This sentence.
How understated and disdainful!
But when it fell upon the ears of the crowd present, it was like a thunderbolt, deafening, so whose psychological endurance was slightly weaker had soft legs, and directly sat down on the ground.
Especially those spectators around, they thought they were outside the matter, quietly watching a drama unfold, but then…
Who noticed that Chen Changsheng was standing up for Chen Yang?
After all, they were all involved in this relentless chase spanning a day and night.
In an avalanche, is there any innocent snowflake?
This…
Suddenly, the vast field fell silent, deathly quiet.
How ruthless.
This is not intending to let anyone off.
Mu Feng knelt on the ground not daring to move, his face twitching constantly, the bluish-purple visage looking exceedingly unsightly.
One must know that before Chen Changsheng appeared, he was speaking confidently, saying soone like Chen Yang who had no background at all was nothing but a dirt chicken, not worth a blow in his face.
Alone, without any background, what's the point of wandering around blindly?
He even boasted shalessly, telling Chen Yang to commit suicide to avoid wasting his energy.
Now, however.
In the current situation, how dare he entertain any thoughts?
Even in dreams, he couldn't have imagined the once great king Chen Changsheng would be linked to Chen Yang, and discerning eyes could instantly see their relationship was quite deep.
This kicked against the iron plate.
If there were another chance, even with the courage of a bear or leopard, he wouldn't dare appear here.
Ning Yun, like a lost dog, was kneeling, shivering.
For a long ti, Mu Feng mustered the courage to speak, trying to plead for a way out for himself, "Grandfather Changsheng, considering my City Lord's Mansion, considering the good relationship between my great-grandfather and you, give one chance."
"It's said that the unknowing have no guilt, otherwise, I would never disrespect Chen Yang."
Chen Changsheng laughed, "I don't have such a good relationship with your City Lord's Mansion."
Mu Feng: "..."
Then, he gritted his teeth, "Grandfather Changsheng, I have always admired you, regarded you as the lifelong goal, is it sowhat improper for you to bully the small by such overwhelming force?"
"Improper?"
Chen Changsheng laughed, "Didn't you just pressure Chen Yang with your City Lord's Mansion? Moreover, you brought such an old fellow with you, wasn't it also to bully the small with the big?"
Mu Feng: "..."
Slap.
Chen Changsheng raised a hand and slapped Mu Feng, skin torn and flesh opened, the poor direct descendant of the City Lord's Mansion, despite feeling humiliated to the extre, didn't dare utter even a fart.
"Kneel properly for ."
The icy voice crashed into his ear.
Mu Feng was struck like by lightning, didn't even have ti to wipe the blood, straightened his waist hurriedly, another slap ca over, this ti, half a tooth fell out, and he slamd headfirst onto the ground.
"Cough, cough."
Mu Feng coughed up blood, clutching the blood-soaked face, staring at Chen Changsheng, said softly, "Grandfather Changsheng, have you cald your anger?"
His face was filled with humiliation, unwillingness, even anger, but more was puzzlent, for this legendary old man before him, he was terrified from the bottom of his heart.
Therefore, he naturally hoped that after these two slaps, the other party would let him off, be magnanimous, not to haggle with a junior, let this matter pass.
Ssss.
Beside him, Ning Yun, and the group of Silver Armored Guards, were all frightened and sweating profusely, fingers trembling.
Once dominated contemporaries, though elderly, still so formidable.
"Grandfather Changsheng, isn't it enough?"
Just when everyone's scalp was exploding, Mu Feng slapped his own face, spoke again.
"Why, are you teaching how to do things?"
A casual rhetorical question.
Bam!!
In an instant, the vast field was like swept by a cold wind, the temperature in the air plumted, chill to the bone.
Many instinctively wiped, frost forming at the corners of eyes, trembling, breath turned into mist.
Heavy killing intent.
This was a kind of killing intent penetrating the marrow, chilling to the creeps.
Even Mu Feng, Ning Yun, these individuals with noble birth and decent strength, suddenly had a hint of ntal collapse, feeling the soul scatter away.
The distant spectators couldn't hold on anymore, in the extre survival instinct, began retreating in turn.
Chen Changsheng was indeed very strong, but they couldn't care less.
Either wait to die or gamble for a chance to live.
Among them, there were hundreds of spectators, it was impossible for Chen Changsheng to kill them all at once, soone would definitely escape.
Everyone firmly believed the lucky one would be themselves.
Thus, everyone fled with a clamor, rushing towards the depths of the forest.
"Ignoring my words, treating them as wind past the ear?"
Boom!
Suddenly, Chen Changsheng drew a short knife from his waist, instantly erupted with a towering aura, before anyone reacted, tore through space, sweeping towards those fleeing for their lives.
"Do you really want to kill them all?"
Soone who hadn't had ti to run roared hysterically.
"When you were hunting Chen Yang, weren't you trying to kill them all? But now you're saying this to ?" Chen Changsheng stood with his hands behind, showing teeth in a cold smile, "Why are your faces so big?"
The killer is always killed.
Unconcerned when killing, seeing the situation reversed, yet wishing for forgiveness from others, hogging all the good and the bad, is such good a thing there in this world?
The short knife charged violently, the sky-filling killing aura like the Milky Way pouring down, evidently sothing abstract, yet at this mont seed utterly concrete, visible to the naked eye.
The entire sky was occupied by endless sharp killing aura.
The vast sky had its color replaced.
Yellow sand.
Ragged clouds, old crows.
And, the crescent sun falling at the horizon.
The setting sun splashed golden light, edging the entire forest with a layer of gold.
An old man in tattered clothes, seed to co across ti and space.
Immovable as a bell, full of the aura of ti.
This…
How, how could he be so strong?
Under the sky.
Thunderous, like war drums cracking, more like thousands of troops charging.
Then, the people across the mountains and fields toppled like wheat under a sickle.
Clouds of blood mist exploded, lives disappeared one by one.
In less than two seconds, the mountain and wilderness that had footsteps thundering just now beca silent as death.
Only, the fierce west wind roared.
Only Mu Feng, Ning Yun, and that bunch of Silver Armored Guards were left, slack-jawed.
This, this.
Who on earth was he, acting so ruthlessly, frightening everyone?
That was hundreds of people, not a few people, not a gang of weaklings, wiped out like this with one slash?
Chen Changsheng, holding a short knife, faced the setting sun, unmoving.
Nine thousand miles of firmant, innurable heroes.
Only I.
Dare to compete with Heaven in height.
"..."
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