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The body's increase in size did indeed reduce one's flexibility.
Xiao Fan levelled up by a small realm, increasing his strength by a huge amount.
Adding on the sword in his hand that was filled with destruction and slaughter, it would be hard for him not to lose.
After his arm was chopped off by Xiao Fan, he was attacked by destructive power. He Xing knew that he was severely injured.
If he continued to fight with Xiao Fan in his current state, the one who would be killed would definitely be him.
Once upon a time, as the vice sect master of the Divine Sect, he was respected by tens of thousands of people.
But today, he was under great threat. The threat of death.
Now he was the meat of the chopping block, cut and cut.
He Heshen could never have imagined that such a miserable ending would appear on his body.
To him, a grand character who had lived for countless years, being beheaded by a member of the younger generation was a very tragic fate.
However, the junior in front of him was too terrifying, as he chased after Ao Wuhen.
In time, no one would be able to stop him.
"Heshen, I respect you as a senior. I, Xiao Fan, will give you a respectable death, a glorious death!" Xiao Fan's expression was cold as he looked at He Shen, the Sword of Heaven in his hand disappearing as he waved his golden fists towards him.
He Shen's pair of eyes flashed fiercely. Even though he had lost an arm, even though he knew that he was no match for Xiao Fan, he still wanted to retaliate.
Just as Xiao Fan had said, she wanted to give him a decent death.
As the vice sect master of the Divine Sect, he was also a great figure. Even if he wanted to die, he had to die in the process of charging, instead of being killed obediently by Xiao Fan.
He Shen's entire body flickered with light, the Spirit Qi in his body converged, and he released his last attack, his fist striking towards Xiao Fan.
However, He Shen, who was severely injured, was simply not a match for Xiao Fan who was at his peak condition.
The two fists clashed, and Xiao Fan's fist was so powerful that it tore apart everything in its path, as though it was made of rotten wood.
Wave after wave of attacks instantly flew out from Xiao Fan's fist, like a surging wave, the dense fist imprints struck onto He Shen's body.
He Shen's entire body was smashed into pieces, all the bones and meridians in his body were completely destroyed by Xiao Fan, as he laid on the ground, breathing his last.
"Death is finally coming!" A trace of a smile appeared on He Heshen's face. Scenes of how he once struggled to get up appeared in his mind.
Once upon a time, a hot-blooded youth without any status was born. In order to pursue the supreme dao, he worked hard to cultivate day after day, year after year.
The Heavens did not disappoint those who were willing to do their best. In the end, their hard work had still paid off.
A person who had nothing at all would become a powerful figure, receiving a respectable status.
Remembering the past, Heshen forgets the death, forgets the pain, only once strives for the strong happiness.
However, all things in the world have a moment at the end.
At this moment, his end had arrived, and the glory of his life had come to an end.
"Xiao Fan, don't be complacent, what I will do today, will be your future!" He Shen woke up from his reminiscing and said softly to Xiao Fan weakly.
He was going to die today, that could not be changed.
However, the outcome of today, would also become the result of Xiao Fan's future.
He knew very well that if Ao Wuhen wanted Xiao Fan to die, on the road to becoming a hero, there would definitely not be anyone who could compare to him.
Furthermore, Xiao Fan had killed Ao Wutian, so Ao Wuhen would definitely not let him off.
One day, when Ao Wuhen was completely enraged, it would be the end of Xiao Fan.
"You don't have to worry about this. In the near future, I will send Ao Wuhen and the entire Divine Sect down there so that you can meet again in another world!"
Xiao Fan revealed a fierce light, he raised his hand and waved it, and a punch descended.
The result of He Heshen today was definitely not his.
The future was something that he had to write himself. Ao Wuhen was destined to die, and the Divine Sect was destined to perish.
Once He Shen died, Xiao Fan immediately took his leave to join the other fights.
"Heshen is dead!"
Zhao Hai pushed Jiang Jingyuan back with one palm, and his face changed as he looked at Xiao Fan who had appeared.
Previously, when He Heshen and Xiao Fan were fighting, the situation was extremely intense.
Right now, Xiao Fan had already changed his direction to the other battlefields, it could only be said that He Shen had already been killed, so Xiao Fan had time to turn around and leave.
Furthermore, its methods were extremely terrifying. A large area of a Tenth Order expert's life would be lost if it was casually killed.
At that moment, all of the s who were rushing over from the Divine Sect were being surrounded, and were unable to move to stop Xiao Fan's massacre.
"Hahaha, Zhao Hai, do you see that? This is my son-in-law. Even if He Heshen died, you still wouldn't be able to escape calamity!" Jiang Jingyuan laughed out loud in excitement.
Xiao Fan had finally dealt with He Shen, and their side now had an expert on the level of a half-step God Realm. The Divine Sect's defeat had already been decided.
"Jiang Jingyuan, don't get happy too early. I, Zhao Hai, am not someone He Heshen can compare to!" Zhao Hai's old face twitched. He could not contain his anger at Jiang Jingyuan's words.