Super Student's Three-realms Army

Furthermore, this wasn't a crime that shocked Mu Zhenjun to his core.    

What shocked him the most was that the person who struck out this punch was a young man who was only at the age of a weakling?!    

At this moment, compared to Mu Zhenjun, Yuan Eighth Madame and the other elders of the Mu Hun Sect were nothing better than their Sect Master. In fact, they were in an even worse state.    

At this moment, they were all frozen on the spot in shock. Zhang He could not even utter a complete sentence.    

However, Zhang Xiaofan did not show the slightest bit of mercy to their shocked or aghast expressions.    

His right hand clenched into a fist and punched towards the top of Yuan Eight Niang's group of six's head.    

"Boom —!"    

A loud sound rang out. A fist imprint that was dozens of feet wide heavily fell down, as if it could topple mountains and overturn seas.    

Only to see that Yuan Ba Niang and the other six people didn't even have time to react.    

Everyone was crushed into a pile of meat paste by this fierce and overbearing fist aura. The dark red blood splashed all over the ground!    

Seeing this, Mu Zhenjun's eyes almost burst out of their sockets as his entire body trembled uncontrollably.    

However, Zhang Xiaofan's icy gaze landed on Mu Zhenjun.    

"Zhang..." Master Zhang, hold on, I … "I admit defeat, I admit defeat …"    

"You … Don't kill me, don't kill me! "    

"From today onwards, I, Mu Hun Jun, and everyone else in the Mu Hun Sect are willing to be your loyal dog. I will follow your orders and will follow your lead. I will not dare to disobey your orders …"    

At this moment, Mu Zhenjun was completely terrified by Zhang Xiaofan's terrifying display of power as he shook his head repeatedly.    

His knees went weak and he kneeled on the ground. He kowtowed to Zhang Xiaofan as if he was beating garlic, and begged for mercy.    

This was a stark contrast to the heroic and complacent Mu Zhenjun of ten minutes ago. It was truly a taunt.    

"Want to be my dog? "You deserve it!"    

As Zhang Xiaofan spoke, he leaped into the air and drew a circle in the air. Then, he reflected at an inconceivable angle behind Mu Zhenjun.    

Seeing this, Mu Zhenjun's heart 'Thump!' He cursed in his heart. It was already too late for him to stand up and defend himself …    

At the same time Zhang Xiaofan's figure descended, he bent five fingers of his right hand and pressed them down heavily onto the top of Mu Zhenjun's head.    

"Pah!"    

A crisp sound rang out. Mu Zhenjun's gaze stiffened before he fell heavily onto the ground, lifeless.    

Zhang Xiaofan's actions could be said to be as smooth as the clouds and as smooth as the water, without any sloppiness at all.    

In just a few breaths' time, he had already sent a famous Jindan Stage cultivator into the underworld!    

However, the shock in Wang Wanzhou's and Yu Mengqi's hearts was indescribable. Their eyes could only look at the divine figure standing proudly there.    

"Mu Hun Sect?!"    

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled. He seemed to be mocking him, but he also seemed to be looking down on something.    

The moment the Yang Primordial Flame appeared, a monstrous wave of fire surged forth and instantly swept away the bloody scene in front of them, burning them into nothingness …