183: C183 A Vicious Restriction

C183 A Vicious Restriction

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"Everything is done by the boss, I'm just a driver..."

Very quickly, the driver Little Wang began to hug his head and shout, completely unable to differentiate between reality and dream.

"Boss Huang? This is our first time meeting. Why are you running?"

The three of them finally walked over. The one leading them was a handsome young man. He stood in front of Huang Bo with a harmless smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

Fatty Huang's face was full of fierceness, and his imposing manner increased a bit. He looked like he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Hehe, it seems like you have too many people who forget things. Do you know him?"

Shen Qingfeng shook his head and pointed at Lin Feng.

"You are... Lin Feng? Impossible... You are not..."

Fatty Huang carefully observed for a while and finally recognized the owner of this swollen face.

His pupils contracted, thinking, could it be that the evil ghost is seeking his life?

However, there shouldn't be a shadow of a ghost!

"It's not dead, right? It was taken care of by Boss Huang and survived a great disaster."

A ferocious smile emerged on Lin Feng's face. Mr Shen had used the intelligence network of Yanjing to quickly find some clues.

The villa that Singh and the others lived in was rented by Huang Bo!

This group of Indian was very unfamiliar with the situation in Jiangdong. They had never dealt with him before, so why would they come to his house in the middle of the night?

It must be this kid who sold him!

"So it's Boss Lin! Look at how mysterious you guys are. I thought someone was here to mess things up. You made me nervous."

"Aiya! Brother Feng, what happened to your face? It's quite serious, this thing..."

The expression on Fatty Huang's face quickly turned from dark to bright, and he revealed a flattering smile.

"Hmph!"

Lin Feng was so angry that he turned his head to the side. He was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating this damn fatty up.

After so many years, this was the first time he had seen someone who was even more shameless than him.

"Stop pretending. I was the one who killed Singh. That idiot said everything before he died!"

"You colluded with the cultivators of the Land of Barbarian and betrayed them. It's enough for you to die a hundred times. Tell me all the information about Young Master Ye and I'll leave you with an intact corpse."

Shen Qingfeng went straight to the point, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Wh... What Singh... Young Master Ye..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Boss Lin, is this guy drunk? What's going on?"

When Fatty Huang heard that Singh was killed, his first reaction was disbelief.

Did he think that Tribulation Stage warriors were cabbages?

If he wanted to get rid of Singh and not attract the attention of the outside world, he would need Chang'ang Sowrd to do it himself!

How old is this young man? Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, his strength shouldn't be so exaggerated!

"Hmph! Stubborn."

"The heavens have the virtue of living. Unfortunately, you can't even grasp your last chance."

"Soul Devouring!"

Shen Qingfeng made his move. His right hand turned into a claw and slapped on Huang Bo's head. Terrifying divine soul power surged, instantly filling this person's soul into countless pieces!

Soul Devouring was an extremely sinister cultivation technique. The person who was struck by it would easily lose his soul and lose the chance to reincarnate.

Because this technique could harm the heavens, it was once listed as a demonic cultivation technique in the ancient cultivation world and no one was allowed to cultivate it.

Under the effect of Soul Devouring, Fatty Huang's body underwent a strange change, and actually began to rapidly expand. Very soon, he became a ball, emitting a destructive aura.

"Oh no!"

Shen Qingfeng's pupils shrank. He instantly retreated to Xu Jing and Lin Feng's side. Both of his hands quickly formed a seal, and a golden light barrier appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

The moment the formation was formed, Fatty Huang's body expanded to its limit, and a violent explosion occurred.

This explosion covered half of the underground garage and seemed to welcome a small-scale earthquake. The Bentley Mumshang, which had landed over five million yuan, was also hit by the explosion and was unable to find even a complete part of it.

As for the driver, Lil 'Wang, he had long disappeared without a trace. He had completely disappeared.

"Who is so vicious that they actually set up this kind of restriction in the souls of their subordinates..."

When the aftermath of the explosion ended, Shen Qingfeng withdrew the formation. He frowned slightly and stared ahead.

After the yellow wave disappeared, his soul and blood turned into a kind of black smoke and gradually condensed into a human shape. He opened his pair of empty eyes and looked over.

"Those who offend my sect will be punished even if they are far away."

That human figure actually released a mournful howl, shaking this underground space.

"Hmph! Trying to act mysterious? If I'm not mistaken, you are that Young Master Ye from the Devil Cult!"

"In my opinion, you are just a man hiding in the shadows. If you dare to come here, I will definitely kill you!"

Shen Qingfeng smiled coldly. The person behind the scene had finally shown himself.

Huang Bo said that he was just a mortal after all. Behind him was Young Master Ye controlling everything in Jiangdong.

"Who are you? Why did you kill my subordinates?"

At this moment, the black fog's gaze became even more focused, and the tone of its voice became more emotional.

"Shen Qingfeng!"

"I didn't know it was your subordinate, but I was the one who killed Singh. You will be next."

Shen Qingfeng raised his middle finger and made an international gesture. He had always looked down on people who hid themselves.

"Interesting..."0

Young Master Ye had set up this kind of restriction to ensure that the secret in Huang Bo's brain would not be leaked.

It could be used as the Thousand Mile Eye, but it would not last for long. In just a short while, it showed signs of dissipating.

"I look forward to meeting you. If you can walk to me alive!"

After saying that, the black mist disappeared just like that...

At the same time, on a peak thousands of miles away, a young man in a black suit was sitting cross-legged on the Thousand Years Black Ice, cultivating.

Not to mention the bone-piercing cold here, there were no animals that could survive.

Just the wild wind here made it difficult for ordinary people to sit still on this ice block. If they were not careful, they would fall a hundred thousand feet off the cliff.

This person had been cultivating for an unknown period of time. He was Young Master Ye from the Devil Cult.

"Shen Qingfeng... he should be the new disciple of Chang'ang Sowrd from Yanjing!"

"Sword hums the mountains, a sword opens the Heavenly Road. His potential is not bad. He might become a hindrance to the Devil Cult."

He slowly opened his eyes, and a divine light flashed across his eyes. The cold wind that filled the sky paused for a moment.

"Master, do you want us to attack?"

At this time, a hoarse voice came from the side.

This person's ability to conceal his aura had already reached the Transformation Stage, and through disguising himself, he had already merged with the surrounding environment. It was simply impossible to detect his existence with the naked eye.

"Chang'ang Sowrd's subordinate, it's not convenient for us to attack him directly. We will put the mission of killing Shen Qingfeng on the Dark Ranking. The reward is a Top Quality Spirit Stone!"

"Also, tell Yin Du about Singh's death and let them handle it themselves!"

The Dark Ranking had a long history. Anyone who made it onto the list would become the target of the cultivation world.

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