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With this shocking battle that attracted worldwide attention, it was staged inside the Kyoto Hotel.

It affects everyone's nerves all the time. Zhao Mingyu, who was standing in the distance, saw this.

His face was also gloomy and terrifying, and he understood that his father was now old.

The other party was two against one, and it was obvious that they could not win with force, so a cold light flashed in Zhao Mingyu's eyes.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was not only related to his father's honor, but also related to the reputation of the entire family.

So Zhao Mingyu quietly observed the battle on the field, seeming to be waiting for the best opportunity.

Just when the battle entered a fierce stage and both sides were trying their best, Zhao Mingyu suddenly moved.

Like a cheetah, he approached the center of the battle quietly and with lightning speed.

The goal is clear, which is to interrupt Yang Fan and Li Hao's battle and give his father a chance to counterattack.

His figure was like a ghost, quickly shuttling between the two sides of the battle, looking for the best opportunity to attack.

Just when Yang Fan and the two were about to join forces and deliver a fatal blow to Zhao Yunfei, Zhao Mingyu took action.

His movements were swift and precise, like a sharp sword, piercing directly into his opponent's weak point.

His attack was both ruthless and clever, completely catching Yang Fan and Li Hao off guard.

However, unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyu's wishful thinking did not seem to succeed.

Just when his attack was about to succeed, Yang Fan suddenly made an extremely thrilling counterattack.

With his keen combat intuition, he instantly judged Zhao Mingyu's attack trajectory.

Then with an extremely exaggerated movement, he cleverly avoided Zhao Mingyu's attack and caught his flaw.

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and then he suddenly exerted force and subdued Zhao Mingyu in an instant.

His movements were clean and neat, leaving Zhao Mingyu no chance to resist.

The look of horror and disbelief in Zhao Mingyu's eyes was gradually replaced by pain and despair.

He could never imagine that his attack could be broken so easily by Yang Fan.

When Li Hao saw this scene, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he was deeply impressed by Yang Fan's fighting skills and reaction ability.

Then he quickly adjusted his state and prepared for the next battle.

Yang Fan looked at Zhao Mingyu coldly, with an unknown sneer on his lips.

He didn't intend to stop there, he wanted Zhao Mingyu to pay the due price.

Yang Fan's eyes were as fierce as a beast's, and he picked up the long sword that was shining with cold light on the ground.

Without hesitation, he stabbed the opponent in the throat. Zhao Mingyu's eyes widened in horror.

He wanted to struggle, but Yang Fan's strength was too great. He seemed to be tightly locked by iron pliers, unable to move.

"Yang Fan, how dare you!"

Zhao Mingyu's father, Zhao Yunfei, saw this scene and shouted anxiously.

He rushed towards Yang Fan desperately and wanted to stop the other party's behavior.

However, Yang Fan was too fast, and his sword was like lightning, instantly piercing Zhao Mingyu's throat.

Zhao Mingyu's body froze, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.

Finally, his body slowly fell, and blood poured out of his throat, staining the ground red.

Zhao Yunfei widened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him. His heart was filled with grief and anger.

He raised his hand and was about to attack Yang Fan. However, Li Hao stepped forward and blocked Yang Fan.

"Zhao Yunfei"

"If you want revenge, come at me."

Li Hao's voice was cold and his eyes were firm, staring at Zhao Yunfei without fear.

Zhao Yunfei looked at Li Hao, his eyes full of pain and struggle.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a terrifying aura came from outside the hotel.

"It was also accompanied by a roar."

"You are such an ant"

"How dare you come to the Grand Hotel in Kyoto and kill my grandson, Zhao Jinhe? Are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Zhao family?"

"As soon as the visitor finished speaking, before everyone even had time to react, there was an old and turbid figure."

"Suddenly appearing between Zhao Yunfei and Li Hao, an old man with white hair came into view."

His eyes were deep, his face was serious, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

Yang Fan and Li Hao were both stunned. They looked at the mysterious old man in front of them.

A trace of awe and fear flashed unconsciously in his eyes, just because the other party's aura was too powerful.

The old man stood in the banquet hall, as calm as a stone sculpture. His eyes were like lightning, shooting out cold rays.

It's hard to look directly at him, his aura is unfathomable, like a vast ocean, vast and boundless.

Every time he spoke, it was a force that destroyed the heaven and earth, as if it could tear apart the void and shake the nine heavens.

His martial arts prowess was so terrifying that the people present were simply amazed.

With the appearance of the old man, the whole scene instantly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the old man's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

He scanned the crowd, as if he could see through people's hearts, and finally set his sights on Yang Fan.

"That's right! This old man is none other than Zhao Jinhe, the ancestor of the Zhao family who is regarded as a god by the Chinese nation."

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"Seeing that this incident has alarmed Zhao Jinhe, everyone is paying attention."

"I couldn't help but show a look of fear. After all, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree."

"The other party, as a myth of Chinese martial arts, has not appeared in public for decades."

"Coming to the Kyoto Hotel in person now, it is enough to prove that Yang Fan's life is probably over today!"

"Just when everyone was staring at Zhao Jinhe."

"Yang Fan suddenly said something shocking"

"Zhao Jinhe,"

"Your grandson's death was caused by himself."

"Actually, I can't blame anyone else for this. If I want to blame him, I can only blame Zhao Yunfei for not being a godfather."

"Yang Fan said coldly, still holding the sword tightly in his hand, blood dripping along the blade."

"There was no fear in his eyes, just indifference and determination."

"Zhao Jinhe's eyes fell on Yang Fan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes."

"I didn't expect this young man to dare to face his anger so directly."

"His aura instantly became more terrifying, like a beast about to explode."

"very good,"

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"Zhao Jinhe's voice was low and powerful. When he took one step, the ground seemed to shake."

"His eyes were like lightning. He looked directly at Yang Fan, and an invisible pressure enveloped him."

"Yang Fan's body tensed up instantly, and he could feel Zhao Jinhe's terrifying aura,"

But he did not flinch, and instead met Zhao Jinhe's gaze. Their eyes collided in the air, sparks flying.

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly broke in, breaking the deadlock between the two.

"Senior Zhao,"

"This is because you, the Zhao family, were rude first, so Yang Fan is really not to blame for Zhao Mingyu's death."

"As a martial arts legend with a world-famous reputation in China, shouldn't you deal with it impartially?"

"You shouldn't practice favoritism and use your power to suppress others, otherwise it may be difficult to silence Youyou!"

"While we were talking, I saw a middle-aged man walking out,"

"His eyes were firm and there was a hint of indifference on his face. He looked at Zhao Jinhe and his tone was full of firmness."

"Zhao Jinhe turned his eyes to the middle-aged man, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes."

"He didn't expect that Xuanyuan Hao would dare to stand up and help Yang Fan speak at this time."

"As a result, I couldn't help but frown slightly, and a somewhat unclear glare flashed in my eyes unconsciously."