C43 (1/2)

”Who is it!?” How dare you touch my things!? ” Chen Fan's expression was extremely sinister, for the sake of the treasures in the cold pond, he had spent countless of human and material resources, and did not hesitate to suppress his cultivation. For the sake of this day, who would have thought that someone would take the treasures away before him, how could he not be angry!

”If you dare to touch my things, no matter who it is, I will kill you without a burial ground!”

As soon as Fang Xing arrived at the summit, he saw a familiar figure standing in the middle of the cold pond, wielding a cold and oppressive longsword in her hand.

”Otherwise what?” Last time, he was already able to fight evenly with his opponent when he was at the sixth level of the Blood Burning Realm. Now that his strength had increased several times, how could he be afraid of his opponent?

”Otherwise, today next year will be the day of your death!” Chen Fan said with a bone-chilling tone.

However, when he heard this, not only was Yang Xie not afraid, he sighed and said, ”It's more like that, why does someone keep saying these kinds of words? Could it be that the person who is speaking thinks that victory is in his hands?”

Yang Xie flicked his finger lightly, causing the sword to release a buzzing sound. He continued: ”Could it be that you don't know that this world has a type of treasure that only fated people can obtain? Since this sword is ownerless, it will naturally belong to me if I obtain it. Yet, you actually let me give it up.

”I don't know what 'only those who are fated will know'. I only believe that after I kill the fated one, the item will be mine.” Chen Fan said coldly.

”What a good 'Killing a fated person is my thing'.” Yang Xie glanced at Chen Fan, and said: ”Then do you know what logic I believe in?”

”What?” Chen Fan said.

”The principle that I believe in is' my things cannot be stolen by others! '” He wouldn't be able to take it away either! What I want, even if it's someone else's, I'll still try my best to snatch it away! ' Yang Xie waved his sword, pointing straight at Chen Fan: ”Coincidentally, this sword is mine!”