Chapter 1791


    "The seven of them wish to stop us? Aren''t they too naive?”


    The middle-aged woman who was a fifthgrade ultimate god-level fighter gave a cold smile when she


    saw that only seven people were left behind. In a sh, she rushed toward Fane. "Looks like your


    cultivation level is pretty high, brat. Let me test you out a bit today!"


    "Charge!”


    Fane waved his hand and rushed forward without an ounce of fear toward the middle-aged woman.


    "You dare to counter me yourself?"


    The middle-aged woman''s eyes were filled with appraisal when she saw that Fane had such a good


    fighting spirit. From her perspective, Fane was a third-grade ultimate god-level fighter at most. It


    was so easy that he did not pose any worries for her.


    "No, wait. His speed—it’s so fast!"


    However, the next second, Fane was already right before her. His speed shocked the woman so


    much that her face immediately darkened.


    When she saw that the Chi on Fane''s fist rippled in thick gold color, the middle-aged woman was


    slightly taken aback. "You''re actually a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter? How can this be?


    Unless you’re from the Nine Armies?"


    The middle-aged woman heaved an internal sigh of relief after she discerned Fane''s cultivation


    level. Although the brat''s speed was extremely fast, as though she was going against a fighter who


    was at the eighth-grade ultimate god-level, she realized that the brat''s cultivation level did not match


    hers after a closer look.


    Bang!


    The two’s fists immediately shed after the middle-aged woman''s voice rang out.


    "No way. How is he stronger than me?”


    The middle-aged woman did not even see him as an opponent, but he changed her mind and her


    eyes went wide. Fane''s strength allowed her to suddenly sensed the shocking difference in strength


    between them.


    The fighting power of the brat before her was indeed about the same level as an eighth-grade


    ultimate god-level fighter.


    She found it hard to believe that someone who was a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter could


    demonstrate such power.


    Just as the woman’s eyes grew in shock, the sound of a cracking bone suddenly came from her


    arm. The next second, she flew out as though she were a kite with a broken string. She spat a


    mouthful of blood andnded heavily on the ground. She kept coughing up blood and could not


    even pull herself up.


    A single punch from Fane caused such heavy injuries to a fighter at the fifth-grade ultimate god-


    level that she even lost her fighting power.


    The woman looked at the other disciples from her n. Each of them was being killed by their


    enemies and was falling from the sky, one by one. They were absolutely no match for their


    opponents.


    "No way. How can they have so many people who are at the third-grade ultimate god-level? No


    way! It must be the Nine Armies. That damned Nine Armies-how dare they send people to help


    them secretly!"


    The middle-aged woman did not dare to believe in this reality. In the end, she could only witness the


    disciples that came over with her being killed by the seven people before her.


    “Please-please spare my life!"


    Fane flew before the middle-aged woman. She was looking at him with a pleading expression as


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