C19 (1/2)
”Young Master's strength?”
They had never seen such a terrifying person, a person who had the power to surpass the Fourth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage even though he was only at the first stage of the Spiritual Rotation Stage. Such talent, not to mention their insignificant Yunfeng City, was extremely rare even in the entirety of the Great Qi Kingdom, and it was not even possible for one out of a million people to produce one.
”Hahaha.”
Wu Zhan was especially happy, for his Wu family to produce a genius genius like Wu Chen, it was definitely their greatest fortune, smoke was coming out from their ancestral tomb.
”Brat, don't be so arrogant. Kill him!”
Qian Tong roared sinisterly, the only thing he wanted to do was to kill Wu Chen, he did not care about anything else.
With that order, the surrounding people immediately rushed forward and attacked Wu Chen.
”Since you all wish to court death, I shall grant your wish.”
Wu Chen took out a spear in his hands. This was a Jarring Gun, a gift from his father, Wu Zhan. Although it was of a low level, it represented his father's feelings, and Wu Chen had no reason to reject it.
Even Qian Tong and Tang Yan were not his match, let alone these small fry. Very quickly, they were all killed, and they couldn't even touch a single piece of Wu Chen's sleeves.
Holding the Jarring Gun, Wu Chen slowly walked towards Qian Tong and Tang Yan. Seeing this, the two of them were extremely terrified.
”Don't, don't kill me.”
Qian Tong trembled in fear, he had never seen such a terrifying Spiritual Rotation Stage cultivator before. Now that he regretted it, perhaps he should not have provoked this demon.
”Are you begging me?”
Wu Chen looked down from above and held the Jarring Gun in his hands. It was as if he was the god of death from hell.
Tang Yan was also extremely afraid, the fear that he had never felt before extended from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.
”Young Master Chen, it was all because of Qian Tong, if you want to kill him then kill him, I was only bewitched by him, please be magnanimous, Master will not let me off.”
Hearing that, everyone felt extremely disgusted. In order to live, this Tang Yan really did not know shame, he even dared to say such words.
Wu Chen smiled thinly. From the beginning to the end, he had never intended to forgive these two, he was not some benevolent person.
”Ah!”
”Ah!”
The Jarring Gun in everyone's hands cut open, bringing along two flower of blood. Then, to their horror, everyone saw Qian Tong's and Tang Yan's heads flying in the air. Their eyes were all wide open, and filled with fear.