Chapter 3467: Pitting His Son

y is cooperating with the Dong family of the imperial capital to clean up Ye Bufan's remnants. You people only have two choices."Either you surrender to our family, or you die.Wutianxi said: "Mr. Ye c..."Uh!"

Everyone present was speechless, especially Pan Geng himself, who looked utterly shocked.

Just now, he used that curse technique, a secret method not passed down. Generally speaking, even a Great Luo Immortal could hold it in place, so why did it fail on him

No matter what, he couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of him.

Not only Ye Bufan, but also the three women acted as if nothing had happened. The gray aura on their bodies had completely disappeared.

How could he possibly know that Ye Bufan had a spirit-refining bottle in his possession This thing was absolutely the nemesis of dark energy, effortlessly absorbing all the curse power.

Ye Bufan looked at him with a faint smile: "Come on, show me what else you've got!"

“Boy, this old man won't believe he can't subdue you!”

Pan Geng was completely enraged, and once again raised the crystal staff in his hand.

Bitting his tongue, a spurt of blood spurted onto the crystal ball.

Then, wave after wave of black qi roared out. Once outside, it rapidly expanded, like monstrous black pythons, menacingly charging towards the four people.

Ye Bufan still stood there quietly, allowing those black qi to entwine him tightly.

Xiaqing and the others were also like this, seemingly without time to react before being enveloped by the black qi.

"Kid, this time I see you being arrogant again!"

Pan Geng seemed to be extremely confident in this technique of his. After succeeding, he looked very pleased with himself.

He waved his hand, and several subordinates immediately rushed forward to save the thin young man.

"Son, this time I'm absolutely confident. Go and avenge me. Even if you cut them a thousand times or ten thousand times, you won't even touch a single finger!"

"Okay!"

Though severely wounded, the lean youth was driven by a burning desire for revenge. He limped towards his target, a blade clutched tightly in his hand.

"Hey kid, if you've got the guts, come hit me again this time…"

This guy really has a habit of talking too much. Before he does anything, he always wants to say a few words and vent his frustrations.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, the black qi on Ye Bufan's body suddenly surged towards his sleeve like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, and then vanished.

"Uh!"

Though the young man was holding a knife, he was filled with fear at the sight.

As expected, before he could react, Ye Bufan's foot appeared in front of him, kicking him flying with a single kick.

... just as before, he crashed through two walls in succession and then embedded himself in the third, without changing his pose at all.

The gaunt young man had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his heart was in pieces. He thought to himself, "My father is utterly unreliable. Twice now he's gotten me beaten up like this."

"This..."

Pan Geng's eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

He couldn't for the life of him figure out how this young man had broken his spell.

This is a secret technique, incredibly powerful and effective. It has even been used to ambush cultivators at the level of Da Luo Xian before.

To my utter surprise, this very spell failed today.

"Damn it, damn it, I'm so mad! I don't believe I can't bring you down today!"

Pan Geng was also a powerful ruler, but today he was humiliated in front of everyone, being slapped in the face repeatedly. This enraged him immensely.

He flipped his wrist, and a blood-red gourd appeared in his palm. He unscrewed the lid, and a puff of red smoke burst out instantly.

"Awooo!"

Suddenly, screams filled the air, a chorus of wails and howls echoing through the darkness.

This is not red smoke, but wisps of blood-red ghosts. Some are headless, some have severed limbs, and some gnash their teeth and claw at the air.

For a moment, within a radius of a hundred meters, it was like hell on earth, completely engulfed by these ghosts.

"Hundreds of ghosts are clinging to me, but I don't believe I can't subdue you!"

Pan Geng gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pointed forward, those ghostly figures immediately surged forward with a wave of ghostly aura.

Then the scene just now played out again, Ye Bufan stood there motionless, being entangled by these hundreds of souls.

"Son, come again this time!"

He waved his hand, and someone immediately ran over and pulled the gaunt young man off the wall.

"Father, will this actually work this time"

The lean youth trembled, the last two times had truly frightened him.

Pan Geng said with confidence, "Don't worry, this is a thousand-year-old technique of binding ghosts that my father researched. Even if he was a great Luo Jinxian, it wouldn't work. Today, he must die by your blade!"

"Well... well, alright then! I'll try again!"

The lean youth gritted his teeth and ultimately chose revenge.

This time, he was unable to walk on his own. With the support of a guard, he slowly moved forward and came before Ye Bufan.

"You..."

He originally wanted to say a few more harsh words, but after thinking about the consequences of what happened earlier, he swallowed his anger and directly raised the short knife in his hand.

It can be proven that regardless of whether he speaks or not, the consequences don't change much.

Ye Bufan's heart moved, and those ghosts instantly turned into wisps of red smoke, which he put into the monster-collecting bottle in his sleeve.

I have to say, Pan Geng's magical arts were indeed powerful, but unfortunately they met their match.

Under the alchemy bottle, even the most powerful dark aura would eventually be transformed into a pill.

Seeing Ye Bufan recover his mobility in the blink of an eye, the gaunt young man stood there dumbfounded, a knife still held in his hand.

"Get out of here!"

Ye Bufan raised his hand and slapped out, the guy again punched two holes in the wall, then was embedded in the third wall.

The gaunt youth was like a painting, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, while two glistening tears streamed down his cheeks.

Everyone else's sons are the ones who mess with their fathers, but I'm the opposite. My own father has made me like this.

Wasn't it agreed that we shouldn't move at all Wasn't it agreed that even a great Luo Jinxian wouldn't be allowed How come you keep beating yourself up like a dog again and again

"I..."

Pan Geng was also shocked and speechless. He couldn't figure out what was going on no matter how hard he tried

Even though I'm a powerful Da Luo ghost immortal, the other party just stood there motionless. No matter how I attacked, I couldn't even scratch them.

"Come on! Let's go together!"

He was full of confidence just moments ago, but now he's completely panicked. He waved his hand and ordered his hundreds of subordinates to attack.

In his opinion, even if the other party had some secret techniques and powerful strength, it would be impossible to resist so many people.

As it turned out, he was completely wrong. There was no need for Ye Bufan to take action at all; Xiao Qing alone could have solved the problem entirely.

A casual swing of the cudgel sent a surge of brutal force scattering the ghosts and immortals of the Ancient Witch Cult.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds were dead or wounded, fleeing in all directions. Only Pan Geng remained standing.

Seeing Xia Qing wielding a blood-stained mace and walking towards him, Pan Geng's face was filled with fear.

Only then did he realize that every one of these people who had come was a ruthless character, any one of whom he couldn't contend with.

This guy turned around and ran, shouting "Ancestors save me!" as he went.

Xiaoqing was just about to chase after him, when a surge of intense dark energy suddenly emanated from the direction of the inner courtyard. Following that came a ferocious roar that echoed through the air.

"Who dares to make trouble at my Kru house!"ween surprise and delight."You've been gone for so many days, where have you been Did you find any news about the Saintess"Then another beautiful middle-aged woman stepped forward, “Fox Xiaoxian, what...