Shenwu Yutianlei

Shen Lingtian's voice was like a thunderbolt, exploding suddenly in the empty hall. The sound was so loud that even the walls seemed to shake. This voice not only successfully attracted Shen Yun's attention, but also made everyone present focus their attention on Shen Yiquan.

At this moment, Shen Yiquan felt as if he was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily. His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In an instant, he became the focus of the audience again, and the feeling of being stared at by everyone made him feel very uncomfortable.

Shen Yun turned his head and saw a cold light shooting out from Shen Yiquan's slightly loosened palm, like a silver lightning, cutting through the void, rushing towards him with a fierce momentum. As the distance between the two was close, Shen Yun had no time to react, and could only rely on instinct to slightly sidestep the vital point at the critical moment, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

Although Shen Yun avoided the vital points with his quick reaction, the speed of the cold light was too fast, as fast as a bullet. At the critical moment, although he tried his best to dodge sideways, the cold light still pierced into his shoulder like a shadow.

A sharp and piercing sound of "squeak" was heard, like the sound of a sharp blade tearing through cloth, which was horrifying. Following this heart-pounding sound, blood spurted out from Shen Yun's shoulder like a fountain, and the blood drew shocking arcs in the air, instantly staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was stunned by this sudden attack. Their faces were filled with disbelief and horror, as if they couldn't believe that what was happening before their eyes was real. In the originally quiet hall, there were only the sounds of people gasping for air and exclamations one after another.

Shen Yun had clearly shown great tolerance and generosity before. He forgave Shen Yiquan without holding grudges and did not even ask him for any compensation. In the eyes of everyone, Shen Yun had done his utmost and showed a noble demeanor and mind. However, now Shen Yiquan made such an unexpected move, which made everyone feel extremely confused and puzzled.

Could it be that jealousy can really make people so crazy and so irrational? Could it be that Shen Yiquan's jealousy was so strong that he completely disregarded any consequences and even killed those who had once tolerated him? People's hearts were full of doubts. They could not understand Shen Yiquan's behavior, nor could they imagine the darkness and distortion in his heart. At this moment, the whole hall was shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere, as if a dark cloud was hanging over everyone's heart.

"Yun'er, how are you?" Shen Batian was extremely anxious. He jumped to Shen Yun's side like lightning. His face was full of concern and anxiety. He asked with a trembling voice.

"Father, I'm fine. I didn't hurt anything vital. Don't worry." Shen Yun endured the severe pain in his shoulder and tried to force a smile to comfort his father. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still firm.

"Let go..." Shen Batian was furious, and turned to look at Shen Yiquan. He was about to lose his temper, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. However, he didn't have time to say anything.

"How dare you!" Shen Qingfeng, who was at the top, suddenly stood up. His tall and majestic figure stood like an insurmountable mountain, and he exuded a frightening majesty. His eagle-like sharp eyes shone with a cold light, as if he could freeze everything in place. The powerful spiritual power around him surged like a surging wave, and instantly enveloped the entire venue with a devastating power. Under this pressure, the air seemed to become stagnant, making it difficult to breathe, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on their hearts, making everyone present feel a chill in their hearts, and they even dared not breathe, for fear of angering this extremely majestic old man.

A powerful person at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm is so terrifying.

Shen Qingfeng's eyes were wide open, and they seemed to be spewing fire. There seemed to be a blazing flame in his eyes, and the anger was surging in them, almost bursting out. His face became extremely gloomy because of anger, veins on his forehead bulged, and his heart was filled with rage.

Then, he flashed like a flash of lightning, instantly crossing the distance of space, and appeared in front of Shen Yiquan at an astonishing speed. There seemed to be an invisible force pushing him around, making his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

Shen Yiquan was pinned to the ground by Shen Qingfeng's powerful pressure. He collapsed to the ground like mud, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of fear and despair. He stared at Shen Qingfeng with his eyes wide open, full of fear and helplessness, as if he saw the god of death waving at him.

His body was shaking violently and his teeth were chattering, making a "clucking" sound. He didn't even have time to beg for mercy. His heart was filled with regret and fear. He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake and that severe punishment would be waiting for him.

"Father, please spare Quan'er." Shen Lingtian, who was kneeling above, was extremely anxious. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. His eyes were full of pleading and eagerness. He quickly spoke to dissuade him. "He's just a child."

Shen Qingfeng looked grim, and ignored him. He suddenly raised his broad palm, and the spiritual power in his palm surged like waves. These spiritual powers quickly gathered together and turned into a sharp light, shining with dazzling light, and shot towards Shen Yiquan like lightning. Wherever this light passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to destroy everything.

Under Shen Qingfeng's incredibly powerful palm, Shen Yiquan was like a kite with a broken string, and was instantly blown away by an irresistible powerful force.

His body drew an arc in the air, and with the sound of bones breaking and a shrill scream, it crashed heavily into the wall in the distance. Under this violent impact, the wall had a deep dent, bricks and stones fell down, and a cloud of dust was raised.

Shen Yiquan's body collapsed against the wall like a puddle of mud, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose, staining his clothes scarlet. His eyes gradually became unfocused, and his breath of life was rapidly fading away.