Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law Chapter 1041 1041: Such Paltry Tricks, and You Dare Call You

The Gray Wolf Heavy Industry Group Building has twelve floors. To wipe out the criminals inside, bombs must be planted on every floor.

Jiang Feng remained orderly and efficient, placing three bombs on each floor and moving to the next.

He quickly finished installing tid bombs on the first eight floors. Upon entering, he realized that although the Gray Wolf Heavy Industries Group appeared grand and imposing on the outside, there were actually not many people inside; indeed, only a few dozen in all of Kazakhstan had the qualifications to attend etings there.

Finally reaching the ninth floor, Jiang Feng was about to continue planting bombs when he suddenly heard cold, stern footsteps behind him.

"##￥%*&@%￥#!"

Soone shouted fiercely, walking up behind Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng turned his head and saw a burly, sinister-faced middle-aged Kazakhstani man.

The man's Qi-Blood was extrely vigorous, revealing him to be a formidable martial artist, his strength no less than that of Ming Long and Heavenly Deaf and Earthly Mute!

"Chinese?!"

Upon seeing Jiang Feng's facial features, the man quickly identified his nationality, and spoke in a rough Chinese Language.

"What are you doing? Why did you sneak into our Gray Wolf Headquarters, who gave you the courage?!"

This middle-aged man, exuding overwhelming Killing Aura and an uncontrollable rage, was none other than Kazakhstan's Death God, Muslem!

"Isn't it obvious? Just preparing to send you on your way, that's all."

Having been discovered, Jiang Feng remained unruffled, montarily putting away the bomb, appearing unfazed and composed.

"Bastard!"

Muslem cursed angrily, glancing at the bomb in Jiang Feng's hand, imdiately releasing his icy Killing Aura and oppressive force!

With his status and position in Kazakhstan, he hadn't fought anyone in a very long ti. This young, presumptuous Chinese was trying to destroy Gray Wolf Headquarters right under his nose—was he tired of living?!

Feeling the grim atmosphere, Jiang Feng remained unmoved, rely smirking disdainfully.

In China, many had tried to suppress him with aura, but they all t miserable ends. And now this Kazakh martial artist intended to do the sa?

"Hmm?"

Seeing Jiang Feng show no fear of his pressure, Muslem was slightly surprised, then his face turned even more ferocious!

"Chinese boy, even at the brink of death, you dare provoke Kazakhstan's Death God, today you'll learn the might of Muslem!!"

Without further words, Muslem roared, charging straight at Jiang Feng!

Thud thud thud!

His steps rapid as the wind, legs exerting force, with thunderous footsteps, Muslem transford into a fierce tiger descending the mountain!

Beyond that, he also conjured a blood tiger form behind him!

The roars of the tiger echoed, instilling extre fear!

This was the distinction of Kazakh martial artists!

Upon reaching a certain realm, with powerful Cultivation Techniques or ferocious qi for protection, one would form a phantom unique to them.

The blood tiger was indeed Muslem's phantom!

This phantom could demonstrate strength and intimidate others!

Yet, even with the intimidating phantom of the blood tiger, Jiang Feng appeared utterly indifferent, eyes filled with mockery.

The wind from the fist howled, as though the tiger roared to kill!

Muslem rely swung a punch, causing such a commotion, proving its power!

In this mont, Muslem was filled with a violent aura!

It seed nobody could oppose him!

Under that terrible montum, the entire ninth-floor corridor faintly trembled.

Muslem carried destructive energy, sweeping toward Jiang Feng, montum soaring!

But just as the fierce wind roared to Jiang Feng's face, Jiang Feng smirked derisively: "Tricks of a worm, dare claim the na of Death God?!"

The next second, Jiang Feng moved!

Even without using Devouring Sky Demon Qi, he still unleashed an imnse destructive force around him!

The aura of death perated!

Jiang Feng struck with a palm!

In an instant, palm wind surged, with a continuous rumble echoing in the air like thunder booming.

The overpowering aura originally filling the corridor from Muslem was instantly swept away by Jiang Feng's palm wind!

The palm wind, tangible like solid waves, ruthlessly blasted toward Muslem!

Witnessing this, feeling the terrifying force within Jiang Feng's palm wind, Muslem, in mid-air, was a bit stupefied!

He never imagined this young Chinese, who displayed no apparent power, would unleash such terror, his palm's power not inferior to his own?

The blood tiger and palm wind collided in an instant!

Intense vibrations filled the corridor!

Roar!

The blood tiger roared, energy swallowing everything!

Though powerful, the endless palm wind still devoured the blood tiger!

Muslem's blood tiger was rcilessly torn apart on the spot!

"Impossible!"

Muslem was again shocked, eyes widening!

Such strong montum!

Was this the young man's strength?

This blow used sixty percent of his power, yet not only couldn't he kill Jiang Feng, but it was also broken apart?

One side was consuming all lands! The other was wind tearing the earth apart!

The gap was obvious!

In this clash, Muslem fell into a disadvantage!

Unwilling to accept the gap between him and Jiang Feng, Muslem roared in defiance!

Then, Muslem frantically unleashed another strike, aiming to utterly destroy Jiang Feng!

But the force of Jiang Feng's palm hadn't dissipated yet and once again surged forth!

Endless force rushed at Muslem!

"Bang..."

Crushing the space, Jiang Feng's palm wind and Muslem's body collided with a dull thud, causing the ground to tremble!

The corridor walls even cracked open, the floor bursting with lines!

Boom...

The entire corridor shook violently, seemingly ready to collapse at any mont!

"How could this be..."

At the mont of confrontation, Muslem's expression froze once more!

A mont ago he had been hysterical, now his face twisted with fear!

Imdiately after, his whole body was thrown backward, crashing to the ground, sliding away and almost tumbling to the very end of the corridor.

But Jiang Feng hadn't taken a single step back!

Muslem barely stabilized himself, but felt a burning, unbearable pain in his organs, as if his chest and back had been torn apart by a hurricane, and unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"You... who exactly are you? How can China have such a formidable young man?" Muslem was both shocked and terrified!

He recalled what his master Ahtov had said in the conference room earlier, that China was vast and rich, full of hidden talents and experts.

But no matter how high, it couldn't reach such an absurd level!

An obscure young man could almost wipe him out with a single palm?

If it weren't for the blood tiger phantom shielding him from most of the attack, would he not have truly perished under that palm?!!