Chapter 737: Yan Zhen’s Death! (2/2)

Lin Feng glanced at Yan Zhen. Lin Feng wanted to kill him, but at the same time he didn’t feel comfortable. If he killed Yan Zhen, San Country would collapse, and Lin Feng felt it wasn’t fair for San Zun.

Even though Yan Zhen and San Zun weren’t related by blood, Yan Zhen was the leader of San Country, one of the pillars of the country.

“Don’t be softhearted. It’s a dangerous thing,” Jing Wu Hen told Lin Feng icily.

Lin Feng knew he was sensitive and softhearted sometimes, but it wasn’t easy to change.

Jing Wu Hen knew that Lin Feng was struggling to come back to his senses.

“He had the Third Master come here to kill you. Remember that. He also stole your Primal Chaos Beast, and he was about to make a blood pact with it. Don’t you want to kill him?

“I know what you’re thinking, but let me tell you one thing, If you kill Yan Zhen, I’ll tell you where San Zun’s descendants are, and then you can go and see them,” said Jing Wu Hen. He was trying to bring Lin Feng back to his senses.

Lin Feng raised his head and nodded. He glanced at Yan Zhen. This time, his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Yan Zhen realized he was in danger. Death was a part of the game. He was just extremely sad to leave his daughter Yan Tian Jiao behind.

“Lin Feng, I have one last request before dying. Please don’t kill Little Jiao,” implored Yan Zhen.

Lin Feng nodded his agreement. Yan Tian Jiao wasn’t his enemy, Yan Zhen was. As long as Yan Tian Jiao didn’t try to avenge her father’s death, Lin Feng wouldn’t take the initiative to kill her.

“Alright, I accept,” Lin Feng nodded.

Yan Zhen smiled broadly. A dagger appeared in his left hand, and he drove it towards his heart. He didn’t want to be killed by someone. It would be a final defeat.

“You think you can commit suicide? Dream on!” shouted Lin Feng. He threw himself at Yan Zhen at bullet speed, stabbing Yan Zhen in the heart before he even had time to commit suicide. Blood gushed out. Yan Zhen’s eyes were wide open as he collapsed.

Yan Zhen’s Qi disappeared. A high-level Supreme God had fallen.

“No! Father!” shouted a grieving voice. Lin Feng sensed a gust of wind and suddenly Yan Tian Jiao appeared and took her father’s corpse in her arms. She fell on her knees and burst into tears.

“No! Father! Wake up! Father!” Yan Tian Jiao shook her father’s corpse, hoping he would wake up, but he was already dead.

Yan Tian Jiao sat down on the ground and cried loudly. She was devastated.

“…. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH………. He’s dead……..”

Yan Tian Jiao’s face became extremely pale. A smile of pain and despair appeared on her face.

Lin Feng and Jing Wu Hen were intrigued by her reaction.

A white light flashed; a dagger had appeared in Yan Tian Jiao’s hand, the dagger Yan Zhen had taken out a moment before. She drove the dagger towards her heart.