At this mont, Hong Wuxing was already regretful. If he had known Ying Jiateng was such a disappointnt, he wouldn’t have placed his hopes on him.
"Trying to run?"
Zheng Shenyou smiled.
Swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward, even creating a series of afterimages in the air, and in an instant, arrived at the gate.
As Ying Jiateng was sprinting with his head down, he looked up and saw that terrifying figure, with a smile on his face, standing in front of him.
"You..."
Ying Jiateng was terrified.
But at this mont, a fierce look suddenly flashed in his eyes. He shouted and charged towards Zheng Shenyou.
Seeing this, both Hong Sanquan and Hong Wuxing felt a surge of hope. Clearly, Zheng Shenyou didn’t intend to let Ying Jiateng go. Under the threat of death, Ying Jiateng was going all out, and perhaps he might even manage to turn the tables!
Swish!
As Ying Jiateng charged forward, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a tongue as red as a monstrous snake shot out from it.
"Devil’s Tongue!"
The tongue exhaled hot air, long and frightening. As soon as it erged from his mouth, it seed to have a mind of its own, stabbing straight towards Zheng Shenyou’s chest.
Straight like a blood-red long sword.
"This strange move is sowhat interesting."
Zheng Shenyou was slightly surprised, mainly because he didn’t expect anyone to use a tongue as a weapon. Then he laughed.
"It’s a pity, though, you’re too weak."
After saying this, he reached out a hand and lightly clamped down, catching Ying Jiateng’s tongue.
The tongue twisted and struggled frantically, but it couldn’t break free from Zheng Shenyou’s hand.
Ying Jiateng made muffled sounds, his eyes flashing fiercely, and suddenly leaped forward to attack Zheng Shenyou.
"Heh."
Zheng Shenyou let out a cold laugh, and with a slight movent of his wrist, a powerful force surged forth, pulling Ying Jiateng’s entire body, and with a bang, smashed him onto the ground.
Ying Jiateng could only let out a pitiful scream.
At this mont, Zheng Shenyou’s face beca indifferent, without any expression. With another slight movent of his wrist, there was a ripping sound, and he pulled out Ying Jiateng’s entire tongue.
Blood gushed violently.
A flicker of disgust passed between Zheng Shenyou’s brows as he threw the frighteningly long tongue onto the ground.
Blood poured from Ying Jiateng’s mouth like a spring, staining the ground red. He struggled on the ground for a mont, then beca completely still.
On the other side, Hong Wuxing and Hong Sanquan saw this scene, and the small fla of hope in their eyes was instantly extinguished, leaving only despair.
Their bodies began to tremble.
Now, who else could stand against Zheng Shenyou?
After dealing with Ying Jiateng, Zheng Shenyou finally raised his head, looked towards Hong Sanquan and his son, and said blandly, "Your appetizer was quite good, heh, now it’s your turn."
Cold sweat continuously poured down Hong Wuxing’s forehead, and finally, with a thud, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing and shouting, "Mr. Zheng, my son used to be your friend, didn’t he? He also lent you money many tis! In light of that, spare him. Kill , kill to vent your anger."
Seeing this, Hong Sanquan was initially stunned, then knelt down to Zheng Shenyou, frantically kowtowing and shouting, "Zheng Shenyou, everything back then was done by alone. If you want to kill, kill , don’t involve my family. This is my last request."
"Spare your family?"
Zheng Shenyou’s face twisted, "If I spare your family, who will spare mine? Humph, tonight, everyone in the Zheng family will die!"
Hong Sanquan and Hong Wuxing exchanged a glance filled with despair.
Suddenly, at this mont, a voice tinged with subtle helplessness resonated throughout the hall.
"Gentlen, have you forgotten there’s still one person here?"
...
Swish!
When this voice sounded, all eyes in the hall turned towards the direction the voice ca from.
"It’s him!"
Hong Wuxing was startled. The person speaking was none other than the young man invited by Hong Sanquan, Xiao Zheng.
"He... he, could it be that this Xiao Zheng is really soone formidable? Did I misunderstand him before?" Hong Sanquan was shaken.
To stand up after Zheng Youshen killed soone like Ying Jiateng without any ability would certainly be impossible.
Zheng Youshen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashed through his eyes, and he said coldly, "Are you trying to stop ?"
Xiao Zheng smiled faintly, not even bothering to stand up from his seat, still sitting leisurely, and said, "Using ’stop’ here seems a bit inappropriate."
"Oh, so do you want to persuade to let go with so words?" Zheng Youshen sneered disdainfully.
Surprisingly, Xiao Zheng nodded, saying, "I do want to persuade you not to make a move, just leave quickly. When will the cycle of revenge end?"
"Hahahaha..." Zheng Youshen laughed hearing this, "What a naive kid, do you think this is a cartoon where words can solve everything?"
At this mont, Hong Wuxing and Hong Sanquan both fell back into despair, showing wretched smiles. They originally had a glimr of hope, but now they realized Xiao Zheng was indeed just a disappointnt.
Xiao Zheng, however, shook his head and said, "Words can’t solve everything, but there is sothing that can."
Zheng Youshen had no more patience, coldly saying, "Enough, kid, I won’t waste words with you. If you want to live, then get lost!"
He then turned his attention back to Hong Wuxing and his son, walking towards them step by step, a look of excitent and ferocity on his face.
Finally, he could take revenge!
Seeing that Zheng Youshen ignored him, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but touch his nose, smiling wryly, "Do I really look like a re extra?"
After saying this, he shook his head and then with a casual gesture, pressed his hand towards Zheng Youshen from afar.
Boom!
At this instant, a terrifying aura erupted in the hall, shaking all directions as if Hell had descended.
Gang Qi surged from Xiao Zheng’s palm, glowing with golden light, transforming into a gigantic golden hand that appeared above Zheng Youshen’s head and suddenly descended.
Bang!
The ground shook, the hall trembled, dust rose like a storm, and Zheng Youshen, without the slightest resistance, was directly slamd into the ground.
It was only at this mont that Xiao Zheng slowly stood up from his seat.
His aura surged and swept in all directions, like a Divine descending, his expression becoming cold.
"Even an ant dares to cry out to the heavens?"
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