Chapter 43: What's the Point of Killing? (3)

  The young master was stunned, and the surroundings were even more silent than a crow's call.

  After a brief silence, the townspeople burst into thunderous applause. It's clear that this young master is very unpopular, and it's likely that he bullied his neighbors in the past. Spoiled sons are often like this.

  Yi Feng had indeed cultivated for thirty years, and his state of mind was no longer as frivolous as it was in his past life. When he took action against others, he grasped the timing perfectly, only making them suffer some superficial injuries without harming their lives.

  Yi Feng slowly walked towards the young master, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, with a look of disdain on his face. The young master had been rampant in Shengjing City for many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a setback, and he was stunned on the spot.

  He smiled disdainfully and was about to leave again, because the people around him were gathering more and more, and he felt very uncomfortable under the gaze of the crowd.

  But just as Yi Feng turned around and took three steps back, he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy fluctuations behind him. Just as he was about to turn around again, he felt an enormous force rushing towards his back.

  Yi Feng was shocked and hurriedly used his strength to resist, but the massive force pushed him back over a dozen meters before exploding with a loud crash.

  Rumble...

  A loud noise burst forth, and Yi Feng's mouth was sweet, as he spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood.

  After all these years, Yi Feng was hurt for the first time. Even when Xingzi had awakened him back then, he had only pretended to be hurt. In this mundane world that he thought was completely harmless, he actually got hurt.

  It's okay, that powerful force was just a surprise attack, and it was only under Yifeng's unintentional control that it had such an effect. When Yifeng circulated his true yuan power, except for a burning sensation on his back, his injuries were instantly stabilized.

  Yi Feng turned around, only to find that all the civilians gathered around had been blown to pieces, not a single one was left alive.

  Only that young master, only he was unscathed, and with a smug expression, looked at Yi Feng who was covered in bruises. He also said: "You're asking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!" In his eyes, it seemed like Yi Feng was already a dead man.

  Yi Feng pretended to be on the verge of death and asked: "Was what you just used a divine spirit symbol from the immortal family?"

  "That young master proudly said: 'You have some insight, the one I used just now is the Ling Tian Xian Zi's gift to me, the Xian Jia Ling symbol explosion fire symbol. You weren't directly blown to death, and that's something to be proud of. My aunt said that even if it's a fusion period immortal, being hit by this explosion fire symbol will definitely die.'"

  Yi Feng was already furious, and now that he heard Ling's name, his anger reached new heights. He coldly shouted: "As expected, you're all a bunch of snakes and rats! Your aunt is no good, and her nephew is also a loser!"

  A crowd of onlookers, at least a hundred people, this young master actually vented his personal grievances, causing the unjust death of a hundred people, this heart is really extremely vicious.

  Yi Feng suddenly straightened his body, with a cold glint in his eyes. He walked steadily towards the young master and said, "Heaven's mistakes can be forgiven, but one's own mistakes cannot be tolerated! You, this waste of humanity, living in this world is also a waste of food, why not... go... die!"

  The last two words were dragged out very long, when the word "die" fell, he picked up speed, and with a single hand, he slapped the young master.

  The young master's face turned pale with shock, he never expected that Yi Feng could withstand the attack of his aunt's Xianjia Lingfu symbol. Seeing him coming to kill, with an aura of invincibility and unmatched momentum, he couldn't help but feel despair.

  "Can't you give Minghuo Sect some face? Spare Little Junior's life!"

  Yi Feng was about to slap that young master to death, when suddenly a beam of spiritual light shot over from the sky, extremely fast. Yi Feng could only withdraw his hand and dodge the attack by folding his body.

  She looked up and saw a woman floating in mid-air, as if she was walking on the wind, her movements light and ethereal, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

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