Surprise! This son of God is actually a villain

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Nan Fu's mind raced. This insignificant little person could be easily dealt with by anyone sent by the Nan family.

An anxious light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a stiff face: "Son of God, I am an elder after all. You can't treat me like this!"

Nan Xunran frowned slightly, and his figure instantly moved in front of Nan Fu.

Nan Fu was terrified, and his feet retreated repeatedly.

In front of him, a bone umbrella appeared in Nan Xunran's hand at some point.

He raised his hand gently, his movements were elegant and calm, but contained a deadly threat.

In an instant, the temperature around dropped sharply, and the frost spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing Nan Fu in place in an instant, unable to move, and his expression was frozen in extreme fear.

Then, Nan Xunran shook his wrist lightly, and the bone umbrella was thrown out. Many sharp blades burst out from the umbrella bones and rotated rapidly in the air.

The sharp blades flashed with cold light, carrying a cold murderous intent and attacked Nan Fu's neck.

Nan Fu's eyes were full of fear. He tried desperately to break free from the cold bondage, but found that he was so small in front of Nan Xunran and had no power to resist.

With a muffled "puff", the head had fallen to the ground, and blood splashed on the ground, like a blooming flower of death.

The bone umbrella flew back to Nan Xunran's hand by itself, still spotless, without any blood.

Nan Xunran turned around and walked out of the hall steadily.

Everyone still stood outside the hall respectfully, lowering their heads, not even daring to breathe.

Nan Xunran turned his gaze to a white-haired old man and slowly said, "Fourth Worshiper."

The Fourth Worshiper's heart trembled, and he keenly felt that Nan Fu's breath had disappeared.

His body trembled involuntarily, and then he bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Lord Son of God, I will re-arrange the head of our lineage."

He knew Nan Fu's asshole in his heart.

When the head of the family was selected, Nan Fu used all means to achieve his goal and hired assassins to kill several other candidates, causing them to die tragically. In the end, only he, the person with the lowest cultivation, was left alive.

He might be able to turn a blind eye to the murder of others, but murdering his own family was absolutely intolerable!

If all the candidates had not died, Nan Fu would never have been able to take the position of head of the family.

Nan Xunran nodded slightly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He said nothing more and turned away.

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Bian'an Hall

Yao Nian casually played with the short knife in her hand. The blade turned flexibly between her slender fingers, flashing cold light.

In front of her, the man lowered his head and looked nervous.

The man stammered: "My lord..." The voice was weak and timid, with undisguised fear.

Yao Nian frowned, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he said sternly: "Speak directly, don't hesitate!"

"... Nan Fu is dead, the spell I set on him is invalid, and his life breath has disappeared." The man said tremblingly.

Hearing this, the breath around Yao Nian suddenly burst out, she stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "What?!"

The powerful momentum oppressed the man and made him spit blood instantly.

The man begged for mercy in fear: "Calm down...Calm down, sir."

Yao Nian's eyes widened with anger, his eyes were about to burst, "Who is it, who is it!"

"It's me." A voice sounded clearly.

A figure appeared quietly in the hall, without a sound.

Both of them were shocked. They didn't even notice when this person came, nor could they feel his breath at all.

Yao Nian calmed down, looked carefully, and showed a look of surprise on his face: "The Godson of the Nan Family?!"

Nan Xunran walked closer step by step, and said slowly: "Master Yao, Nan Fu has been eliminated, and you don't seem to be pleased."

Yao Nian laughed softly, took a few steps forward, and quickly approached him, with a bit of madness in her eyes, "Happy, how can I not be happy!"

Nan Xunran didn't move at all.

The short knife in Yao Nian's hand instantly pressed against Nan Xunran's chest, and the blade gently scratched, "How can I thank you?"

After speaking, her eyes were fierce, and her hands suddenly exerted force.

At this moment, a strong pressure suddenly came down, and Yao Nian's legs softened instantly, and she fell to the ground, her knees hitting the ground heavily, and the knife in her hand fell with a "clang".

Nan Xunran looked down at her with indifferent expression, as if he was looking down at an insignificant ant.

Yao Nian gritted her teeth, propped up her body, and tried to stand up.

But then he collapsed powerlessly.

She said angrily: "Nan Xunran! How did you know about the hatred between me and Nan Fu!"

Nan Xunran said calmly: "It's not difficult to know."

Yao Nian's face was livid, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hysterically: "I have worked so hard for so long just to be able to take revenge with my own hands! If you kill him, how can I take revenge with my own hands!"

Nan Xunran raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled: "Then go to the Yellow Spring Road to find him."

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ps: Should I focus on describing the battle scene in the next chapter?

I saw that some people said that the battles I wrote were lacking. When I first wrote them, there were a lot of battles, and no one liked to read them, so I deleted a lot. Now I am said to be monotonous (╥ω╥`)