986: C986 A Snap of the Fingers

C986 A Snap of the Fingers

Zhou Yi and the other two showed up at the restaurant early in the morning.

The three of them had no appetite, but Zhou Yi was planning to take a breather. Not only that, he could feel the unstable energy aura surrounding the hotel.

"It seems like they've really sent quite a few people. Are they afraid that we'll escape?" Ju Zhong twitched his mouth. He had a critical strike in his hand. If anyone dared to make a real move, he would explode this hotel. It was something from the L-Nation.

Zhou Yi didn't think much of it. He took a bowl of porridge and two plates of cold dishes, then sat down near the window. That was also the most eye-catching spot.

In the distance, in the building opposite the hotel, a dark Wood Silo's mouth was hidden.

He had been staring at this place for a few hours now, and the mission given to him by the higher-ups was to find a chance to kill a man with Hua Country.

He had seen the photo no less than ten times, and the person in it was sitting in the dining room across from him, eating.

Downstairs, Zheng Xiong walked out of his car and went straight to the front desk.

"Find out where Zhou Yi lives." Saying that, Zheng Xiong handed over a black card.

When the front desk saw the black card, he quickly stood up and bowed to Zheng Xiong, then began to inquire for him.

However, halfway through her investigation, Zheng Xiong suddenly waved his hand, "No need!"

Then he stepped toward the stairs.

Because he felt a wave of energy. From the Hua Country people he had come into contact with before, this kind of energy was unique to their cultivation methods.

Zheng Xiong was holding a silver Short Sword in his hand. The sword was something that he had refined with his blood and his heart was connected to it. More importantly, the Short Sword was hiding his style god.

A large part of the reason why Zheng Xiong wanted to prove himself in front of Ji Tian and his teacher was because of the divine dog ghost that he had created.

If he remembered correctly, Ji Tian's style god was only an Earth Binding Spirit. Even his teacher was only a Floating Spirit, so he felt that he was strong. His teacher's eyes should not only be on Ji Tian.

When he arrived at the sixth floor and entered the dining room, he saw the man sitting by the window.

It wasn't because Zheng Xiong had seen his photo, but because he was so good-looking that it was hard to ignore him.

Zheng Xiong curled his lips. Was such a weak man worth Ji Tian's caution?

There were two people sitting opposite him, a youth who was on par with him and an average middle-aged man.

Zheng Xiong felt that the three of them together wouldn't be enough to eat his kennels.

As a result, he walked forward with large strides. He wanted to send these three people to the underworld within one strike.

The man in the opposite room held the Wood Silo and aimed the scope at the man's head by the window. Then, he pulled the trigger.

However, the moment he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt that the barrel of his gun had been deflected.

As an outstanding sniper, he knew how far Wood Silo would have to be missed from this shot. Adding the distance between the two, the first bullet shot out would directly pass through the glass window beside Zhou Yi and then directly hit the LCD beside them.

Ah!

Following the scream, the entire restaurant instantly fell into chaos.

Compared to the screaming and running crowd, Zhou Yi's table was so calm that it made people feel like it was insane.

The LCD screen shattered. The program inside the screen was long gone, but Zhou Yi's eyes were still fixed on it and did not move away.

Zheng Xiong, who was valiant a second ago, could no longer remain calm after seeing Zhou Yi's calm expression.

But no matter what, he had to let this man experience the power of his style.0

He took another step forward.

The other party realized that his first Wood Silo had missed its target and immediately went to replenish the second Wood Silo.

However, after pulling the trigger of the second Wood Silo a few times, the bullet would not leave him alive.

"Is it broken?" The sniper was puzzled, but he did not stop there. He kept pulling the trigger, but the Wood Silo did not react at all.

"So evil!" The sniper made sure he was safe, and even poured out all the bullets from the Wood Silo. After confirming again and again that there was not a single bullet left, he finally pointed the Wood Silo tube at himself.

In the next second, flames shot out in all directions, and the man fell back while holding the Wood Silo in his hand.

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes, he wanted to use that thing to put him to death. If that person wasn't too stupid, then he was too dumb.

At this time, Zheng Xiong, who was less than four to five meters behind Zhou Yi, was gradually approaching him.

"Come closer!"

"Come closer!"

Zheng Xiong's eyes were filled with Zhou Yi's shadow. When they were about two meters away from Zhou Yi, Zheng Xiong suddenly stopped, raised the Short Sword in his hands and loudly chanted an incantation.

A lot of black smoke suddenly rose out from within the silver-white blade. Then, the black smoke came out …

In mid-air, it converged into a black animal.

The animal roared towards the sky and pounced towards Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi didn't turn around. He just calmly sat on the chair as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.

Wang Chuan and Ju Zhong, who were at the side, looked at Zhou Yi, who was sitting there calmly. The things in their hands were ready to go.

However, in the next second, the thing that was pouncing towards Zhou Yi in the middle of the air seemed to have seen something and stopped in its tracks. Then, it let out a sorrowful cry.

Zhou Yi curled his lips …

He slowly stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The God of Movement in mid-air didn't even have the time to make a sound before it disappeared.

The silver knife in Zheng Xiong's hand fell onto Zheng Xiong's toes the moment he lost his mind.

However, Zheng Xiong had already forgotten about the pain. He stared straight at Zhou Yi because he could feel that his style god had disappeared.

The Ghostdog was gone, not even a speck was left.

It was something he was proud of, and now it was just a snap of the fingers, and then it was gone.

Zheng Xiong wanted to run away, but what frightened him was that he couldn't move his body.

"Go back and tell your master that if he still wants something from you, then come and trade with me!" Zhou Yi slowly turned around and looked at Zheng Xiong indifferently.

Zheng Xiong looked at the handsome man in front of him. It was hard for him to imagine that his mode god had died at the hands of such a person.

At this moment, he finally understood why Jing Man wanted to waste their extra energy. If he didn't, Zheng Xiong really couldn't think of any way to win against them.

Could this be the supreme power and mana of that ancient land?

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiong didn't care about anything else as he turned around and started running down the stairs …

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