Chapter 1008: Abandonment

ly!Chen Ping's words enraged Xiao Yan once again: "Boy, if I don't kill you today, how can my Xiao family stand firm in Hongcheng!"Having said that, Xiao Yan turned to the dozens of bodyguards behind..."Stop him..."

Xuanyuan Yan roared, while he took the opportunity to escape!

At this time, the numerous offspring of the Xuanyuan family were either dead or injured, and they had long since vanished. There were originally several martial arts guards protecting Xuanyuan Yan, but now even the last trump card formation of the Xuanyuan family couldn't do anything to Chen Ping. The remaining people had already fled.

"Have you run"

Chen Ping's Zhanlong Sword seemed to be imbued with the power of thunder and lightning. As Xuanyuan Yan fled, rolling thunder constantly struck his path, blocking his escape route.

"Your Xuanyuan family is nothing to be afraid of. The Kyoto martial arts world will no longer have the Xuanyuan family in the future."

Chen Ping looked at Xuanyuan Yan coldly, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

Xuan Yuan Yan knew there was no hope of escape. Looking at the bodies littering the ground and the meager handful of people remaining by his side, he knew the Xuan Yuan clan was finished.

He never could have imagined that Chen Ping, someone he had never even looked at before, would single-handedly destroy their two major clans today.

"Chen Ping, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. From now on, our Xuanyuan family is willing to follow your orders and obey your arrangements!"

Xuanyuan Yan lowered his head. The head of the Xuanyuan family, was forced to bow to a young man who was only in his twenties.

At this moment, appearances and reputation mean nothing to Xuanyuan Yan. What matters is life. Life is only once, and Xuanyuan Yan knows that as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

But whether Chen Ping would give him a chance to live is unknown.

"If I kill you now, the power of your entire Xuanyuan family, I can also control it."

Chen Ping's eyes were cold and sharp, he wouldn't let Xuanyuan Yan go.

As Chen Ping spoke, he raised his dragon-slaying sword high.

Looking at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Chen Ping's hand, Xuan Yuan Yan's eyes were filled with fear, but he remained motionless. He had completely lost his confidence because he knew that even if he dodged, the result would be the same.

"Stop..." for any fluctuations of spiritual energy. You see, many of those in Xuan Yue Valley were sorcerers, and they would all have faint fluctuations of spiritual energy about them. As long as these people...