Female Novel
Chapter 1791
"The seven of them wish to stop us? Aren't they too naive?”
The middle-aged woman who was a fifthgrade ultimate god-level fighter gave a cold smile when shesaw that only seven people were left behind. In a flash, she rushed toward Fane. "Looks like yourcultivation level is pretty high, brat. Let me test you out a bit today!"
"Charge!”
Fane waved his hand and rushed forward without an ounce of fear toward the middle-aged woman.
"You dare to counter me yourself?"
The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with appraisal when she saw that Fane had such a goodfighting spirit. From her perspective, Fane was a third-grade ultimate god-level fighter at most. Itwas so easy that he did not pose any worries for her.
"No, wait. His speed—it’s so fast!"
However, the next second, Fane was already right before her. His speed shocked the woman somuch that her face immediately darkened.
When she saw that the Chi on Fane's fist rippled in thick gold color, the middle-aged woman wasslightly taken aback. "You're actually a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter? How can this be?Unless you’re from the Nine Armies?"novelbin
The middle-aged woman heaved an internal sigh of relief after she discerned Fane's cultivationlevel. Although the brat's speed was extremely fast, as though she was going against a fighter whowas at the eighth-grade ultimate god-level, she realized that the brat's cultivation level did not matchhers after a closer look.
Bang!
The two’s fists immediately clashed after the middle-aged woman's voice rang out.
"No way. How is he stronger than me?”
The middle-aged woman did not even see him as an opponent, but he changed her mind and hereyes went wide. Fane's strength allowed her to suddenly sensed the shocking difference in strengthbetween them.
The fighting power of the brat before her was indeed about the same level as an eighth-gradeultimate god-level fighter.
She found it hard to believe that someone who was a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter coulddemonstrate such power.
Just as the woman’s eyes grew in shock, the sound of a cracking bone suddenly came from herarm. The next second, she flew out as though she were a kite with a broken string. She spat amouthful of blood and landed heavily on the ground. She kept coughing up blood and could noteven pull herself up.
A single punch from Fane caused such heavy injuries to a fighter at the fifth-grade ultimate god-level that she even lost her fighting power.
The woman looked at the other disciples from her clan. Each of them was being killed by theirenemies and was falling from the sky, one by one. They were absolutely no match for theiropponents.
"No way. How can they have so many people who are at the third-grade ultimate god-level? Noway! It must be the Nine Armies. That damned Nine Armies-how dare they send people to helpthem secretly!"
The middle-aged woman did not dare to believe in this reality. In the end, she could only witness thedisciples that came over with her being killed by the seven people before her.
“Please-please spare my life!"
Fane flew before the middle-aged woman. She was looking at him with a pleading expression asshe lay weakly on the ground.