627: C627 Heavenly Crying

C627 Heavenly Crying

2Dragon City, People's Park, Old Man Zhou's Courtyard.

A hint of blood-red flashed across Lu Chuanfeng's eyes. After forcefully breaking through the boundaries of cultivation and raising it to Saint Stage, a monstrous pressure dispersed and swept over like a tsunami. It was Yang Ping who wanted to devour a boat as large as a wave.

Yang Ping's face turned serious, she could not help but exclaim.

It was one thing if LEE Family sent LEE Chenfeng, but in order to kill him, Lu Chuanfeng had actually forcefully broken through that barrier.

Elder Zhou was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

He wasn't a saint, but he knew that the thrill that came from the trembling of the soul must have come from a transcendent realm, and only saints could do that. It was an indescribable yet incomparably wonderful realm, a place where one could not feel anything other than others. But it was real.

"Yang Ping, you're dead for sure!" Zhou Zhanlong squinted his eyes and said coldly.

For the sake of Tomorrow High School, he was willing to pay any price. Although this kind of price was difficult for people to understand, because he was one of the highest heads of the army and had great influence, he did not need to rush at all.

But Zhou Zhanlong knew that his life only had three days left, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Thus, he sent Yang Ping to find him and prepare the [Inescapable Net].

Doctor J was not reliable, but Lu Chuanfeng had become the strongest person to rely on. For a saint to kill Yang Ping was equivalent to crushing an ant. It was too simple. Zhou Zhanlong began to fantasize about the moment of obtaining a new life, it was wonderful beyond words.

Only Yang Ping replied coldly, the gaze in which she looked at Lu Chuanfeng with was filled with pity.

Yang Ping was the first person in the world who dared to look at a saint with eyes of pity, but he had sufficient reasons.

Lu Chuanfeng kept on increasing his aura, and looking at Yang Ping, he said coldly: "Yang Ping, you never would have thought that I would actually be able to break through, because of perseverance, it is eternal. "My path is one of perseverance."

A cold killing intent emanated from him.

Lu Chuanfeng felt an unprecedented feeling of power, so much that it surpassed any of his senses from before.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The limit of one's strength, the pinnacle of one's body, and the pinnacle of one's consciousness; when all of these things reached the pinnacle, one would transcend the mortal world and attain the Saint Stage. Lu Chuanfeng was agitated and his thoughts were no longer on Yang Ping, but rather, floating towards the distant capital, where a dragon was soaring and a tiger was leaping.

"You, do you have any last words?"

After breaking through, Lu Chuanfeng became a completely different person. His aura was floating like an immortal, and it was as if there was an eternal path beneath his feet that continued to exist forever. His aura was branded onto the void, eternally indestructible.

Yang Ping laughed, there was no fear like she had imagined. Instead, she was calm as she shook his head: "Ah, you're in too much of a hurry."

Lu Chuanfeng laughed sinisterly, carrying a fury that Saints did not have, and shouted: "You're still being stubborn even before death! Yang Ping, today you must die, no one can save you!"

"If you kneel down and repent, I can leave you with a corpse. Otherwise, I can use countless methods to make you live a life worse than death."

"You have no choice."

Every word was like a pearl in the heart, but it was full of the approval of the world. He was the only one who held the authority, and he had the aura of an invincible being. This was what a saint was. Endless energy surged through their body, and their body was like a bridge that connected heaven and earth to their body.

"Do you have any last words?" Yang Ping asked.

Zhou Zhanlong was startled, he thought he heard wrongly, but at this time, Yang Ping was still able to chat and laugh, he had no choice but to admire him. If it was anyone else, they would not dare to speak under the pressure of the saint.

This was the terror of saints.

"Boasting shamelessly!"

Lu Chuanfeng looked at him pitifully and said: "You and I are no longer on the same level. There is no meaning in talking any further.

He raised his hand and activated the Eternal Will, wanting to kill it.

However, Yang Ping did not dodge. Instead, she pointed to the sky and asked: "Do you know where we are?"

Lu Chuanfeng sneered: "My domain, I decide."

Yang Ping looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot, shrugged and said, "You're really dumb, then let me show you what this is?" He took out a command medallion. There was a unique mark on it, and it glittered with a green light as she smiled.

