Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 133 - 133 126 Your Face Isn't Worth Much

133: Chapter 126 Your Face Isn’t Worth Much 133: Chapter 126 Your Face Isn’t Worth Much “Heh heh…

The Liu Family?

Perhaps, after today, there will be no so-called Liu Family, a re ant clan, worthy of longevity?

Ridiculous!” Hong Zihai shook his head mockingly, then, suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared completely, leaving only a cold sternness.

He raised his hand directly, pointing at Liu Bulin, and said to one of the three middle-aged n behind him, “Uncle Teng, kill him, kill him for !!!”

To kill?

As soon as Hong Zihai’s murderous words ca out, the scene beca even more silent, and everyone was shocked, especially since no one knew Hong Zihai’s identity.

It was as if they had heard a hallucination!

This is the Liu Family!

Who is this wedding-crashing youngster?

Has he gone mad?

Does he really think he can kill the young master of the Liu Family?

He must be delusional!

In the eyes of many in Chengfeng City, the Liu Family is invincible.

When they speak to Liu Tianxiong or Liu Bulin, they have to slightly bow and show great respect, so how could they imagine a scene where Liu Bulin is to be killed?

Even if they did think about it, they wouldn’t dare to!

The next mont, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the man known as Uncle Teng casually nodded his head, and then, he lifted his gaze, which fell upon Liu Bulin with an extrely cold and emotionless look, as if he were staring at a wax figure, a dead person.

“Thump thump thump…” Following that, Uncle Teng moved, step by step toward the wedding stage.

At the sa ti, Liu Tianxiong’s face changed rapidly, turning from an iron blue to a flushed red.

He pointed at Uncle Teng and roared angrily, “Bodyguards, kill him for !!!”

Liu Tianxiong was truly furious.

Up until now, he still did not know the identity of Hong Zihai, and although he felt that the other party might be soone of considerable background, at this point, he couldn’t care less, as his rage was truly boiling in his heart and mind, making him almost lose his sanity.

Over the years, he had never encountered such an audacious person.

Keep in mind, today is his son’s grand wedding day, and nearly everyone of importance in Chengfeng City is present!

Under these circumstances, soone attempting to disrupt the wedding and commit murder was simply unforgivable.

Liu Tianxiong’s anger was truly frightening, wasn’t it?

His roaring thunderous voice scared the majority of the guests at the three hundred tables into involuntarily shrinking back, their faces turning ghostly pale.

“Kill Uncle Teng?” Hong Zihai let out a playful laugh, his eyes sparkling with the excitent of watching a drama unfold.

As for Uncle Teng himself, his expression did not change in the slightest.

It was as though he had heard nothing, continuing his slow, steady pace toward the wedding stage.

Soon.

“Tap tap tap…”

With a series of crisp footsteps, three or four n dressed in black swiftly appeared.

These bodyguards were holding rubber batons that looked quite eerie.

Upon closer inspection, the rubber batons were specially made, two feet long, completely black, and the surface of the sticks was covered with nurous sharp, tal spurs that glinted faintly, chilling to the bone.

Without uttering a word, these bodyguards, with cold, concentrated expressions, held their heads high and tightly grasped their rubber batons.

Each of them was over six feet tall, with bulging muscles and an imposing aura.

As soon as they appeared, from a distance, they ford a wall-like barrier at the base of the wedding stage.

In an instant, whoosh whoosh whoosh…

all the rubber batons were fiercely raised, locking onto Uncle Teng who was approaching.

“How terrifying!!!”

With the appearance of the bodyguards, the thousands of guests at the three hundred tables shuddered, feeling imnse dread, their respect and fear for the Liu Family deepening.

They too were people of status with bodyguards in their own hos, but if their bodyguards were compared to those of the Liu Family’s?

In fact, the strength of the Liu Family’s bodyguards was one aspect, but on the other hand, half of these bodyguards were temporarily hired by Liu Tianxiong at great cost, since today was his son’s wedding day and they had to be prepared for any sudden ergency.

Unexpectedly, their preparedness turned out to be justified.

At this mont, seeing the terrifying aura of the bodyguards, Liu Tianxiong could finally breathe a little easier, not panicking and feeling a certain confidence.

But, to ensure his son’s safety to the fullest, Liu Tianxiong glanced at Zhu He again.

Zhu He nodded, and silently ascended the wedding stage, standing beside Liu Bulin.

Zhu He’s expression was solemn, as he could vaguely sense that Uncle Teng was very strong.

But now, it was too late for words — he could only stand by Liu Bulin’s side in complete silence and vigilance, protecting his safety.

Imdiately.

Uncle Teng was already in front of those three to four bodyguards!!!

“Hehe…” Uncle Teng suddenly laughed, catching everyone off guard, and following the smile, he gently uttered four words: “Chickens and dogs!”

No sooner had his voice fallen than Uncle Teng took the initiative to attack, with no fear, and directly moved forward aggressively.

The bodyguards’ complexions changed wildly almost at the sa ti.

None of them had expected that soone would dare to take the initiative to attack alone, and to do it so cleanly and decisively.

Instinctively, they swung their rubber batons fiercely, but shockingly, they couldn’t find Uncle Teng’s figure at all.

The target was lost.

What happened?

The bodyguards felt a sudden panic, an ominous premonition rising in their minds as they searched frantically, their eyes wide open in that split second, trying to find Uncle Teng’s figure.

The next mont.

Whoosh!

Before they could locate Uncle Teng, suddenly, a piercing friction sound ca through the air, like the blowing of a whistle, and the mysteriously vanished Uncle Teng reappeared, clearly before everyone’s eyes.

But, the seemingly ordinary Uncle Teng, at that mont, seed like a completely different person, radiating brilliance and a terrifying presence.

