American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

Back then, Pei Yuan, relying on his superior cultivation level, bullied Ye Fan and caused Ye Fan to lose face. Today, he will make the other party pay the price!

"You devil! Do you know how expensive this thing is? Can you afford to pay for it?!" Ye Fan roared hysterically, feeling immense fear.

"Heh, money is just an external thing," Pei Yuan said dismissively. "You think I'm afraid of this little bit of money? You're too naive!"

Pei Yuan not only wants Ye Fan to pay the price, but also wants him to regret being born!

Chapter 235

"No! I don't want to die here! Kill me! Kill me! I don't want to be turned into a puppet!" Ye Fan roared shrilly.

He is the eldest son of the Ye family, the future head of the Ye family. How can he be reduced to a puppet?

Ye Fan simply couldn't accept this outcome.

"You're wrong, I won't kill you," Pei Yuan said calmly. "Although you've committed heinous crimes, considering the difficulty of your cultivation, I won't destroy your physical body. I'll only turn you into a puppet. Then, you can do many things for me, haha..."

"No!!" Ye Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled desperately.

The more you struggle, the longer you will suffer!

"Ah!!!" Ye Fan roared to the sky, as if he were insane, and kept attacking Pei Yuan, trying to break free of his restraints.

However, all efforts were in vain.

No matter how hard he tried or how much he struggled, he was still firmly under control.

"Ye Fan, give up struggling. Only by obediently following the young master's orders can you avoid being tortured," Pei Yuan advised.

"Dream on!!! I'd rather die than submit to you! Forget about it!" Ye Fan roared.

"Heh, I advise you to think this through. If you cooperate with me now, the young master might show leniency. Otherwise..." Pei Yuan's tone gradually turned icy, his killing intent palpable.

"Otherwise what?!" Ye Fan roared.

"Heh heh, I guarantee you'll wish you were dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yuan raised his palm and slapped Ye Fan in the chest.

Ye Fan was terrified and hurriedly raised his hand to block.

bang——

Pei Yuan's palm strike slammed into Ye Fan's arm, instantly shattering it into countless bone fragments.

At the same time, Ye Fan was violently shaken and staggered back four or five steps before he could barely regain his balance.

"Pfft!" Ye Fan felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

He looked down and found that his left hand had become twisted and blurry, and he could not grip the hilt of the sword at all.

"How are you?" Upon seeing this, Pei Yuan was immediately startled and hurriedly asked.

His palm strike just now contained extremely terrifying power. Even a martial artist at the peak of the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Realm would be either killed or seriously injured, or even lose their life, if they were hit by that palm strike.

However, to Pei Yuan's surprise, Ye Fan withstood the attack and was unharmed!

"Pah!" Ye Fan spat out the blood in his mouth, stared coldly at Pei Yuan, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Pei Yuan, I'll never forgive you! One day, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

Ye Fan's heart was filled with resentment and murderous intent. If it weren't for the system he possessed, he would have already perished in this desolate desert, leaving no trace of his remains.

"Ye Fan, do you think you still have the right to say such things?" Pei Yuan sneered. "If you know what's good for you, you'd better admit defeat and surrender, and I might even spare your corpse. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to turn you into a puppet!"

"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight!" Ye Fan shouted coldly.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Pei Yuan's eyes darkened, then he gave a cold laugh: "Fine! Since you're so stubborn, then we'll settle all our old scores, new ones!"

As he spoke, Pei Yuan charged toward Ye Fan with his short knife.

Ye Fan's face was cold, and he faced the attack with a look of fearlessness. He flicked his wrist, and the sword light shot out.

Bang bang bang!

Ye Fan kept swinging his iron sword and clashing with the short knife.

The clanging sounds continued uninterrupted.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows.

Although Ye Fan was at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of dejection.

Whenever danger loomed, Ye Fan would use the "Wind Control Technique" to dodge, occasionally unleashing a fierce sword strike to retaliate.

"Good lad, your strength has improved quite a bit since three years ago," Pei Yuan thought to himself.

Then, a sinister glint flashed in Pei Yuan's eyes. He suddenly withdrew his short sword and slashed at Ye Fan's chest.

Ye Fan's pupils contracted slightly, and he leaned to the side.

call out!

The short knife grazed Ye Fan's clothes, leaving behind a wisp of smoke.

Pei Yuan pressed his advantage, slashing horizontally with his short sword.

boom!

Ye Fan hastily defended himself and was sent flying again. A hideous knife wound appeared on his chest, his skin peeled up and oozing scarlet blood.

"Damn it!"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and took out several healing pills from his storage ring, stuffing them into his mouth.

"Heh, Ye Fan, let's see how long you can hold out!" Pei Yuan sneered, swinging his wrist out again.

Ye Fan refused to back down and fought back with his sword.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Pei Yuan became more and more comfortable with the fight, completely dominating Ye Fan and gaining the upper hand.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled thud, another bloody gash appeared on Ye Fan's chest.

"Ye Fan, stop struggling in vain. Your strength is far inferior to mine. If you continue fighting, you will only die!" Pei Yuan looked down at Ye Fan and mocked him.

"I said I would kill you!!!" Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and charged forward again with his sword.

The two became entangled in a fierce fight, exchanging blows and kicks incessantly.

Ye Fan was doing his best to defend, looking for an opportunity to break through.

However, the gap in their cultivation levels was too great, and even with all of Ye Fan's mental power, it was difficult to bridge the gap.

"Ye Fan, don't waste your energy. Just surrender obediently, and I'll give you a whole corpse." Pei Yuan looked like he had Ye Fan completely under his thumb.

Ye Fan ignored him and frantically circulated the "Wind Control Technique," his entire being moving about like a ghost.

"Hmph, a mere trick!"

Pei Yuan sneered. He knew Ye Fan was stalling for time to recover from his injuries. Without saying a word, he slashed Ye Fan's shoulder with his knife, leaving a bloody scar.

Ye Fan screamed and staggered back several feet before stopping.

Pei Yuan showed no mercy and continued his pursuit.

While dodging, Ye Fan mobilized his mental strength, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, he failed!

Because his mental strength was being depleted very quickly, coupled with his severe injuries, Ye Fan was soon driven into a desperate situation.

"Ye Fan, do you hate me?" Pei Yuan stared coldly at Ye Fan and asked mockingly.

"What do you think?!" Ye Fan said fiercely, his anger blazing.

Pei Yuan chuckled and said, "Then you should understand your situation. Your life is about to end, while I'm in my prime and have a long lifespan. I advise you to obediently admit defeat and become a puppet!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan fell silent, knowing that what the other person said was true. He was currently severely injured, and his mental strength was extremely depleted, making it impossible for him to continue using the "Wind Control Technique."

Pei Yuan, on the other hand, remained lively and energetic. The disparity in their abilities was simply too great.

"Haha..." Upon seeing this, Pei Yuan laughed loudly, beaming with pride.

However, the next moment, Pei Yuan's expression suddenly froze.

A chilling killing intent emanated from Ye Fan's brow, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Pei Yuan, even if it costs me my life, I will drag you down with me!" Ye Fan's eyes revealed intense hatred as the scene of his parents dying tragically in his arms three years ago flashed through his mind.

The flames of hatred burned fiercely.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Pei Yuan noticed Ye Fan's unusual behavior and frowned, vaguely sensing that Ye Fan seemed to have some kind of trick up his sleeve.

"Ye Fan, I advise you to give up! With your strength, even if you give it your all, you're no match for me!"

Pei Yuan shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to Ye Fan, and swung his knife straight at Ye Fan's neck.

clang!