"Little thief, you dare!"

Han Wentian became furious when he saw that his grandson had been defeated by a Mahayana monk and was captured alive.

The golden crown worn on his head flew out, and his white hair kept flying, like a lion dominating the world.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xue Fengyin fell into his control, his face full of gloomy: "So, you are the friend of this witch. It seems that everything you said is just a mess, right? Let my grandson go quickly, otherwise I will beat her to death!"

As an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, Han Wentian will definitely not be so easily suppressed by Qin Fei. Instead, he grabbed Xue Fengyin and wanted to exchange his grandson with Qin Fei.

"Qin Fei, don't worry about me, go quickly!"

Xue Fengyin also knew how huge the Han family was. Qin Fei was alone and was no match for the Han family. If he continued to delay, the Han family's masters would have no way to die once they arrived.

"Sister Xue, since God has arranged for us to meet here, I think it must be fate. If you die, there will naturally be someone to be buried with you!" Qin Fei looked at Xue Fengyin faintly and suddenly pressed his arm down.

Click...

ah....

A white sword light flashed, and one of Han Zijian's arm fell off.

Compared with Han Zijian who was injured by the Heavenly Dao Honghuang Order, Qin Fei was not seriously injured. He had long refined the Black Turtle Seal into a natal magic weapon, so he could naturally control it as he pleased.

The intentional weakness made Han Zijian's sword energy shot him. In fact, the Black Turtle Seal blocked all the attacks and suffered skin injuries.

However, the attributes of the Heavenly Dao Zhuanghuang Order are so fierce that even the Duanmu brothers in the middle stage of ascension can be injured, let alone Han Zijian.

At this moment, Han Zijian's spiritual power was extremely chaotic and he became like a useless person.

Without any defense, how could it be Qin Fei's opponent?

Bang....

Blood splashed, and a complete arm fell to the ground. Han Zijian's face was so painful that he twisted and deformed: "Grandpa... save me... I don't want to be disabled..."

"Boy..."

Han Wentian didn't want to compromise. If he just let Qin Fei go, he would be too shameless. His face was gloomy, and a powerful spiritual energy condensed in the palm of his palm, ready to give Xue Fengyin a fatal blow at any time.

Now that things are hard to get rid of the tiger, Qin Fei is even more unlikely to give in. He can only bet in Han Wentian's heart that his grandson's life is even more important.

A large amount of sword energy condensed again and said coldly: "The next time, it will be his head. Three numbers, let people go. Three... two..."

"Grandpa...Save me!"

Han Zijian was so scared that he trembled all over. Even though the Han family had natural treasures and could help him reshape his body, his cultivation level was definitely greatly reduced, and he would even have no hope of further development in his life.

Moreover, Qin Fei is obviously a lunatic, and he might really be able to smash his head.

"Enough!"

Han Wentian shouted and stared at Qin Fei: "You make a big fuss about my Han family today. I, Han Wentian, will definitely kill you with my own hands. However, I can't take my grandson's life. Today, I will let you leave first, and I will resolve the remaining grudges myself!"

After Han Wentian finished speaking, he pushed with one hand and Xue Fengyin flew towards Qin Fei.

Qin Fei didn't dare to let go of Han Zijian, which was his biggest trump card. He could only ask quickly: "Sister Xue, how about it, can you act?"

"Okay, what about you?" Xue Fengyin staggered a few steps before stabilizing his body and said.

"Don't worry about me, find a safe place first, I will contact you then!" Qin Fei said in a voice transmission manner.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Xue Fengyin nodded and immediately turned into a light and flew out of the square. She knew that her cultivation level could only be considered garbage in the eyes of the masters of the Han family, and staying there would also add trouble to Qin Fei.

Protect yourself first, and then wait for Qin Fei to contact him.

"Okay, it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

Han Wentian saw that the snow wind had already flown away. In fact, there were already guards from the Mahayana period chasing him in secret. However, he looked like he knew nothing and said in a deep voice: "Let me go, otherwise you can't afford the consequences!"

"It's okay to let someone go, but I have to ensure my safety first. Within half an hour, if someone in your Han family catches up, I will let him lose his soul!"

After saying that, Qin Fei spread a pair of slightly transparent wings, like cicada wings. He believed that with the blessing of the Wind Thunder God Wing, he would be able to escape from the Han family's pursuit for half an hour.

"Wait, how can I trust you and not kill my grandson?"

Han Wentian asked while secretly thinking about how to deal with it. With his cultivation level, he could achieve short-distance teleportation. Even if Qin Fei flew for half an hour first, he should be able to catch up.

"What do you think you should do?" Qin Fei did not rush to fly away. He knew that if Han Wentian disagreed, he really couldn't live without the Han family.

"I inject a soul mark into my grandson. I want to make sure that he will still be alive after half an hour. Otherwise, even if a grandson is sacrificed, I will kill you on the spot!" Han Wentian said firmly.

"good!"

Qin Fei could only agree, feeling that Han Wentian could not play any tricks injected with a soul mark. Under Han Wentian's huge momentum, Qin Fei was still a little nervous.

I even forgot that the ascension master can teleport without being restricted by space at all.

Han Wentian also guessed that Qin Fei didn't know this, so he deliberately said that he injected a soul mark, which was actually a tracking mark. Even if Qin Fei flew away for half an hour first, he could accurately find Qin Fei's location through this mark.

As Han Wentian raised his hand with one hand, a golden mark disappeared into Han Zijian's eyebrows.

Then, Han Wentian said gloomyly: "Boy, you'd better not play tricks, otherwise, I will kill all the people around you!"

"You'd better not do such stupid things, not everyone in your Han family is my opponent!"

Qin Fei replied without any yin and sunshine before grabbing Han Zijian's neck. His figure swayed like a stream of light, and disappeared in an instant.

Many monks looked at each other. This kid not only could capture Han Zijian in the Ascension stage with his Mahayana cultivation level, but also dared to openly threaten the Han family. The most important thing is that he does have a lot of skills. With the speed of flying just now, ordinary monks in the Ascension stage may not be able to catch up.

Seeing Qin Fei disappear into a light spot, Han Wentian just sneered. Even if he flew to the ends of the earth, he could catch up with him with just a few teleports.

As long as he lets go of his grandson and wants to kill him, it is only a breeze.
Chapter completed!