Chapter 253: You Are Not Qualified to Be My Son

"You!!"

An Xin's pupils constricted sharply, and she immediately tried to send a distress message using her communication jade token.

However, she discovered that the communication jade token was completely unable to send the message out, and a trace of terror involuntarily appeared on her face.

"Hehehe!"

"Believe it now? Terrified now? Desperate now!?"

Ou Wenyuan revealed a sinister, twisted look of excitement. "If you are willing to be humiliated by me right now, perhaps I will let you die a quick death!"

"Yo, yo, yo!"

"So awesome!"

"Unfortunately, you should be the one feeling terrified and desperate, because the one who will definitely die today is you!"

Su Lang said with disdain, "And you blocking the communication jade token is exactly what I wanted."

"This way, after we kill you, no one will know, and it won't invite any more trouble."

Once these words were spoken, Ou Wenyuan's expression immediately froze, and his old eyes gradually widened.

Following that, his face erupted with endless disdain and a sneer: "You little piece of trash who hasn't even grown your hair out yet, you actually dare to say you'll kill me!?"

"I really suspect something is wrong with your brain!"

Speaking of this, Ou Wenyuan looked at An Xin with a face full of sarcasm: "Junior Sister, is this the closing Disciple you took in?"

"What kind of judgment do you have? You actually took in a fool!"

"I wonder if your master, that old man, will be angered to death all over again in the afterlife because of you? Hahahaha, you're killing me with laughter!"

An Xin, who was already terrified and uneasy, was left dumbfounded and at a loss by Su Lang's words.

However, she merely assumed that Su Lang had lost his composure, which was why he said those 'blustering' words.

"Disciple Su Lang, it is all Master's fault."

"If I hadn't brought you here, you wouldn't have encountered this disaster."

An Xin's face showed bitterness. "In a moment, I will do my best to cover your escape. Whether you can survive will depend on heaven's will."

"Master!"

"What heaven's will are you talking about?"

"For me to kill the scoundrel Ou Wenyuan is simply effortless!"

Su Lang curled his lips and smiled. "I am telling the truth, I am not lying to you!"

"Hahahaha!"

"You wet-behind-the-ears Little Bastard!"

Ou Wenyuan laughed instead of getting angry. "I will stand here without moving. If you can hurt even a single hair on me, I will kneel down and call you Daddy!"

As he spoke, he tore open his clothes, revealing his scrawny, stick-like chest, and clamored: "Come, come, come, hit here!"

"Since you are seeking death, I will fulfill your wish!"

"However, wanting me to be your father? Dream on!"

"A mangy old dog like you is not qualified to be my son!"

Su Lang let out a cold laugh, then his figure moved, ready to take action.

"Su Lang!"

"Don't try to be a hero, run quickly!"

An Xin grabbed Su Lang's arm with an anxious expression.

"Master, you must believe in me!"

Su Lang gently twisted, and broke free from An Xin's hand.

"What?"

"My hand… was broken free?"

An Xin looked at her hand that had been broken free, a trace of shock appearing on her face.

And right at this moment, Su Lang moved, turning into an afterimage, and punched toward Ou Wenyuan.

"No!"

An Xin screamed in terror.

That Su Lang could break free from her hand indeed surprised her greatly.

But the Ou Wenyuan opposite was a genuine Intermediate Martial Emperor; as a Martial General Rank, no matter how strong Su Lang was, how strong could he really be?

Charging up like that was simply throwing his life away!

However, by the time An Xin screamed, she was already unable to stop Su Lang.

In an instant, Su Lang's figure had already arrived in front of Ou Wenyuan.

"Hahaha!"

"Come on, hit with all your might. If you can hurt even a single hair of mine, I lose!"

Watching Su Lang's figure getting closer and closer in his field of vision, Ou Wenyuan let out a laugh of disdain.

And right at this moment!

"Devouring Clone!"

With a thought from Su Lang, five Clones disappeared instantly!

And a monstrous, terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body!

"This is!?"

"Quasi-Martial Venerable aura!"

Ou Wenyuan and An Xin were struck by lightning, dumbfounded in an instant!

Especially Ou Wenyuan, his face full of disdain instantly turned into endless terror.

"How is this possible!?"

"He is just a mere Martial General Rank!"

"How could he possibly erupt with such a powerful aura?"

"No secret technique, no Medicinal Pill, could ever possibly stimulate the strength of a Martial General Rank to such a degree!!"

"This is fake!"

"This must be fake!"

"The Martial Venerable Rank aura on his body must be an aura specifically left behind by some Martial Venerable!"

"He is a paper tiger——!!"