Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

"this……"

Wantong saw the ghost king he had worked so hard to train being beaten away by Jiang Beixuan with a punch, and he suddenly felt a twitch in his heart.

If Jean Wantong encountered this ghost king, there would be no chance of escape. However, such a powerful ghost king could not survive even one punch from Jiang Beixuan.

Jiang Beixuan looked at the stunned Wantong and sneered, and said fearlessly

"Do you have any other ghost kings? Let's release them together. This one is simply not enough for me to kill."

There was no emotion in Jiang Beixuan's words, but when Wantong heard it, he seemed to feel Jiang Beixuan's endless humiliation and said through gritted teeth.

"Are you so easy to train as a ghost king? Although I am not your opponent, I am not convinced. Go ahead and kill me. Even if I become a ghost after death, you will not let me go."

Wantong said with a vicious expression on his face, as if he had some deep hatred with Jiang Beixuan.

Jiang Beixuan looked at Wantong's face and shook his head regretfully, thinking to himself.

"First, your son robbed me of my magic weapon. After I gave him a brief lesson, you wanted to kill me to vent your anger on your son. I have been forced to resist, but why are you still looking angry? I think it’s me who’s angry, right?"

Wan Tong was stunned for a moment after hearing Jiang Beixuan's words. He carefully recalled all the things that had happened before and found that it was indeed what Jiang Beixuan said.

If it weren't for the greed of him and his son Wanda Mao, how could he have offended Jiang Beixuan? In the final analysis, it was just their greed that caused trouble.

Jiang Beixuan looked at Wantong who was deep in thought without disturbing him. When the anger on Wantong's face gradually faded, Jiang Beixuan knew that Wantong had figured it out.

But the anger that had just subsided reappeared again. Looking at Wantong's face, this time there were no distracting thoughts in Wantong's heart, only hatred for Jiang Beixuan

"So what if we brought it on ourselves? I am the majestic leader of the Wanfa Sect. A little person like you should be stepped on by me. Why do you resist?"

Jiang Beixuan knew that Wantong had reached the end of the road, and his mind became confused. Originally, Jiang Beixuan wanted to leave a way for Wantong to survive, but he did not expect that Wantong himself had blocked this road.

Jiang Beixuan shook his head regretfully, He said slowly to Wantong, who was already going crazy.

"Just because I am stronger than you, I originally wanted to leave a way for you to survive, as long as you sincerely repented, but now it seems that repentance is just a luxury wish for you. In this case, I have to send you on your way."

After Jiang Beixuan finished speaking, a trace of astonishment flashed across Wantong's face. He didn't expect Jiang Beixuan to have considered letting him go, but it's too late now.

Since he has completely offended Jiang Beixuan, he might as well risk his life. , maybe he can still find a way out.

Although Wantong has lost the magic weapon he has been using, after all, Wanfa Sect has a profound foundation and left some high-level magic weapons from before, so he will not fight Jiang Beixuan with bare hands at this time. Fighting.

Wantong slowly took off a sword from the early stage of the Holy King from his back. This was already the highest level magic weapon he could find. Even so, it was still far from the magic weapon he had used before..