Although Fan Yuan was surprised that Ye Xuan had set his eyes on Ye Xuan, when Ye Xuan crippled Fan Yue, he was only in the early ninth stage of the Martial Dao. Only a few months had passed, he did not believe that Ye Xuan could stir up any big waves.    

In his estimation, Ye Xuan was at most at the ninth level of Martial Dao.    

However, he still called out to Fan Jin all of a sudden and passed the water breaking sword in his hand to Fan Jin, saying: "Ah Jin, this water breaking sword will come to you sooner or later. Today, you will use this spirit treasure sword to take revenge for Fan Yue!"    

"Alright!" Fan Jin received the treasured sword.    

Although he did not want to take revenge for Fan Yue, if he did not kill Ye Xuan, he would probably be eliminated. Thus, between him and Ye Xuan, only one person would be able to live.    

"Are you sure it was you who killed me and not your father?" Ye Xuan looked at Fan Jin, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.    

"What arrogant words. Since you are truly looking to die, I'll grant you that wish." That day, Ye Xuan had crippled his guard and he had wanted to forget about it. Now, he wanted to avenge his guard.    

Fan Yuan looked at Ye Xuan's relaxed appearance, and his heart was filled with doubts. He immediately warned, "Ah Jin, when dealing with every enemy, don't relax."    

"Yes, father!" Fan Jin nodded, then raised his water sword and walked towards Ye Xuan.    

Ye Xuan looked at him as he walked slowly towards him, his smile not diminishing, and thought: Initially, I did not want to bother with you, but since you have come to seek death, I shall grant you that wish.    

"Swoosh!"    

A slash tore through the air.    

, who was in the early tenth stage of the Martial Dao, and his precious sword wielded a spirit artifact, his attacks were extremely quick and ferocious. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Ye Xuan.    

Even if it was a Warrior at the peak of the ninth stage of the Martial Dao, they would only be able to watch him get hit by this slash.    

However, this slash was extremely slow in front of Ye Xuan.    

"Swoosh!"    

Ye Xuan's body moved slightly, and dodged the sharp slash.    

"What?"    

Fan Jin was shocked, he raised his hand and slashed again.    

This cut accurately hit Ye Xuan's body, but surprisingly, it passed through.    

Afterimage?    

This time, Fan Jin was even more shocked, he anxiously focused and found Ye Xuan's figure at the side.    

At this moment, a golden colored longbow appeared in Ye Xuan's hand.    

Suddenly, Ye Xuan's right hand loosened and an arrow shot out.    

The arrow tip split into nine, and like lightning, they instantly shot towards Fan Jin's body.    

One of them shot through Fan Jin's heart, while the other shot through his forehead with a bloody hole.    

Fan Jin, dead!    

He never would have thought that he would be instantly killed by someone. Not only that, but he also died in the hands of a Imperial Capital Competition, at the hands of a youth who was five or six years younger than him.    

Fan Jin who was holding onto the Broken Moon Sword, had already turned into a corpse and fell backwards.    

At this time, a figure suddenly rushed over and snatched the water breaking sword from his hands. It was Ye Xuan.    

"Ah Jin!"    

Fan Yuan shouted angrily after he was done.    

His only son had actually been killed.    

Immediately, he pounced towards Ye Xuan with his bare hands.    

"A mantis trying to stop a car!"    

Ye Xuan coldly snorted in his heart, dragging another afterimage with him as he rushed in front of Fan Yuan.    

"Bam!"    

His palm struck Fan Yuan's chest and sent him flying. The next moment, the weapon in his hand was swapped for another.    

"Swoosh!"    

"Swoosh!"    

"Swoosh!"    

The nine streaks of cold light flashed by, and Fan Yuan was shot into a sieve as he fell in the blink of an eye.    

Even if he had a spirit treasure sword, he would still not be Ye Xuan's match. After all, a spirit treasure sword could only increase attack power, it could not increase his speed.    

As for Ye Xuan's speed, it was already unimaginably fast, unless he was a Warrior at the peak of the tenth stage of the Martial Dao, or if he used a tenth stage Martial Arts, or even had a Spirit Level Movement Martial Arts, then of course, he could also be a Warrior of the True Spirit Realm.    

Otherwise, don't even think about following him.