Lu Chuanfeng squinted his eyes. Suddenly, as if he had seen through the emblem, his face changed greatly as he raised his head abruptly. The sun had set in the west and the earth was calm again, but there was a great fear hidden within. Even though he was a saint, he could feel fear in the silence.

Dragon City, Madame Zhu.

Lu Chuanfeng finally remembered that this place belonged to the Dragon City and belonged to the Madame Zhu.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.

After leaving the Dragon City, there was still hope for killing Yang Ping. But if they stayed in the Dragon City, they would be turned into dust. No one knew better than him that the Madame Zhu would show no mercy to people who broke the rules, even if he was a subordinate of the Military God.

The moment the medallion appeared, the color of the sky and earth changed.

Yang Ping heaved a sigh of relief, as she admired Lu Chuanfeng's miserable figure.

Soon, he shot out of the city walls like a bolt of lightning, wanting to leave the Dragon City.

But no matter how fast he was, he wouldn't be able to escape Sky Law.

The token disappeared.

A beautiful figure appeared in front of him. Her white clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if she was in a fantasy. It seemed like a legend between the real and the illusory, and she could fly away at any time. She did not release the aura of a saint like Lu Chuanfeng, but the depression of her soul, far surpassed Lu Chuanfeng.

Like the spring wind and rain, there was no sound.

Madame Zhu made her move, grabbing towards Lu Chuanfeng.

Lu Chuanfeng was about to leave the Dragon City, his heart was in ecstasy. Becoming a saint was not something he could casually do, because at the time he did so, a saint would definitely die and leave behind his position so that he could advance, and he would make use of this opportunity to succeed.

"Military God, Madame Zhu, when I become stronger, you will only be my stepping stone."

He wanted to leave the Dragon City and establish his own sect.

Puff!

He crossed the city wall and was about to leave when he suddenly realized that there was an even larger city wall in front of him. Lu Chuanfeng bellowed: "Break apart!" His eternal will transformed into a sharp sword that pierced towards the wall.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

No matter how Lu Chuanfeng attacked, he was unable to break it. That wall was the door to the heart. It could not be seen through, and could not be left untouched.

He landed on the ground, looked at the sky in shock and fear, and shouted: "Madam, I am a subordinate of Lord Military God, please give me some face there, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

There was no response, only the rumble of the sky.

Lu Chuanfeng's heart sank, his face turned sinister as he said angrily: "Zhu Xue, you slut, why don't you leave me after I become a saint? "I'm leaving Dragon City, do you hear me …"

A large hand flew over.

Shrouding the sky and blotting out the sun.

The mortals' eyes seemed to see a black cloud and felt that it was about to rain in Dragon City. They quickened their steps to return home.

The black cloud was like a palm pressing downwards.2

Lu Chuanfeng was powerless as he watched the darkness descend in despair before painfully closing his eyes. He was angry, unwilling, and even resentful, but there was nothing he could do. The difference was too great. They weren't on the same level.

BOOM!

A light rain began to fall on the Dragon City, which then turned into a heavy rain. It was extremely majestic.

The thunder above the People's Park was especially loud, as if it were a thunderbolt hanging from the sky. Zhou Zhanlong muttered to himself, and said: "How is that possible, Saints, ah, why would they die?" He had placed all his hope on Lu Chuanfeng, who had become a saint. But he never thought that in the end, everything would be for naught.

Yang Ping silently experienced the heavy rain in Dragon City, but she did not avoid the rain. Instead, she stood in the rain and experienced the sorrow of a saint leaving.

It was a cry.

He finally sighed and turned away.

She was not interested in Zhou Zhanlong, because someone would come and stop him. Yang Ping believed in that person, so she had never worried about the problem of Tomorrow High School.

Zhou Zhanlong sat on the ground and muttered, "It's over, it's really over …"

Liao Zhi rushed forward, supporting Old Zhou, he shouted at Yang Ping: "Yang Ping, you are a soldier, and actually disobeyed the military order. How can you be worthy of the country, worthy of the head? "

Yang Ping fiercely turned her head, her eyes revealing a golden light as she coldly said, "If a soldier is only a tool of some people, I would rather be a traitor." With that, Liao Zhi left without a word.

Looking at Yang Ping's back figure, his voice resounded in her mind.

Liao Zhi was at a loss, and asked softly: "Elder Zhou, are we wrong?"

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