An Elite Became A Slave

Seeing how arrogant Hang Shenbo was, the group could hardly control their anger.

　　Zhao Congjian gritted his teeth and charged toward Hang Shenbo again. But he was blown back by Han Shenbo's fan before he could even touch him.

　　Han Shenbo's iron fan was apparently no ordinary weapon. With one swing, a strong gale was generated. Even Jiang Xue, Beixiao Wangjian, and the others had to take out their enchanted artifacts to block.

　　The severely injured Zhao Congjian felt to the ground pitifully. Blood spurt out from his mouth unstoppably.

　　"Too weak. "

　　Han Shenbo shook his head and mocked, "If Xiao Jinghong was around, he might have the capability to battle with me. A pity. This guy has already fallen into the hands of the Sword Monarch. You will never see him again. "

　　The group did not reply to him but were all thinking about how to deal with him instead.

　　Han Shengbo curled his lip and felt bored by them.