Chapter 1158 (1/2)

With his head slightly lowered, Yan Zhiyuan's eyes flashed away.

As the master of the Yan family, Yan Zhiyuan was beyond the reach of people in terms of strength and mind.

Kneel down, so what?

There are only three people here, he, Yin Cong and Lin Feng. There is no fourth person. Even if he kneels down, he will not lose the so-called ”face” of the patriarch. Yan Zhiyuan knew Lin Feng's strength completely. It was beyond his level. Even if he tried his best, it was just a mantis.

Better than Hong Zhan and Youming were killed, not to mention that he was only a junior saint.

Lin Feng wants to kill him. It's easy. Running away is a joke in front of such strong people.

Since this road doesn't work, we have to take another road!

Hard ones don't work. Soft ones.

The gap of strength is irreparable. Lin Feng's working methods can also be seen, hard, resolute and straightforward. This kind of warrior is often tough, but... His weakness is probably his ”heart”. He is firm outside and soft inside, and pays attention to emotion and righteousness.

This can be seen from Lin Feng's complete disregard for everything in order to save the woman.

One anger is a beauty!

Yan Cong had no idea at this time. He felt ”cold” naked for the first time, which was cold from the bottom of his heart. At this time, Lin Feng's breath was completely exposed, and his strong and extreme killing intention covered everything. The bloody light in his eyes was not as kind as Yin Zhiyuan's ”bet”.

From the beginning, Yin Cong was doomed to the end.

”Death!” Lin Feng's eyes were bright and cold. In the self state, the twinkle of the pupils like the sky opens a crack, and the rich and extreme power is accompanied by the killing breath, just like a flaming bird singing loudly and flying to Yin Cong.

Invisible, but extremely terrible power!

Scold! Yan Cong opened his mouth wide and his eyes were stunned.

That is the strength far beyond the limit of human martial arts. The forest wind is suspended in the air, and the killing breath in the eyes is brilliant.

”Peng!” Yan Cong's head burst and his plasma burst.

Yan Zhiyuan beside him only felt a terrible breath coming, but he was splashed with blood when he just shook Hubei, and he didn't know what had just happened. But one thing he was sure of was that his only son, Yin Cong, had disappeared.

Dead!

Right under his nose, killed!

”Bang!” the body without head lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground, dusty.

Quiet to the extreme.

At this moment, time seems to stop.

Yan Zhiyuan still knelt to the ground, but his face changed violently. He was beaten unexpectedly, but he was close at hand, but he didn't even know how his son died. Just feel a breath of terror coming, with the breath of extermination, it is over.

…

No mercy.

No sympathy at all.

”You can't live because you have done evil.” Lin Feng's voice came from the ice cellar.

Suspended in the air, the pure light in my eyes just flashed away. What Yin Zhiyuan didn't know was that Lin Feng's real unique skill against the ancient family's senior law enforcement envoy Lei Xiong was used for the first time at this moment!

If it's just a small fight, maybe it can be forgiven.

But what Yan Cong committed was an unforgivable felony!

Daring to strike Qin Qianqian's idea and using such despicable means has completely touched the inverse scale of Lin Feng.

Dragon scale!

Who can bear, who can't bear!

”Everyone can kill such adulterous thieves.” Lin Feng's eyes were cold and looked to Yin Zhiyuan. ”Your indulgence led to this situation. As a father, you are duty bound to cut off your arm and I'll let you live.”

”If not...” Lin Feng shot quickly in his eyes, ”kill him together!”

A naked threat.

Facing a saint is like stepping on an ant.

Lin Feng's voice made Yan Zhiyuan pale and his body trembled. He had just experienced the pain of losing his son, but now another order came. Yan Zhiyuan's teeth clenched, but he knew that what Lin Feng said would never be a lie.

Is it a desperate battle to avenge your son and keep the last share of self-esteem?

Or... Give in?

”Thank you, master!” Yin Zhiyuan clenched his teeth, flashed the light in his eyes, and made a decision. Suddenly, a cold light fell, accompanied by the sound of crisp splitting. Click! The left arm with blood light fell to the ground, and Yan Zhiyuan's face was pale and sharp.

He chose to protect himself.

”Wow! ~” Lin Feng's eyes glittered slightly.