Murong Fu should have been happy that his father was not dead, but at this moment, he could not be happy at all.
In the short exchange just now, the person was not Su Lie's match at all. Instead, he was severely injured by Su Lie and fled.
If they met again in the future, would his father, Murong Bo, really die in Su Lie's hands?
"Ah…Su Lie, let my father go. What does what happened back then have to do with my father? He was already over seventy years old, so why did he have to kill him?”
Murong Fu, who was on the verge of death, could not make a sound. He endured the intense pain in his heart and roared in a low voice.
"Humph!"
"It has nothing to do with your father? Then why didn't you say this on Wudang Mountain back then?”
"A son pays for his father's debt. You, Murong Fu, have planted this seed. Do you think that once you die, the hatred between us will be written off?”
"Besides, even if I let your father go, he won't let me go, right?”
"Therefore, your father Murong Bo will die without a doubt. In fact, your entire Murong family will be completely destroyed because of you.”
Looking at Murong Fu's angry face and pleading eyes, Su Lie did not have any pity in his heart. He directly opened his mouth and shouted coldly.
"I've said enough nonsense with you. It's time to send you on your way.”
"Die!"
Boom!
The next moment, as Su Lie finished speaking, he punched out again.
This punch did not have a terrifying phenomenon, and its power was not as terrifying as the previous punch.
However, Murong Fu, who was already on the verge of death, could not hold on any longer. His heart shattered and blood stained the ground. He died completely.
Weng!
After killing Murong Fu with a punch, Su Lie waved his hand. The ancient bronze coffin that had been hovering in the void in the distance immediately opened its lid and emitted an extremely powerful devouring power.
In an instant, Murong Fu was swallowed by the ancient bronze coffin and quickly refined.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for burying Murong Fu, a martial arts grandmaster at the pinnacle. The reward is the Great Desolate Imprisoning Heavenly Finger.”
"Eh, it's actually this cultivation method?”
Su Lie's face lit up when he heard the system's voice in his mind.
The Great Desolate Imprisoning Heavenly Finger was the secret cultivation technique of the protagonist of a certain fantasy world.
Although it was not as powerful as the Heaven-Defying Seven Devil Blades and the Archean Dragonesque Elephant Fist, it was definitely not weak.
In fact, the Great Desolate Imprisoning Heavenly Finger was even more terrifying than the Heaven Destroying Hand.
In this way, it could be said that Su Lie had another powerful trump card in his hands.
"Murong Fu, you have died a worthy death for being able to obtain a cultivation technique for me.”
Weng weng weng weng!
At the same time, when the wind stopped, the surrounding spiritual energy was no longer violent, and all the smoke and dust dissipated.
Five kilometers away, the spectating martial artists widened their eyes and stared at the forest in front of them. They wanted to see what was going on with their own eyes.?
Su Lie and Murong Fu, who would win and who would die?
Even Wei Zhuang and Qiao Feng couldn't help but feel curious. Who was that martial arts grandmaster?
However, when they saw Su Lie standing alone in the forest in front of them, everyone could not help but sigh.
At this moment, with Su Lie as the center, there was no longer a single flower or tree within a radius of several miles. All the towering ancient trees had almost turned into powder and dust.
Even the ground was filled with huge holes. Strong winds blew past, leaving deep gullies on the ground.
It could be said that the area near Su Lie seemed to have just experienced a level 15 typhoon and then was bombarded by a round of indiscriminate artillery fire.
At this moment, there was no one else in the forest other than Su Lie and the ancient bronze coffin.
"Is he dead? The dignified Nan Murong was actually killed by a youth today?”
"But…where is his corpse? Could it be that the young man named Su Lie had directly crushed his bones and scattered them into ashes?”
"Cough cough…burn bones and scatter ashes? How much hatred did he have to do such a thing?”
"Not necessarily. After all, the two of them did seem to have a grudge against each other.”
"I'm guessing that the bodies might be in that ancient bronze coffin. After the Wushuang Ghost and the Graywolf King died, weren't their bodies buried in that coffin?”
"That's true. However, this young man named Su Lie is a little strange. Why does he bury the corpse of every person he kills in that coffin?”
"Hmph, who knows? Maybe it's his fetish? Or was it respect for the dead? In any case, after today, this young man named Su Lie would probably resound throughout the entire martial arts world.”
"That's right, with a peak fourth level Grandmaster cultivation, not only did he kill Nan Murong, he even crossed realms and killed four martial grandmasters. This overwhelming prodigy is destined to be famous throughout the Immortal Martial Continent.”
Many people who were watching the battle started to discuss animatedly. When someone mentioned the previous battle results, they subconsciously glanced at Wei Zhuang, who was not far away, and Bai Feng and Chi Lian, who were still unconscious from the serious injuries.
Feeling everyone's gaze, Wei Zhuang's already cold expression involuntarily turned even colder.
Today, he, Wei Zhuang, and the entire Quicksand Assassin Regiment would become Su Lie's stepping stones.
Swoosh!
At the same time, Su Lie, who was in the distant forest, carried the ancient bronze coffin and appeared in front of Wei Zhuang in an instant.
"Don't forget your promise. Four months later, the light will shine.”
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