45: C45 He Killed Decisively

C45 He Killed Decisively

"Hmph!"

Shen Qingfeng coldly snorted. With the circulation of his true essence, the evil nature of the devil blade was like melted snow. In an instant, it turned into an obedient kitten, not daring to move.

He held the devil blade in his hand. Just as he was about to leave the arena, he discovered that Lee Qingshan on the opposite side had changed. A dangerous aura unexpectedly came from his body.

Shen Qingfeng's expression changed. He said in a somewhat flustered and exasperated manner, "Do you want to die!?"

"Hehe... Let's die together!" Lee Qingshan covered his wound with his left hand and smiled miserably.

He was a Pre-Sky Realm martial artist. For some reason, he had actually mastered the self-destruction technique, and now he wanted to drag Shen Qingfeng down with him!

Although the ancient cultivators lived in an era with abundant spiritual energy, the Great Dao competed, and the environment they lived in was even more cruel. In order to survive, they often fought and killed.

The most common result of a fight between two people was not the victory of one side, and there were even more cases of mutual destruction, because when a cultivator was forced into a dead end, he would often choose to self-detonate to drag the enemy down.

The power of self-destruction was roughly equivalent to the full force of a cultivator of a higher realm. Lee Qingshan's self-destruction would affect the entire arena.

At the critical moment, a bright blade light flashed. Lee Qingshan saw that the Hundred Battle Saber Technique had condensed into a form and was slashing at him...

He lowered his head. A devil blade had already pierced through his chest. The blade had penetrated through most of his body, and his life force was being absorbed by the devil blade.

Lee Qingshan slowly knelt down. "You... What realm are you at..."

His dull eyes suddenly regained a trace of spirit. Shen Qingfeng knew that this was the last moment of his life. This person's life had come to an end.

"Use your realm to differentiate. I am at the Xiantian realm."

A dead man didn't need to worry about leaking the secret. Shen Qingfeng told him his realm.

"A Xiantian expert less than 20 years old. I should have guessed it long ago. You are that kind of person..."

"The real bright moon of this world." Lee Qingshan murmured.

His life force was about to disappear, and his body fell to the ground.

"I finally can't hear the screams anymore. Those who died in my hands should rest in peace."

The black resentment that had wrapped around his body dissipated along with the wind, disappearing without a trace.

The Blade King of the generation had a smile at the corner of his mouth. In the end, he closed his eyes.

...

"Oh my god! He killed Saber King Lee Qingshan!"

"Hehe... This time, Wan Tianhao lifted a stone and smashed his own foot. There will be a good show to watch. "

"Gather all the information about this young man. No matter what price you have to pay, get him for me!"

"Ahhh!! He's too handsome! I want to marry him! I want to give birth to a monkey for Shen Qingfeng!"

"F * ck you! He's in his thirties! Can he even take a fancy to you?! How shameless! "

...

The audience was in an uproar. The originally handsome young man had transformed into Devil God and killed the Saber King with his bare hands.

Many sexy women took off their undergarments and waved them in their hands.

Women naturally admired the strong, and such young and cold strong people, even if they just looked at them coldly, felt like they were going to get wet.

Wan Tianhao sat blankly in the VIP seats, his hands unconsciously using strength, clenching until his joints turned white. He looked at the figure that fell on the arena, and his heart was in a tempestuous storm.

Lee Qingshan was the disciple that Master was most proud of. Now that he was killed, how could he account for it?

"He's actually so strong..." Lin Feng looked at the young man who was holding the devil blade. He was decisive and cold.

He had won the bet. He had escaped from the calamity, but he wasn't happy at all.

No one knew when, but Shen Qingfeng had become a dark cloud above his head. He had a feeling that he would be living in this man's shadow from now on.

Many people remembered Shen Qingfeng's name in this battle. He was a super expert who wasn't even twenty years old!

The result of the bet was quickly announced. Wan Tianhao had lost, and he needed to hand over the control of the sea.

Many people knew that a storm was coming.

The Jiangdong City was going to change!

...

In a special care ward in a tertiary Grade A hospital, Ang Zihao was lying on the bed with bandages all over his body.

Beside his bed stood a tall and sturdy middle-aged man. His aura was very strong, and he had been in a high position for a long time.

"Are you alright?"

The middle-aged man asked. His name was An Dingxin, and he was Ang Zihao's father. He was a major general in the army, and he was treated like a provincial minister.

When he saw his son like this, his eyes were full of love, but he did not show it.

Ang Zihao looked at the ceiling with empty eyes. Until now, he still remembered the mocking words he heard when he woke up from the intense pain.

"Ang Zihao, aren't you the Martial God of Halo? Why were you beaten into a dead dog? Hahaha..."

Fate was wonderful beyond words.

He was actually assigned to the same ward as Han Yichen. He easily crushed Han Yichen but in the end, his injuries were much more serious than this fellow.

"You are clearly so insufferably arrogant, but today, looking at your appearance, you are like an old dog whose spine has been broken!"

"Lie here properly! Yours Truly is not going to accompany you any longer! "

Although Han Yichen suffered internal injuries, the situation was not particularly serious. He had completed the discharge procedures today. His family had a specialized private doctor, and the conditions were much better than the hospital.

When there was only Ang Zihao left in the ward, he felt a little cold. The trauma in his heart was much greater than the pain in his body.

He had always been high and mighty in his life. It was the first time he fell so miserably. He could not accept it!

"Father, how is it going with the things I asked you to do?" Ang Zihao asked softly.

"Ah Hao..."

"I want him to pay the price!"

He was just an ordinary man with no background. Ang Zihao couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to use the power of his family to get rid of that man.

He would not lose. No matter what method he used, he had to win!

An Dingxin suddenly felt a trace of heaviness. He opened his mouth with difficulty. "Ah Hao, now is not the time to be swayed by loyalty..."1

"The critical moment is about to arrive. You know the competition in the family. Some people have already expressed their dissatisfaction with you. We should not act rashly at this time."

"It's very simple to kill that kid. You can do it at any time, but not now. You should know what that quota means to you."

Ang Zihao was silent. He was originally a noble family in Yanjing. Why did he have to come to Jiangdong City to study after leaving his hometown?

Was Yanjing lacking in education resources?

No! In Yanjing, schools like Halo could be found everywhere.

The reason he came to the Jiangdong City was to help his father fight for an important spot in the Jiangdong Military Department.

As long as he got it, An Dingxin's position in the family and the army would be greatly improved. A father was valued by his son!

"Father, I have been a chess piece for you since I was young, right? A chess piece that fights for your position and flattens obstacles to climb up..."

When An Dingxin heard his son's words, a complicated look flashed across his eyes.

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