2669: C2669 Heavenly Crying

C2669 Heavenly Crying

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

A hint of blood-red flashed across Lu Chuanfeng's eyes. He forcefully broke through his limits and raised his Saint Stage. A monstrous pressure spread out like a tsunami, wanting to swallow Yang Ping who was like a huge wave boat.

Yang Ping had a serious expression and couldn't help but sigh.

It was one thing if LEE Family had 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.

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

Therefore, he told Yang Ping to find him and prepare an inescapable net.

Dr. J is unreliable, but Lu Chuanfeng is the strongest. For a saint to kill Yang Ping was akin to crushing an ant. It was far too simple. Zhou Zhanlong began to fantasize about the moment of being reborn.

Only Yang Ping replied coldly, looking at Lu Chuanfeng with eyes full of pity.

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

Lu Chuanfeng continued to raise his momentum. He looked at Yang Ping with a cold gaze and said coldly, "Yang Ping, you can't believe that I could break through. It's because I'm persistent, so I'm eternal. "My path is one of perseverance."

A cold killing intent emanated from him.

Lu Chuanfeng felt an unprecedented feeling of power, even stronger than 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 excited. His thoughts were no longer on Yang Ping. Instead, they were headed towards the faraway capital, the place where tigers and dragons jumped.

"You, do you have any last words?"

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

Yang Ping laughed. He was not afraid like he thought. Instead, he was calm. He shook his head and said, "You are too anxious."

Lu Chuanfeng laughed sinisterly with a tone that a saint did not have as he shouted, "You're still being stubborn even when death is at hand. 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 stunned, he thought he misheard. At this time, Yang Ping was still able to talk and laugh, and he couldn't help but admire him. If it was anyone else, under the pressure of a saint, they would not dare to speak anymore, but luckily Lu Chuanfeng didn't target him, otherwise he would have to kneel down as well.

This was the terror of saints.

"Boasting shamelessly!"

Lu Chuanfeng looked at him with pity and said, "You and I are no longer on the same level, it's meaningless to nag. Go on, young master will wait for you there."

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

However, Yang Ping did not dodge. Instead, he pointed to the sky and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

Lu Chuanfeng sneered, "My domain, I'm the one in charge."

Yang Ping looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot. He shrugged and said, "You really are dumb. 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 he smiled.

Lu Chuanfeng's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, as if he had seen the token clearly, his face changed drastically. He raised his head abruptly. The sun was setting in the west and the earth was calm again, but there was great fear hidden in it. 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 Madame Zhu.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.

There was still hope of killing Yang Ping after leaving the Dragon City. However, if he stayed in the Dragon City, he would be reduced to ashes. No one knew better than him that Madame Zhu was merciless to people who broke the rules, even though he was Military God's subordinate.

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

Yang Ping heaved a sigh of relief as he 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 didn't release a saint's aura like Lu Chuanfeng, but that kind of soul suppression was way beyond Lu Chuanfeng's.

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

Madame Zhu made her move, grabbing towards Lu Chuanfeng.

Lu Chuanfeng was ecstatic as he was about to leave the Dragon City. Becoming a saint was not something he could casually do, because when he did succeed, a saint would die and leave behind his position so that he could advance. He seized the opportunity to succeed.

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

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 shouted, "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 couldn't 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 and looked at the sky in horror. He shouted, "Madam, I am Lord Military God's subordinate. Please give me some face and let me live. In the future, I will definitely repay you."

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

Lu Chuanfeng's heart sank down to the bottom. With a ferocious expression, he said angrily, "Zhu Xue, you bitch, why didn't you leave when I was promoted to a saint. I want to leave the 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 helpless as he watched the darkness descend in despair. Then, he closed his eyes in pain. 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, "How is this possible? A saint, why would they die?" He had placed all his hopes on Lu Chuanfeng, who had become a saint, but he had never thought that in the end, everything would be for naught.

Yang Ping silently experienced the heavy rain in the Dragon City. He didn't avoid the rain but stood in the rain, experiencing the sorrow of a saint leaving.

It was a cry.

He finally sighed and turned away.

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

Zhou Zhanlong sat on the floor and muttered, "It's over, it's really over..."

Liao Zhi rushed forward and supported Elder Zhou. He shouted at Yang Ping, "Yang Ping, you are a soldier, how dare you disobey the military order? How can you be worthy of the country, worthy of the head? "

Yang Ping abruptly turned his head as a golden light shone from his eyes. "If a soldier is only a tool of some people, I would rather be a traitor." With that, he left the dumbfounded Liao Zhi and left decisively.

As he looked at Yang Ping's back, his voice resounded in his mind!

Liao Zhi's eyes were blank as he asked softly, "Elder Zhou, are we wrong?"

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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