Chapter 102: Why don't you castrate yourself and apologize?

Yan Qing, the chief steward of Xingyuan Mansion, is known as the smiling devil.

Wang Zexiu was frightened and a little indignant at the same time. He couldn't understand why the chief steward would get angry for this Dianlong school kid. He said with an ugly face: "Chief steward, you saw what happened just now. This kid is full of dirty words. He not only slandered me, but also blasphemed the second lady. If he is not killed, I am afraid that the reputation of the second lady will be damaged!"

Yang Fan, who was hiding behind the chief steward, laughed and shook his head: "It's really funny. I don't have a photo of the second lady in my mobile phone. If you really want to blaspheme, it's you! Who knows if you blush and breathe quickly every night to do something obscene and dirty in front of the photo of the second lady?"

"You are talking nonsense! I have never done such a thing!" Wang Zexiu, a dignified third-level innate strongman, was so angry that his whole body trembled, his face was full of bloodshot, and he said excitedly.

He was originally injured by the chief steward, and now he couldn't control the blood rushing back, and his injury suddenly worsened. As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned red, and a streak of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fan smiled contemptuously: "You still say you don't have it. Only people whose lies are exposed will be as red-faced as you are now, and can't speak clearly. Look at me, every word I said before is an ironclad fact, so I didn't change my face or heart, and I didn't panic even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of me."

A mouthful of blood rushed to Wang Zexiu's throat, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to spit it out.

Yang Fan then said lightly: "Commander Wang, everything is clear, and you don't need to waste saliva to defend yourself. I heard that you come from a sword saint family, and your swordsmanship is as good as a god. If you castrate yourself, it must be painless. In this case, why don't you use your best swordsmanship to castrate yourself in public to apologize?"

"Puff——" Wang Zexiu's chest suddenly bulged, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spray out, splashing like a spray.

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Everyone was shocked, and many people were stunned. They looked at Yang Fan as if he was looking at a monster. This kid was obviously an ordinary person with no cultivation, but he relied on his eloquence to make Wang Zexiu, a three-level innate strongman, spit blood on the spot. What kind of terrible power is this?

For them, this scene was definitely the only one they had ever seen in their lives.

In the back, Liu Jingyu and Li Shuran exclaimed, their faces pale.

Lin Shuhao looked at Yang Fan, who seemed to be indifferent, with a tremor, and found that he still underestimated the power of this boy's tongue. Could it be that this boy had been lenient before?

If Yang Fan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely sneer.

Unlike many cultivators in the God Realm who believe that all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers in the face of absolute strength, in Yang Fan's view, no matter how powerful the strength is, it is useless in the face of absolute mouth cannon.

Thinking back to the time when he, Brahma Demon, was roaming the God Realm and had a glorious record of using his mouth to kill a powerful God Emperor, compared to that, what was the point of making a congenital strongman spit blood?

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Zexiu suddenly calmed down, and his calmness was a bit weird. There was no joy or sadness in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have discarded his identity as a human and became a weapon.

A sword.

"Yingying!"

The long sword with a green sheath slung around Wang Zexiu's waist suddenly trembled, as if it was about to fly out of the sheath by itself.

At the same time, the aura on Wang Zexiu's body also changed, ruthless and desireless, and sharp.