From the sleeves of his outfit he had sohow produced a one-foot-long curved knife, holding it in hand, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile at the corners of his mouth.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish…”

Uncle Teng moved with a fluidity of footsteps, his figure darting about, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The curved knife slid through the air, with its shadow flitting about, almost blinding onlookers, the only sounds being the puffs of impact.

Soon…

the air was filled with the rapid surge of the sll of blood, accompanied by the piercing screams and the sight of the black-clad bodyguards falling to the ground with a thud.

They couldn’t believe it!

The feeling was akin to seeing three or five suns in the sky.

“It can’t be…” from the depths of their hearts they all couldn’t help but growl and howl…

and their bodies turned icy cold, filled with endless horror.

Was this Uncle Teng still human?

Fighting three or four of them so easily?

He was completely overpowering!

Crucially, he was so abnormally, abnormally, abnormally deranged that as he swung that razor-sharp curved knife, there was a clear look of pleasure and obsession on his face!

And the black-clad bodyguards, who seed very powerful in their eyes, had no ability to resist at all, just like chickens eting a tiger.

Beyond the limits of imagination!

Completely beyond the limits of thought!

Everyone felt a chilling sting in their hearts, as if they were seeing the Grim Reaper, feeling the coldness in their souls…

About half a minute later, Uncle Teng abruptly stopped.

And at that mont, in front of him, all the black-clothed bodyguards had already fallen to the ground.

Blood flowed, staining the bright decorations, the cakes, the chocolate, and so on…

It was incredibly ghastly.

The stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

Yet, looking at Uncle Teng again, his whole body was covered in blood, including his face, but he also wore a smile, an intoxicating smile.

What was even more chilling was that Uncle Teng clearly licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, that act, more demonic than a demon itself.

The silence deepened!!!

Absolute silence!

Not even the sound of breathing!

Extre horror and terror made many forget to scream, leaving only the violent pounding of their hearts and breathlessness, along with uncontrollable streams of cold sweat.

Is this middle-aged man really…

really…

truly human?

He’s like a madman who’s crawled out of the Abyss of Hell!

Instantly.

“Da-da-da…”

Uncle Teng slightly restrained his smile, lifted his foot, and stepped onto the wedding stage.

At this point, Liu Bulin and Wang Yunyin were already scared to the point of nearly collapsing, supporting each other like they had been struck by a thunderbolt, their faces utterly devoid of color.

Especially Liu Bulin, whose veins were popping out, his body tense, frightened, and terrified to the point of cramping.

“Old fool, when I say I’m going to destroy the Liu Family, I an it.

I always an what I say.

You’d better open your eyes wide and watch clearly.

I’ll start by killing your son!!!” It was then that Hong Zihai began to speak with a laugh, his voice loud, still as brutal and manic as ever.

As he spoke, he gave Uncle Teng a look.

Liu Tianxiong remained silent, still lost in a muddled state of thinking and indescribable terror, the extre horror caging his thoughts like a prison.

His body had lost all warmth, leaving him as cold as a corpse.

“Senior, I ask you to give this old man so face!” Just as Uncle Teng was about to reach Liu Bulin, Zhu He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

At that instant, Liu Tianxiong finally had a glimr of thought return.

He frantically turned his head toward Zhu He, and his eyes, brimming with blood, conveyed an intense desperation and plea.

He begged Zhu He to save Liu Bulin.

“Give you face?” At the sa ti, Uncle Teng blinked his eyes, one eyebrow twitching with amusent as he stared at Zhu He, his gaze fierce and cold: “Old fool, you’re really the ultimate waste, reaching this age and still only at the Early Stage of the Mysterious Qi Training Realm.

So your face seems to be worthless.

And you know what?

I might as well send you to the Yellow Springs!

Wastes don’t deserve to live!”

As the words fell.

“Swoosh!”

Uncle Teng’s curved blade moved like a shadow.

Zhu He’s face drastically changed, instinctively trying to block and make a move.

But it was too late, far too quick!!!

In the blink of an eye, Zhu He felt a sharp pain in his wrist and his body retreated frantically.

His tendons were severed, and blood gushed out rapidly.

Zhu He groaned in pain, utterly horrified.

Ignoring the pain, he used all his strength to keep retreating, trying to get away from Uncle Teng.

But Uncle Teng was unrelenting, pressing forward with speed much faster than Zhu He’s retreat.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Zhu He, his presence cold and deadly, like the shadow of the Grim Reaper.

His curved blade, carrying the wind of death, swept toward Zhu He’s neck.

Zhu He’s eyes shrank in terror, nearly suffocating.

At that mont, he felt the approach of death, sharp, cutting, and undeniably real.

“My life is over!” Only this desperate thought remained in Zhu He’s mind.

However, Uncle Teng’s face was filled with excitent.

He enjoyed killing, reveling in it, especially killing Martial Cultivators, a delight that was intoxicating.

In his excitent, the blade in his hand moved even faster, like wind, like a shadow.

However.

It was at that very mont.

Suddenly.

Everything seed to co to a stop, as if frozen in ti.

Unexpectedly for Zhu He, unexpectedly for Uncle Teng, unexpectedly for Hong Zihai, unexpectedly for everyone present…

Like the descent of a ghostly deity, a young man inexplicably appeared beside Zhu He!!!

So sudden, so uncannily silent.

It was Su Chen.

At this mont, Su Chen’s face was expressionless as he locked eyes with Uncle Teng: “I wonder, is my face worth anything?”

Su Chen’s voice was soft, eerily quiet, yet that quietude carried an oppressive, breath-stealing weight.

At the sa ti, it was clear to see that Su Chen was holding Uncle Teng’s wrist that wielded the curved blade with a single hand.

Uncle Teng himself included, no one present saw how he grabbed Uncle Teng’s wrist.

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