The chaos in the field made Xue He frown, and he didn't expect that the Eighth Prince would become a madman who killed people on sight because he blew up his dantian.

And the people of Xuehe and the Xue family are relatively safer because they are standing near Su Fan.

"Young Master Su, don't we just leave it alone, just let him kill people like this?" Xue He asked Su Fan.

"Kill it, kill it, what's the matter with me, they don't have the ability to survive, and if they die, they will die!"

Su Fan has come this way, and he has killed a lot of people, and he has long been numb to death.

In a world where the strong are respected, the weak can only be ants.

If Su Fan has to take care of the life and death of an ant, then how many ants are there in the world, and if he takes care of them one by one, he can't be busy dying?

Su Fan is not a good person, this kind of stupid thing, just let those big fools with the heart of a bodhisattva do it.

"But Master Su, weren't you still buying people's hearts just now, why don't you care about these people now?" Xue He asked very puzzled.

"Hehe, it's right to buy people's hearts!" Su Fan sneered, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes: "But look at it, how many of these almost 200,000 people are worth buying?"

"This ......"

Xue He was stunned for a moment, and took a cursory glance at the field: "There should be almost 10,000 people!"

"Ten thousand people?" Su Fan raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "If you want me to say that there are not even ten thousand people, the Soul Monarch and below are all useless waste!

Su Fan's voice was not loud, but Xue He and several members of the Xue family who were closer to him could all hear it.

The Soul King is all waste?

They looked at Su Fan's indifferent expression, and their hearts couldn't help twitching, however, this was not what surprised them the most, because then Su Fan said another word.

"If it weren't for the fact that the starting point of this kingdom was too low, the Soul Monarch would have become a first-class master in the name, and I even felt that the Soul Monarch was a waste!

Kingdom starting too low?

Soul Monarchs are all waste?

Can only be used?

Xue He and these monks of the Xue family were speechless in surprise, that is, Su Fan dared to say this, if they were to say this to them in another way, they would definitely beat each other up in the first place!

Soul Monarch Realm cultivators, although they are not very popular among other big countries, at least they have a little status, but in Su Fan's mouth, they seem to have become a waste-like existence!

How can those who have been fortunate all their lives and are still struggling in the Soul Master Realm survive? It's just too shocking!

The faces of several Xue family monks were a little ugly, they were all Soul Master Realm monks, all of them were almost forty or fifty years old, according to Su Fan, they were all waste!

This kind of talk really hurts people's self-esteem, in the past, they were extremely proud of being the Snow Family outside, and no one dared to say the word "waste" in front of them.

However, today they heard it, but they had nothing to do with each other.

Because compared to Su Fan, who had only reached the Soul King Realm in his teens, these forty or fifty-year-old soul masters were indeed no different from waste.

But it also depends on who you compare with, in some remote areas, some people are only high-level souls when they die of old age, and they are more than enough to compare with these people!

Although several Xue family monks complained in their hearts about Su Fan's unauthorized classification of them into waste, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction in front of Su Fan.

Because, they all know that Su Fan is a master who is not easy to mess with, and not everyone can question it casually.

"Then Su Gongzi, according to what you say, do we only need to keep those soul monarchs?" Xue He asked.

"Of course not!" Su Fan smiled meaningfully: "We only need to leave those who are lucky and haven't been killed!"

"Huh......? Is this appropriate?"

Xue He glared and said, Su Fan's reason sounds too nonsense, he has never heard that the way to select people is calculated according to luck, isn't it all based on strength?

"I understand what you mean, you think it's a pity to let those soul monarchs die like this, but I think that if a monk doesn't have the support of atmospheric luck, even if his cultivation will become very high for a while, he won't have much success in the future!"

Su Fan explained that in terms of luck, he can be regarded as deeply aware of it, if he was not a person favored by the gods, I am afraid that he would not know where to die for a long time.

The killing of the Eighth Prince came and went quickly, and after about a quarter of an hour of frantically chasing and killing everyone, the side effects of the Eighth Prince's self-detonation of the dantian finally came!

At this time, he was like a deflated ball, not to mention his momentum, his whole body became extremely shriveled, his hair turned from black to white, and he became a gray-haired old man.

He staggered forward a few steps, and finally sat down on the ground, but even so, he was still there with a hideous face!

Around the Eighth Prince, there were rivers of blood everywhere, and a whole quarter of an hour of killing, among the 200,000 people who were killed by him and those who died indirectly because of him, there were almost more than 20,000 people!

At this scene, Xue He, who saw it, was shocked, and he led the rebels to fight desperately for a long time, but only killed one or two thousand Praetorian Guard soldiers.

Su Fan is good, just one sentence, a city lord's reward, killed nearly 20,000 people!

Looking at Su Fan himself, his expression was as flat as water at this time, as if he didn't feel any guilt at all about the death of these 20,000 people!

Su Fan's ruthlessness and thirst for killing, Xue He has always heard of it, but hearing it with his own ears and feeling it with his own ears are obviously two different things.

Now that he has finally experienced Su Fan's cruel side, this makes Xuehe, who has seen a lot of the world, feel his scalp tingle!

"What's the deal, this crazy prince is finally weak, he just ate a punch from him, and almost killed half of Lao Tzu's life!"

A Soul Monarch sixth-level monk scolded and scolded, he covered his injured arm and slowly walked towards the Eighth Prince.

"Old thing, why don't you scream again, kill again!"

The monk smiled and glared at the Eighth Prince's face, and rubbed it vigorously on the Eighth Prince's face several times, and the wrinkled old face that was rubbed straight forward was marked with an obvious shoe print.

"I'll kill, I'll kill you!"

The Eighth Prince looked like a madman, even if he was trampled under the feet of this monk, he was roaring wildly in a hoarse voice,

"Kill me, it's a pity you don't have this chance again!

The monk's face suddenly showed a murderous look, and with a swipe, he pulled out his waist knife and slashed into the throat of the eighth prince with lightning speed!

Laugh at!

A line of blood rushed out of the throat of the Eighth Prince, and the Eighth Prince's eyes struggled a few times, and finally lost his life.

(End of chapter)