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Chapter 915 Trying to Resist(2/2)

"Boy, you can only show off your words."

Another middle-aged man snorted coldly.

His right fist flew out hard.

The wind of the fist was rolling, like thunder, and one punch struck Lin Fan like a galloping and roaring dragon with overwhelming power.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"

Lin Fan sneered, punched out with the same punch, and fought with the middle-aged man.

Click!

The moment the fists and claws collided, a terrifying force swept through, and the surrounding air was squeezed and exploded, rippling like water waves, shaking the surrounding ground to pieces!

Click~

The fists and palms collided, but Lin Fan didn't move at all.

On the other hand, Wu Wenjie's face instantly turned pale, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed.

"Damn it!"

Wu Wenjie gritted his teeth and his face turned ashen.

Lin Fan's strength was so terrifying!

Even with the combined efforts of the four of them, they could only gain the upper hand and were completely suppressed and beaten!

"No, this guy's strength has surpassed the True Martial Realm, retreat quickly!"

Wu Wenjie's face looked extremely ugly.

He didn't think that the four of him could fight against Lin Fan, so he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"Want to leave?"

Lin Fan smiled coldly, then took a step forward and stepped on the ground.

A golden light curtain suddenly emerged, covering the ground.

"What!"

"Golden Barrier!"

Looking at the golden barrier that suddenly enveloped them, the expressions of several middle-aged men suddenly changed.

They originally thought that with the cultivation of the four of them, it would be easy to deal with an immortal cultivator at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm.

But he didn't expect that the attacks of the four of them would be blocked by Lin Fan's golden barrier.

This golden barrier is so hard that even a cultivator at the eighth level of the True Martial Realm will have to work hard to break it.

But Lin Fan is just a cultivator at the seventh level of the True Martial Realm. How he can arrange a golden barrier is simply unbelievable!

The golden barrier enveloped Wu Wenjie and four other middle-aged men.

Their figures kept moving, but they were still unable to break through the golden barrier. Instead, they consumed more and more energy.

"Haha! You should stay, but don't worry, I will spare your life!"

Lin Fan's joking voice suddenly sounded louder.

When Wu Wenjie and others heard this, their expressions became even more solemn.

"Demon Lord, you are too arrogant!"

"Demon Lord! Do you know who we are? You dare to harm His Highness the Demon Lord's men. You are really seeking death!"

"I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, our four brothers will not mind sending you back to the west!"

The four middle-aged men kept roaring. They didn't care whether Lin Fan was a disciple of the Demon Lord Hall. They only knew that they wanted to kill Lin Fan now.

"hehe......"

"What about your Demon Lord Palace?"

Lin Fan smiled contemptuously: "In this world, there are only two people who can kill me. One is Wu Wenjie, the leader of Tianyuan Sect. The other is you ants!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the four people suddenly changed wildly, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Wu Wenjie actually dared to hurt the Demon Lord!

But then I thought about it, Wu Wenjie was the Demon Lord’s nephew after all, and he was also the Demon Lord’s only son.

If he dares to attack him, he will definitely violate the Demon Lord's limits. At most, he will be expelled from the Demon Lord's Palace and will not be severely punished.
Chapter completed!
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