"No job is superior or inferior, and no person should be classified as superior or inferior!"

Chen Chu stepped forward, looked at Sha Hou, and spoke in a cold tone.

"Who do you think you are? There are plenty of people here who could kill you. What right do you have to bark like that?"

Sha Hou seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and the sneer on his face gradually turned into a sinister grin.

"What are you talking about, high and low, noble and base? My Sha family has been ten thousand times more noble than you lowly ants since birth!"

Sha Hou pointed at Chen Chu's nose and said, "Don't say that I only killed five people today. Even if I killed five hundred or five thousand, I would still be fine, because my grandfather is one of the Twelve Lesser Fates!"

"And you are all just ants at the bottom of the hierarchy!"

Chen Chu narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint in them.

"Do you know that even an ant can kill you as easily as crushing a chick?"

"Ha, trying to scare me?" Sha Hou tilted his head back. "Come on, if you've got the guts, come and kill me. Let's see who dies first!"

puff!

Chen Chu suddenly made his move, seemingly with extreme speed!

Everyone, including Old Duan and the drowned middle-aged man, was stunned!

They watched as Sha Hou's head flew straight into the sky, a jet of blood spurting from his neck!

As Sha Hou's head rolled to the ground, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the long knife in Chen Chu's hand in mid-air!

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

The middle-aged man who had drowned swung his palm directly at Chen Chu.

A ghostly claw, accompanied by a mournful cry, suddenly reached out.

Old Duan stepped forward to protect Chen Chu and shattered the ghost claw with a single punch.

The drowned ghost middle-aged man ignored Chen Chu and quickly ran over to grab Sha Hou by the hair, lifting his head up.

Then he pressed Sha Hou's head down onto his neck, muttered a few incantations, and a black mist enveloped Sha Hou.

A silver-white metal syringe, filled with a dark green liquid, appeared in the hand of the drowned ghost Shafee.

He thrust hard, injecting the entire vial of life-saving medicine into Sha Hou's body.

A minute or two later, the black mist that had enveloped Sha Hou dissipated, and Sha Hou emerged unharmed.

At this moment, Sha Hou's eyes were sharp. He took a step forward, twisted his neck, and his bones cracked.

"You've got some nerve, daring to chop off my head!"

The methods employed by the middle-aged man who drowned surprised everyone.

Even though Sha Hou had his head chopped off by Chen Chu, he was still able to bring Sha Hou back to life.

Such methods are not too surprising to the players.

But it certainly broadened the horizons of everyone present.

"Uncle Fei, he just killed me once, what do you suggest we do?"

Sha Hou glanced at the drowned middle-aged man beside him.

The drowned ghost Shafei's throat sounded like it was clogged with phlegm, and his voice carried a chilling quality.

"Since he dared to kill you, then I'll kill him!"

As he spoke, Shafei waved his hand, and this time the ghostly claw that appeared was even larger than the one he had hastily made earlier.

"Shafei, what are you trying to do? He's a genius that even the Grand Fates value!"

Old Duan threw a punch, and the ghost claw only paused for a moment. Then, Old Duan threw four or five more punches in succession before finally shattering the ferocious ghost claw.

From this perspective, Duan Lao may not be a match for Sha Fei.

"A genius? A dead genius is no longer a genius!"

Shafei looked at Chen Chu, his eyes filled with a ghostly light!

"Soul Stealing!"

Old Duan stood in front of Chen Chu and shouted, "Sha Fei, stop!"

But it was too late at this moment, and Chen Chu's expression suddenly became stiff and hard.

"Chen Chu!"

Xiangxiang, Captain He of the third squad, and Lü Xiucai all exclaimed in surprise.

They could all sense that something was wrong with Chen Chu.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, the blood was not spat out by Chen Chu, but by Sha Fei, who spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Shafei looked at Chen Chu in disbelief, "Who placed a restriction on you, making your soul as prickly as a hedgehog?"

Chen Chu also came to his senses at this moment. He had just felt himself suddenly jump into a void.

The drowned middle-aged man in front of him seemed like a real, ferocious ghost, opening his mouth to bite him.

He hadn't done anything, yet the drowned middle-aged man looked like he was seriously injured.

Then the void shattered, and Chen Chu's soul returned to his body.

"I advise you not to cause trouble. Chen Chu is not only a genius valued by the Grand Master of Fate, but he also has an uncle who is a Saint!"

Duan Lao attributed Chen Chu's strangeness to Meng Zhengyang's unusual profession.

It's likely that Meng Zhengyang placed a protective formation on Chen Chu's soul.

“If you kill Chen Chu, the Grand Master of Fate might not bother you, but his uncle will definitely kill you. Do you think the Young Master of Fate would offend a saint because of you?”

Duan Lao's words immediately made Sha Fei hesitate.

However, Sha Hou shouted, "Don't spare this brat! Sha Fei, kill him for me, and I'll have my grandfather protect you. You can hide in the Sha family for a year or two!"

"After we return, I will have my father gift you a sacred artifact!"

After Sha Hou finished speaking, Sha Fei's eyes visibly lit up.

The allure of the sacred artifact was enough to make him risk taking action.

However, at this moment, Chen Chu suddenly took out a small bottle of medicine powder and poured it into his mouth.

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