Chapter 593: Death of the Eighth Prince

The chaos in the field made Xuehe frown. He didn't expect that the Eighth Prince would become a lunatic who would kill everybody outright because he blew his dantian.
But Xuehe and the Xue family are relatively safer because they are standing near Su Fan.
"Master Su, don't we just leave it alone? Let him kill people like this?" Xuehe asked Su Fan.
"Kill or kill, it's my business, they don't have the ability to survive, and they die if they die!"
When Su Fan walked along this road, he killed many people himself, and he was numb to death.
In a world where the strong are respected, the weak can only be ants.
If Su Fan had to take care of the life and death of an ant, how many ants are in the world, and if he manages all of them, he can't be busy?
Su Fan is not a good person. Just let those big fools with Bodhisattva's heart do such a foolish thing.
"But Master Su, weren't you still buying people's hearts just now, why are you ignoring these people now?" Xuehe asked very puzzled.
"Hehe, it's right to buy people's hearts!" Su Fan sneered, and a mockery flashed in his eyes: "But look, among the nearly 200,000 people, how many people are worth buying?"
"This……"
Xuehe was startled and glanced roughly at the court: "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 souls below are all useless waste! It's not worth buying from me!"
Su Fan didn't speak loudly, but Xuehe and the other Xue family members near him could all hear it.
All below the soul is waste?
Looking at Su Fan's indifferent expression, they couldn't help but twitch in their hearts. However, this was not what surprised them the most, because Su Fan said another word next.
"If it weren't for the low starting point of this kingdom, Soul Lord would be able to become a top-notch master in the name, I even think that Soul Lord is a waste! Now I can only use it!"
The starting point of the kingdom is too low?
The souls are all waste?
Can only be used?
The cultivators of Xuehe and Xue Family were surprised and speechless, that is, Su Fan dared to say that. If they were to change to say this to them, they would definitely beat each other out in the first place!
The soul monarch cultivator, although not very popular in other big countries, at least has a small status, but in Su Fan's mouth, it has become a wasteful existence!
How can those people who have been struggling in the spirit master state fortunately survive their lives? It's so shocking!
The faces of the Xue family cultivators were a little ugly. They were all Soul Master cultivators, each of them was almost forty or fifty years old. According to Su Fan, they were all too!
This kind of statement is really hurting people's self-esteem. Once, they were extremely proud of being outside of the Snow family, and no one dared to say the word "waste" in front of them.
However, today they heard it, but they have nothing to do with each other.
Because compared with Su Fan, who reached the Soul King realm when he was only a teenager, these forty or fifty-year-old soul masters are indeed no different from waste.
But it also depends on who you compare with. In some remote areas, some people are only senior souls when they are old, and they are more than enough to compare with these people!
Regarding Su Fan arbitrarily classified them as waste, although several Xue family cultivators complained, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction in front of Su Fan.
Because, they all know, Su Fan is an easy master, not everyone can question it casually.
"Then Young Master Su, according to what you said, shall we only keep those souls?" Xuehe asked.
"Of course not!" Su Fan smiled profoundly: "We only need to leave those who are lucky and have not been killed!"
"Ah? This...is this appropriate?"
Xuehe stared and said, Su Fan's reason sounded too nonsense. He had never heard that the way of selecting people was based on luck, didn't they choose people based on their strength?
"I know what you mean. You think it would be a shame to let those soul lords die like this, but I feel that if a monk does not have the support of great luck, his cultivation level will become very high even for a while. There won't be much achievement!"
Su Fan explained that in terms of luck, he can be regarded as having a deep understanding. If he himself was not a person blessed by the gods, he would have never known where he died.
The killing of the Eighth Prince came and went quickly. After about a quarter of an hour after the crazy pursuit of everyone, the side effect of the Eighth Prince's self-destruction of Dantian finally came!
At this moment, he was like a deflated ball, his aura plummeted, not to mention, his entire body became extremely dry, his hair turned from black to white, and he became a gray-haired old man.
He staggered forward and ran a few steps, and finally sat down on the ground, but even so, he still shouted and screamed with a grim face!
Around the Eighth Prince, there was blood flowing everywhere, killing for a quarter of an hour. Among the 200,000 people killed by him and indirectly because of him, there were almost 20,000 people!
Seeing this situation, Xuehe was shocked. He led the rebels to fight hard for a long time, but only killed ten to twenty thousand soldiers of the Imperial Guard.
Su Fan is good, just a word, the reward of a city lord killed nearly 20,000 people!
Looking at Su Fan himself, his expression was as plain as water at this time, as if he didn't feel any guilt at all for the death of these two thousand people!
Xuehe has always heard of Su Fan's coldness and bloodthirsty, but hearing it personally and feeling it personally are obviously two different things.
Now he finally experienced the cruel side of Su Fan personally. This made Xuehe, who had seen a lot of great influence, felt his scalp numb!
"What's so special, this madman prince is finally weakened. Just now he took him a punch and almost killed Laozi half his life!"
A cultivator of the sixth level of the Soul Lord said cursingly, clutching his injured arm, he slowly walked towards the Eighth Prince.
"Old thing, call it again, kill it again!"
The monk glared at the eighth prince's face with a grinning grin, and rubbed it several times on the face of the eighth prince. The wrinkled old face that was rubbed directly printed an obvious shoe mark.
"I kill, I want to kill you!"
The Eighth Prince looks like a madman, even if he is stepped on by this monk, he is still yelling frantically with a hoarse voice,
"Kill me? It's a pity you don't have this chance again! Give me death!"
The monk suddenly showed a murderous look on his face, and with a brush, he pulled out his waist knife and cut into the throat of the Eighth Prince with a thunderous force!
laugh!
A blood line flew out from the throat of the eighth prince. The eighth prince fluttered his eyes and struggled a few times, and finally lost his breath.
(End of this chapter)