A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

Seeing his father in such a miserable state, Han Ziliang was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth.

He was used to talking about his background, but he never thought that Ye Changsheng would not buy it.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, our families are both the best and most transcendent sects in Dongzhou. Are we really going to tear each other apart today?"

Han Santong's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He was tightly pressed by Ye Changsheng's terrifying pressure, and the blood in his body was boiling like a river and sea. A strong fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, as if he would spray blood wildly in the next moment.

But in the face of Han Santong's questioning and begging for mercy, Ye Changsheng was not moved at all, and still responded with indifference: "What if we have a falling out? Do you naively think that I, Ye Changsheng, will be afraid of your Tianjian Sect?"

After saying that, he took a step forward, and the momentum around him surged again, pressing Han Santong to make it extremely difficult to breathe.

"How should this matter be resolved before you can let it go? Please tell me, Fellow Daoist Ye!"

Han Santong asked with gritted teeth, resisting the discomfort of his body.

Although he was full of resentment, he knew that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him. If he could not calm down this storm as soon as possible, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Fellow Daoist Ye!

As the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. You are forcing me like this. Aren't you afraid of going too far and causing a full-scale conflict between the two major sects?"

"Reasonably speaking, your disciples have killed four of my guards. You should be content, right?"

Han Santong widened his eyes and stared at Ye Changsheng, trying to find a sign of relaxation on his face.

"If reasoning is useful, then what is the use of the long swords in our hands?!"

Ye Changsheng was not moved at all. He just smiled coldly and said in a cold voice: "Those who tease my disciples are guilty of death. However, considering that we all belong to the same righteous sect, this death penalty can be temporarily exempted, but the living penalty is hard to escape!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Changsheng suddenly stretched out his right index finger and flicked it lightly. In an instant, a sharp and unparalleled energy shot out from his fingertips.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a shrill howl, Han Ziliang, who was standing next to Han Santong, suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his crotch.

He looked down subconsciously, and all he saw was a bloody mess, with blood gushing out from the wound.

"It's over... It's all over... My life is gone!"

Han Ziliang let out a desperate and painful roar, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted on the ground, unconscious.

.............

Gu Yunyi, who was not far away, saw this scene and felt a chill in his crotch, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

At the beginning, Ye Changsheng only asked him to pay money, and did not destroy his wisdom, which was really a mercy outside the law.

"You!"

There was only a roar, shaking the sky.

Han Santong's eyes were wide open, staring at Ye Changsheng in front of him, and his angry eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

He could never have imagined that Ye Changsheng would dare to do such a cruel thing to his only son and destroy his wisdom. This is simply an irreconcilable hatred!

"How dare you do this, you bastard!"

Han Santong roared again, his voice full of endless anger and murderous intent.

The aura around him suddenly erupted, like a volcanic eruption, hot and violent.

What's more amazing is that he actually burned his own blood and forcibly raised his realm to the Nascent Soul stage!

As Han Santong's realm improved, his momentum became more and more powerful, like a god of war descending to the world.

He shouted loudly, and the sound wave was like thunder, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Then, he flashed and pounced on Ye Changsheng like lightning, waving the spear in his hand, bringing a gust of wind whistling sound.

In an instant, a sharp spear light shot out from the tip of the spear. The spear light was silver-white, like a silver dragon winding and dancing in the air.

The spear light was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was close to Ye Changsheng, and it continued to exhale terrifying spear rhythms. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart and made a sharp hissing sound.

Facing such a fierce attack from Han Santong, Ye Changsheng's face remained unchanged and he remained calm.

He just glanced at Han Santong who was rushing over, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

Then, he slowly stretched out two fingers, put them together, and began to condense a ray of golden sword energy.

Although this ray of golden sword energy seemed small, it contained extremely powerful power and unfathomable sword intent.

Just when Han Santong's spear light was about to pierce Ye Changsheng's vital point, Ye Changsheng suddenlyThen, with a flick of his finger, the golden sword energy shot out as fast as an arrow from a bow.

With a light "swish" sound, the golden sword energy and the silver-white spear light collided fiercely.

At the moment when the two collided, a dazzling light burst out, and at the same time, an extremely powerful energy fluctuation spread out from the two as the center.

This energy fluctuation was extremely violent, and the surrounding space could not withstand this huge pressure and began to vibrate wildly.

Dust flew on the ground, rocks flew everywhere, and some weaker onlookers were even directly shaken by this powerful shock wave and flew backwards, spitting blood.

And those who were slightly stronger, all used various magic weapons to try their best to resist this impact.

At the same time, the golden sword energy and the silver-white spear light intertwined and collided with each other, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

At this moment, two completely different Dao rhymes clashed fiercely, devouring and melting each other, and the whole scene was extremely spectacular.