635 Zhang Xiaohous Disguise (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

”Hey, idiot, don't tell me you still know how to say your last words? Tell him to extinguish his fire now, or you'll be dead soon!” snapped Hong Jun.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Hong Jun put the sharp dagger closer to Zhang Xiaohou's throat. It almost sliced into his artery.

Su Xiaoluo's eyes became bloodshot upon seeing this. She looked at Mo Fan with a pleading gaze, hoping that Mo Fan would not abandon Zhang Xiaohou like that.

However, Mo Fan did not stop attacking. The flames erupted from his body like a volcano, as he threw the terrifying meteorite fist forward!

”Damn it, how dare you ignore me!” Hong Jun's face contorted.

He pulled the dagger with all his strength, slicing at Zhang Xiaohou's throat. He wanted to let Mo Fan know the consequences of underestimating him. Everyone who looked down on him must die!

If it weren't because he kept feeling a pair of eyes watching him all the time, he would have killed this idiot who kept sticking close to Su Xiaoluo. He would not have waited until today.

The dagger swept past. Its momentum could easily slice one's throat open, the guy had no intention to show any mercy...

However, the fresh blood that was supposed to jet out did not appear. The truth was, the dagger had only sliced across the air. There was no sensation of the dagger stabbing into someone's flesh!

The furious Hong Jun could only see a flicker before him, followed by a surging gust. Zhang Xiaohou had already disappeared, and he sensed a great chill from behind.

”You're a hopeless dumb ass, the Black Vatican is full of assholes, yet you're still willing to be their slave. You who colluded with demon creatures are not worthy to be called a Magician!” Zhang Xiaohou's voice came from behind him.

Hong Jun felt a chill down his spine. He fiercely stabbed the dagger backwards, yet it only caught the afterimage of Zhang Xiaohou's movement.

Zhang Xiaohou was already two meters away. His eyes were lively and aware.

Raising his hand, a strong wind suddenly blew in front of Zhang Xiaohou. The rapid gust immediately turned into a tornado sweeping forward.

Hong Jun had no time to react. The wind tossed him into the air.

The wind grew stronger, lifting Hong Jun higher up into the sky. His figure was as tiny as a stalk of grass. Under Zhang Xiaohou's control, the tornado continued to rise higher, drawing the raindrops nearby into it.

”Don't kill...” Su Xiaoluo was just about to beg for mercy for Hong Jun's sake.

However, the wind suddenly turned sharp like sabers, sweeping past Hong Jun's body, amputating him continuously before he turned into a blood mist.

”I can promise you anything, but I will never spare the life of someone from the Black Vatican!” Zhang Xiaohou said to Su Xiaoluo expressionlessly.

The blood rain poured down, falling behind Zhang Xiaohou, who was quite somber. Su Xiaoluo glanced at him in astonishment, feeling that he was now a different person.

Meanwhile, the meteorite split into nine fiery dragons, devouring the female deacon of the Black Vatican.

The woman screamed in pain, trying to beg for mercy. However, Mo Fan's intent to kill was as determined as Zhang Xiaohou's. When he recalled that all of Bo City was treated as a mere test run by the Black Vatican, Mo Fan felt the urge to throw a few more punches at the woman's corpse.

Little Flame Belle left Mo Fan's body and landed nimbly on his shoulder.

Mo Fan turned his head sideways. His cold face finally wore a smile, ”You did a good job today.”