C1703 Tough
"Haha, that's true!" A Innate Stage deacon sneered, "The rise of any top family is bloody. Today's young master's funeral is the opportunity to attack other families. Whoever dares to disobey will have their head chopped off! Let's see who dares to offend the Yuwen Family! "
Such words spread quickly. Most of the disciples and guards of the Yuwen Family were very confident in themselves. They believed that the Yuwen Family was unparalleled in the world. From now on, they could act tyrannically in the Huangxuan Nation, and no one could stop them!
"This is crazy!"
Zhao Tianfeng said in a low voice. Even someone as strong as her, who had a strong killing intent, felt a little shocked in front of the incomparably heated and restless atmosphere in the Yuwen Family.
"The power makes people go crazy. These people are just chess pieces that can be abandoned at any time. "
Lee Yun looked at Yuwen Fu who was standing on the tall platform. As the patriarch of the Yuwen Family, how could he not know about the actions of the government and Lee Yun? However, he still forced the people of Yuwen Family to act according to his wishes. It could be seen that Yuwen Fu didn't care about the casualties of these people.
Perhaps, he had already entered the immortal cultivator realm, and his lifespan was equal to the heavens. So, he didn't care about the lives of ordinary mortals anymore.
"Choose!"
Yuwen Fu stood on the high platform. The strong wind made his clothes flutter. He coldly looked down at the people below. "I am going to come and pay my respects to my son Yu, and I am going to be killed here and be buried with him!"
The sound of a pin dropping could be heard in the martial arts arena.
"Very good, looks like all of you are willing to pay your respects to my son!"
Yuwen Fu nodded his head in satisfaction. He casually pointed to the front of the crowd. "From here on out, burn the incense and kowtow to my son! The ceremony must be completed, or else we will die together with him!"
Fuck you!
Everyone was cursing in their hearts, cursing all eighteen generations of the Yuwen Family's ancestors!
Lee Yun thought of one thing. No wonder Yuwen Fu had held it in. It turned out that Yuwen Fu was unwilling to fight with him earlier, so as to avoid disrupting the funeral ceremony.
Unfortunately, Lee Yun had to destroy it!
"Old Stephen. . . Dog. "
"Mister Yuwen!"
Just as Lee Yun was about to step out, a man with an accent of a middle-aged man walked out first.
As expected, it was Dechuan Liusheng whom Lee Yun had met before.
"This guy. . . What is he doing?"
Lee Yun was shocked. When he looked over, he found that Gong Changhua's face had turned pale green. Without thinking, he knew that Gong Changhua was regretting his decision to attend this stupid funeral. Now that he was in danger, everyone in Yuwen Family seemed to have gone crazy!
Yuwen Fu looked at Dechuan Liusheng coldly. His lips were tightly shut, and he didn't say a word. Anyone could see his killing intent.
Breaking his son's funeral ceremony was a capital offense!
"I am Dechuan Liusheng. Please endure in Cherry Blossom Country. "
Dechuan Liusheng continued to use the unfamiliar Mandarin to report his origin. In fact, there were several ways to divide Cherry Blossom Countrys in the Cherry Blossom Country. One was to divide the martial artists in the Shinobu Realm. The lower, middle, and upper ninjas corresponded to Acquireds, innates, Master Stage, and the other was to divide Warriors, large Warriors, and Great General Zheng Yi.
However, the Ninja World was the most famous way of addressing people, which was why Dechuan Liusheng called himself Great General Shang Yi.
"Cherry Blossom Country? Hehe. "
Yuwen Fu sneered, "It's just a small country. Even if it can produce a Master Stage, it's still the weakest of all Grandmasters. It's just a joke!"
Gong Changhua's face turned green and purple. The Master Stage that Yuwen Fu looked down upon, to him, had to be treated like a king.
"How shameless!"2
The crisp voice of a little girl rang out, causing many people to look over.
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