The disciples of the Martial Alliance all straightened their chests and roared.

"The harm done to the children of the Martial Alliance is equal to the harm done to me, Ye Fan."

Ye Fan raised his arms and shouted: "The loss of your brother president is equivalent to the loss of my brother president, Ye Fan."

"Anyone who kills my disciples from the Martial Alliance will be killed by me, Ye Fan."

The voice was majestic and tough, as if he was pronouncing a sentence.

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

The disciples of Wu Meng looked at Ye Fan with both admiration and awe.

They wholeheartedly admired this young master whose figure was upright and as sharp as a knife in ice water.

Montague Wolf and Femme Beauty also have different expressions.

But in everyone's eyes, there is an intense emotion that is boiling with blood.

They began to envy Xiong Tiangu who could fight alongside Ye Fan.

"I want the three tycoons to be bloodbathed, I want the three tycoons to cease to exist, and I want West China to change hands again."

Ye Fan flashed a knife and roared: "Which of you is willing to live and die with me?"

"I do! I do!"

Seven thousand martial arts disciples took a step forward under the leadership of Yuan Qingyi.

They responded to Ye Fan like a roaring mountain wind.

Ye Fan raised his sword high: "There is only one mission tonight!"

"Then kill all Nangong and kill all Ouyang!"

Seven thousand people shouted loudly again: "Kill all Nangong! Kill all Ouyang!"

When morale is high, even a landslide cannot drown it!

Ye Fan raised his sword and struck the air: "Kill!"
Chapter completed!