Chapter 1448: Pretending to be smart gets struck by lightning

Olivier and the three Heavenly Rank Warriors were all stunned. As Westerners, they had never seen teleportation, nor did they have any concept of it.

They couldn't imagine why the other party would suddenly disappear, nor could they imagine him reappearing behind them.

And the moment Ye Bufan reappeared, the Dragon Fang in his hand flashed like lightning, then three large heads flew into the air, and a gush of hot blood sprayed out.

Olivier stood by, still not understanding what was happening, when he was sprayed full of an Elder's blood, instantly filled with shock and at a loss.

Before he could recover, Ye Bufan's Dragon Fang was already resting on his shoulder.

At this, the entire scene was shocked, especially Denniston. She never expected her carefully planned hostage abduction to be so easily thwarted. She couldn't understand how the other party had crossed such a long distance.

She was even more amazed by the other party's strength. The three Heaven Rank Elders of the Berwick Family were simply no match for him, losing their lives in an instant.

Ye Bufan ignored everyone's emotions and looked at Olivier with a playful expression: "How about it? Is this a big surprise?

What did you just say? You wanted to dismember me, and steal my property and women, right?"

"I…"

As a profligate Young Master, Olivier was most afraid of death. At this moment, with the bloody smell all over his face, and seeing the dazzling cold gleam of the Dragon Fang and the towering Killing Intent before him,

His courage had been completely shattered, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Mr. Ye, I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, please let me go."

Seeing her brother's cowardly appearance, Denniston's brows immediately furrowed, clearly extremely disappointed.

"Someone like you truly doesn't deserve to live in this world. It's better to send you on your way early."

Ye Bufan flicked his wrist, and Olivier's head also flew into the air, his body falling to the ground with a thud.

He turned his head to look at Denniston, finding that the woman's expression hadn't changed much, as if she hadn't seen Olivier's death at all.

"You don't seem to care about your brother?"

"He's just a useless piece of trash. Living only wastes food. Even if he dies, I can still manage the Berwick Family well."

Denniston's voice was flat, as if she wasn't talking about her own brother, but a completely unrelated person.

"The most poisonous woman's heart. It seems to be true after all."

Ye Bufan shook his head and reached back to cut all the ropes on Cao Xinghua and the other two.

"That's right, I am ruthless.

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Those who offend me must die!" Denniston shouted again, her voice crazed. "Ye, do you think you've won just like that? You're far from it, this is just an appetizer."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Is that so? Bring out whatever other abilities you have, I'm in a hurry."

"Just you wait. I wouldn't have tricked you here without absolute confidence."

Denniston turned her head and respectfully called out to the darkness of the valley: "Please welcome Alliance Master."

As soon as she finished speaking, countless figures flashed out from the surrounding darkness, surrounding the small valley.

At the same time, a tall Black-robed man appeared in the center of the valley.

This person was completely covered from head to toe. The wide Black-robe even obscured his face, making his appearance completely unidentifiable, like a Death God returned from Hell, exuding a chilling Aura all over his body.

This person was none other than Chiravette, the Alliance Master of the Black Wizard Alliance and a Holy Rank Cultivator.

He was accompanied by 9 Black Wizards, each exuding a powerful Aura, clearly Witch Saint-Grade powerhouses.

Especially the two people on his left and right, one wearing a Black-robe and the other a red robe, were Gu Lite, the leader of the Ghost Wizard Sect, and Salas, the leader of the Blood Witch Sect, respectively.

Originally, the Black Wizard Alliance was composed of three parts: the Ghost Wizard Sect, the Blood Witch Sect, and the Ghost Witch Sect. Now, the Ghost Witch Sect has been completely destroyed by Ye Bufan, leaving only these two sects.

In addition to these 10 Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses, there were also hundreds of people from the Black Wizard Alliance, each exuding a sinister and terrifyingly powerful Aura.

As the many powerhouses of the Black Wizard Alliance appeared, their powerful Aura instantly enveloped the entire valley, and the situation suddenly changed.

"Ye Bufan, didn't expect this, did you? No matter what you chose just now, the final outcome is only one: death."

Denniston said, then burst into laughter, her laughter filled with triumph and arrogance.

Ye Bufan's expression remained calm, as if he hadn't even seen these people.

"Everyone knows that the Berwick Family relies on the Black Wizard Alliance. Did you think I wouldn't guess your trump card before coming here?

The reason I dared to come is because I don't put these shady fellows in my eyes at all."

His tone was very calm, yet it exuded a powerful confidence.

"Young man, you haven't knelt and surrendered after seeing our Alliance Master."

Salas, the leader of the Blood Witch Sect, wearing a red robe, stepped forward. "Ye Bufan, although you have some skill, it's not enough to contend with my Black Wizard Alliance.

Today, besides the Alliance Master, we

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also have nine Witch Saint-Grade powerhouses and a hundred Witch Kings. What do you have to contend with us? Just these few people in front of you?

It's no exaggeration to say that we can turn you few into dust with just a flick of our fingers."

"Keep pretending, keep pretending!"

Ye Bufan gave Salas a playful look, "In our Huaxia, there's a saying, 'Arrogance invites lightning.' This saying fits you perfectly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden peal of thunder reverberated through the sky, followed by a bolt of lightning as thick as an adult's arm, striking down from the sky and heavily hitting Salas.

All of this happened too quickly, too suddenly, exceeding everyone's expectations.

However, as a Witch Saint-Grade powerhouse, Salas still had a Magic Treasure for self-preservation.

Facing the immense pressure of the lightning, a Blood-colored Skull on his chest exploded with a 'pop', and then a dense blood mist erupted, protecting him.

But that bolt of lightning was too powerful. The moment it struck, it turned the blood mist into nothingness, then heavily struck Salas's body.

Salas was struck and flew back seven or eight meters, his entire body charred, and even his Wizard robe was propped up by his standing hair, looking incredibly comical.

However, that Blood-colored Skull still played a crucial role. Although he was struck and looked disheveled, he ultimately saved his life.

"Young man, you're seeking death!"

As the leader of the Blood Witch Sect, Salas had never suffered such a loss before; he was practically going crazy with anger.

He looked up and saw a Big Beard Young man appearing in mid-air, it was Lei Guardian Xie Changsi.

At the same time, one figure after another emerged in the surroundings, a total of 39 people, forming a counter-encirclement around the Black Wizard Alliance members in the valley.

Although the number was not large, only a little over thirty people, it filled the members of the Black Wizard Alliance with shock.

Although Chiravette's expression couldn't be seen, it was evident from his trembling Black-robe that he was quite shocked.

He had only known before that Ye Bufan was a master, but he never expected that his subordinates would possess such powerful strength, with all 39 people being Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses.

One must know that in a confrontation between two sides, what ultimately matters is the strength of the powerhouses.

As for the various Wizards under him, as long as they hadn't reached the Witch Saint-Grade, they were basically a disorganized rabble and wouldn't play much of a role.

And on his side, there were only ten Witch Saint-Grade powerhouses, while the other side had a full thirty-odd. It was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was weaker.