Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

Then, a murderous aura enveloped Zeng Wenyao, making him tremble.

"what…………"

The next moment, overwhelming and heart-shaking screams rang in Zeng Wenyao's ears, forcing him to open his eyes.

Just as he opened his eyes, his eyelids suddenly twitched and his pupils dilated sharply, as if he had seen the most horrifying scene in the world.

This description is actually pretty accurate.

The overwhelming screams gradually faded away, and the whole street returned to peace.

Zeng Wenyao's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, his face dazed and his body shaking uncontrollably.

"What on earth happened?" he murmured.

What he saw was that all his friends were lying on the ground, breathless. Their bodies were intact except for a deep bloodstain on their necks.

The expressions on these people's faces were still ferocious, and it seemed that they died in unclear circumstances.

Hot, bright-colored blood flowed out of these people's bodies, dyeing the entire street red. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people feel sick.

A sword seals the throat.

Feng Yu just launched an attack and killed dozens of people instantly, with ease, as if he had done something insignificant.

The pedestrians around had already been frightened by Feng Yu's methods. Their bodies suddenly stiffened on the spot, and they looked at Feng Yu as if they were looking at a devil.

These people had never seen such a scene in their lives, and their legs felt weak for a moment.

Jin Wei also walked out of the Jinhang Chamber of Commerce. When he saw the scene on the street, he was also stunned, and then he let out a bitter smile.

These people could pick on anyone else, but they had to pick on Feng Yu, who was fearless.

What is this called?

Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven.

Feng Yu took out a purification talisman from his storage bag and threw it on the street. He dealt with dozens of corpses in an instant and made the street clean and tidy.

Then, Feng Yu took a step forward and slowly came to Zeng Wenyao.

Zeng Wenyao was completely frightened by Feng Yu's murderous side. He kept staring at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

He had always lived a life of luxury and would kill anyone he disliked, but he had never seen such a scene before and felt helpless and desperate.

Then, noticing that the sunlight around him was blocked, he looked up.

What caught his eyes was Feng Yu's harmless smile.

"Oh, devil..."

Zeng Wenyao was so frightened that he jumped up, got on all fours, and tried desperately to get away from Feng Yu, away from this devil.

But there was no way Zeng Wenyao could escape from Feng Yu's hands. The moment he jumped up, Feng Yu grabbed his neck.

Zeng Wen Yao was lifted up and slowly placed in the air, which made Zeng Wen Yao's eyes look even more frightened.

He saw a hint of murderous intent in Feng Yu's eyes.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I was wrong, I will give you whatever you want."

For a moment, Zeng Wenyao began to tremble violently and his face turned pale.

An unspoken stench emanated from his crotch, causing Feng Yu to frown and causing everyone present to shudder.

Zeng Wenyao was so despicable that he peed his pants without anything being done to him. He was simply a paper tiger.

As the grandson of the Tianbao Sect's grand elder, he has such a weak mental quality, which is really laughable.

"nausea."

Feng Yu threw Zeng Wenyao to the ground fiercely and quickly used the purification talisman on himself, fearing that he would be contaminated by something bad.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Zeng Wenyao was knocked to the ground by Feng Yu. Although he felt pain, he kept repeating these words.

"court death."

Looking at the miserable Zeng Wenyao, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel upset. He drew the Golden Dragon Sword again, and released a murderous aura.

He did not have such a strong murderous intention towards Zeng Wenyao, but Zeng Wenyao was accidentally scared to death by him, which aroused his strong murderous intention.

There are so many good times to be scared to the point of peeing, but it has to be when you lift it up.

Roar.

Instantly, the Golden Dragon Sword let out a dragon roar and flew towards Zeng Wenyao's neck, fast and sharp.

"Be merciful."

At this moment, a rather old voice sounded, and the entire void seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Instantly, a silent aura swept across the entire venue, making the temperature on the street seem to rise several degrees.

Feng Yu's movement with the Golden Dragon Sword suddenly stopped three inches in front of Zeng Wen Yao's neck. If he moved forward a little more, he would be able to kill Zeng Wen Yao.

The strong murderous aura woke Zeng Wenyao up suddenly.

"Is there any expert here?"

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, gradually became serious, and became a little alert.

Only a high-level spiritual master could render him unable to move in an instant.

The next moment, an old man in a loose black robe appeared in front of everyone.

This man had gray hair, was seven feet tall, had cheeks as sharp as knives, and deep eyes, like a long sword covering the sky.

It seemed as if standing there, even the air had to avoid its edge.

The faint aura emanating from this person made Feng Yu's pupils shrink slightly.

Because Feng Yu felt that the old man's strength was unfathomable, he was actually a powerful person in the Xuanfa realm.

As soon as it appeared, it shocked everyone.

The people on the entire street were frightened by this and suddenly became silent, not daring to say a word.

And this person is none other than the grand elder of Tianbao Sect, a powerful person at the first level of Xuanfa Realm, and Zeng Wenyao’s grandfather - Zeng Wu.

Such a powerful person actually came. Is it a coincidence or intentional?

Feeling Zeng Wu's breath, Zeng Wenyao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly regained his clarity of mind.

He looked up and immediately saw Zeng Wu standing not far from him with a look of ecstasy on his face.

"grandfather."

Zeng Wenyao immediately felt emboldened, got up from the ground, and ran back to him as if he had seen a savior.

"Grandpa, my grandson has been bullied. You must stand up for him."

When Zeng Wenyao came to Zeng Wu, he burst into tears and kept crying to him, like a bullied daughter-in-law.

He pointed at Feng Yu and kept telling about Feng Yu's "evil deeds", portraying Feng Yu as an unforgivable devil, and himself as someone who had suffered a great injustice.

Listening to Zeng Wenyao's accusation against Feng Yu, everyone couldn't help but have an idea in mind.

"Feng Yu is done."

"Zeng Wenyao's grandfather who always protects his people is here. Now Feng Yu can't escape even if he has wings."

For a moment, everyone prayed silently for Feng Yu in their hearts.

After listening to Zeng Wenyao's story, Zeng Wu looked at Feng Yu expressionlessly, and then looked at Zeng Wenyao deeply.

"Grandpa, kill him quickly to avenge your grandson."

Zeng Wenyao looked at Zeng Wu with hope.

"Asshole."

Suddenly, a huge slap sounded, shocking everyone.

Zeng Wu cursed Zeng Wenyao angrily, and then a pair of strong hands suddenly slapped him in the face.