Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Faced with Pan Xing's terror, Ji Zhen remained silent. His face was full of anger, and the long sword in his hand was constantly emitting a faint red, cold light as he walked step by step towards Pan Xing.

Although Pan Xing was usually domineering, he was not stupid. After understanding his situation, he finally dared not be arrogant anymore, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Tell me, what do you want? Just name a price, our Pan family will definitely send it. As long as you let me go, how about it?"

"Heh heh, let you go?" But after hearing his words, Ji Zhen suddenly sneered, his face becoming even more angry as he said: "When you slaughtered our Ji family, did you ever think about letting us go? Now you actually have the face to beg me to let you go, it's simply a daydream!"

Ji Zhen's face was extremely cold, and his tone was filled with awe-inspiring killing intent!

After hearing this, Pan Xing was stunned for a moment. Knowing that begging for mercy was useless, he immediately changed his strategy and began to threaten: "You Ji family bastard, I warn you, if you kill me today, then our Pan family will definitely not let you go. You must know that Pan Linghai, the Second Master of the Pan family, is my great-grandfather, and he is the heir to the next family head.

If you kill me, not only will the Third Master not let you go, but the Second Master will definitely not let you go either. Just wait to be hunted down by our Pan family!

So if you know what's good for you, let me go as soon as possible and escape to the ends of the earth. After I go back, I can also help you mediate within the family, and maybe even preserve a little bit of bloodline for your Ji family, how about it?"

Pan Xing was able to reach such a high position in the Pan family, so his mind was certainly flexible, and he immediately came up with such a suggestion.

Chen Tian's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, and then he looked at Ji Zhen, wanting to see how he would choose next.

However, after hearing Pan Xing's words, Ji Zhen did not show any signs of being moved at all, but instead sneered disdainfully: "My Ji family of two hundred and fifty-one people were all slaughtered by your Pan family, and even the young master who was studying in the Immortal Feather Sect was not spared. What face do I have to苟活于世? (live on in humiliation?)

I am not afraid of death. What I am really afraid of is that before I die, I will not personally kill any Pan family members to avenge the more than two hundred people who died in the Ji family! So today, I will definitely use the blood of you, a core member of the Pan family, to pay homage to all the dead souls of the Ji family! You can die in peace!"

To Pan Xing's surprise, Ji Zhen did not choose to escape, but openly wanted to be an enemy of the entire Pan family!

Only then did Pan Xing truly become terrified. He wanted to escape, but helplessly, Jia Yan was holding him tightly, unable to break free at all!

And at this moment, Ji Zhen finally walked in front of Pan Xing, tightly grasped the long sword emitting a strange red light with both hands, and slashed down on him fiercely!

"Ah…!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream echoed in this desolate wilderness.

Looking at Pan Xing's body, the clothes made of luxurious silk had already been torn apart, and a wound from top to bottom ran through his entire chest!

And on this wound, there were still some strange red lights from Ji Zhen's long sword. As soon as the blood flowed down from the wound, it was immediately swallowed up by the red light, and then the wound was stitched up.

It's just that the process of stitching seemed to produce unimaginable pain, causing Pan Xing to scream non-stop, and his feet to kick down violently, looking like he was in unbearable pain.

After seeing his miserable state, Ji Zhen not only did not show a trace of pity, but laughed wildly like a madman.

He licked the long sword in his hand and sneered at Pan Xing: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly! Killing you with one sword would be so boring. I want to cut you down with one knife and one sword, I want you to taste the feeling of wanting to live but not being able to, wanting to die but not being able to!"

After saying that, Ji Zhen once again grasped the long sword and slashed several times on Pan Xing's body, but just like before, as soon as those wounds appeared, they were stitched up by the red light. At the same time, several waves of intense pain struck Pan Xing, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and his teeth were about to be crushed!

After suffering these few swords, Pan Xing finally didn't even have the strength to curse, only caring about howling in pain.

Next, in this desolate mountain wilderness, everything was covered by Pan Xing's howling and Ji Zhen's laughter. This strange sound gathered together, making people's scalps tingle.

After seeing this scene, Chen Tian was also slightly surprised. He did not expect that Ji Zhen would be so vicious.

However, Chen Tian did not sympathize with Pan Xing, after all, this was a matter between their Pan family and Ji family, and Chen Tian, an outsider, was not convenient to intervene.

At the same time, Chen Tian could also somewhat feel the resentment in Ji Zhen's heart.

Yes, more than two hundred lives of their Ji family were all slaughtered by the Pan family, and the reason why he took such a vicious way to retaliate against Pan Xing was also because he had been suppressing it in his heart for too long.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian couldn't help but sigh softly.

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Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually turned dark.

In fact, half an hour ago, Pan Xing had stopped calling out, he was already dead and could not be more dead.

Although there was that strange red light to stop the bleeding for him, such a long period of intense pain was unbearable for anyone.

In other words, Pan Xing was tortured to death!

At this time, his originally handsome face had become hideous and unbearable due to the pain, his hands were also bent into eagle claws, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide with horror.

Everything indicated that he had suffered immense pain before his death!

But even though Pan Xing was already dead, Ji Zhen still did not stop, but continued to wave the long sword in his hand, laughing while slashing at Pan Xing's body.

Only after slashing two hundred and fifty-one swords did Pan Xing finally stop.

He threw away the long sword in his hand, knelt down with a 'plop', and roared to the sky: "Ancestors, brothers and sisters of the Ji family, Zhen'er has finally killed the Pan family members to avenge you! … … Avenge you! … … Woo woo… … Woo woo woo woo… …"

When he said the last part, Ji Zhen couldn't restrain the grief in his heart and burst into tears.

After seeing this scene, Chen Tian, who had been standing still since just now, finally stepped forward and sighed, "Brother Ji, you have done very well, please accept my condolences."

Chen Tian wanted to comfort Ji Zhen, but after searching for words for a long time, he could only say this.