C245 Feng Ze's Death!
C245 Feng Ze's Death!
"Chu Lin, I am Yi Yun's junior brother!"
Yi Yun?
Chu Lin frowned and stopped where he was. The Dark Flame in his hand was still burning, waiting for his explanation.
Fong Ze took a deep breath and said, "Chu Lin, I didn't mean to offend you. I heard you are Yi Yun's fiancé. So, i..."
Fong Ze racked his brains but could not think of any excuse. Looking at Chu Lin's sneering face, he knew that he was going to suffer, so he could only make up an excuse.
"Chu Lin, I am here to protect you. I am here to test your strength. If you are stronger than me, then I don't need to protect you anymore... Hehe."
"Protect me?" A hint of ridicule flashed across the corner of Chu Lin's mouth. "Why did I hear you say 'Chu Lin, come out and face your death' when you entered? Could it be that I heard it wrong?"
Fong Ze's face stiffened. He had always relied on his strength to bully others. He was not good at lying. After being exposed by Chu Lin, he did not know how to recover. He could only lean against the corner of the wall and gasp for air.
"You can't kill me. I am a disciple of Xingmo Palace. I am a distinguished guest of City Lord's Mansion..."
"Are you done?" The Dark Flame on Chu Lin's fingertip suddenly surged. "After saying that, I'll send you on your way!"
"Boom!"
A large ball of Dark Flame smashed towards Fong Ze. It was surrounded by the fog of the Dark Domain, and Fong Ze had nowhere to hide.
"Don't!"
Lao Yuquan suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?" Chu Lin turned his head.
"I want to say, don't damage the house..." Lao Yuquan looked at the Dark Flame that burned a big hole in the wall. When the energy spikes on the roof were burned, they were full of holes. He sighed helplessly. It was too late to say anything now.
Money did not hurt, but it would take time to repair these things. They could only suffer a little these days.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Fong Ze rushed out of the Dark Flame. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would die for sure. Fong Ze pulled his horse with all his strength and sped in the direction of City Lord's Mansion.
There were the disciples of Xingmo Palace there, as well as the City Lord and Chief Soldier. They would never allow Chu Lin to do whatever he wanted! However, this place was twenty minutes away from City Lord's Mansion!
He was not dead yet!
Chu Lin couldn't help but sigh at the life force of this Xingmo Palace disciple. If it was an ordinary bloodline warrior like the Blood Evil Gang Master, he wouldn't be able to withstand Chu Lin's Dark Flame burning a few times! He only needed one time!
Chu Lin lifted his leg and chased after him.
On the street, he saw four registered disciples of the Xingmo Palace standing by the roadside. Fong Ze was one of them.
"Senior disciple Fan, save me! Chu Lin wants to kill me, save me!"
Fong Ze hid behind Fann Qishui and shouted in fear, "I am a disciple of the Xingmo Palace, you can't just watch me die!"
Fann Qishui looked at Chu Lin helplessly, "Chu Lin, according to the rules of the Xingmo Palace, I have to save him! I'm sorry! "
"Xingmo Palace is really overbearing!" Chu Lin's eyes lit up and he let out a cold snort.
Fann Qishui smiled and said, "The Xingmo Palace is overbearing because they are strong enough! You should be happy about this. After all, your fiancée Yi Yun is the young master of the Xingmo Palace!"
Fann Qishui added in his heart, on the premise that Senior Sister Yi Yun still cared about Chu Lin ten years later. Otherwise, Chu Lin would be nothing!
"What if I have to kill him?"
Chu Lin's aura became stronger, and the Dark Flame burned fiercely.
"Then we have to fight!" Fann Qishui was fearless. Just by looking at the Dark Flame, he had gained a direct understanding of the Dark Flame. However, he would never be afraid of it. No matter how strange the ability was, it would not be able to overcome the huge gap in strength!
Boom!
Fann Qishui slightly released his aura. A button on the front of his shirt broke open. The dust on the ground swept into the air, and his long hair fluttered in the wind.
Hmm?
Chu Lin's eyes slightly narrowed. This Fann Qishui's Gene Energy was like an ocean! This person should have been a bloodline martial artist for a very long time! There were too many gene chain in total. Just the amount of attributes alone was enough to crush him.
Hiss - whoosh -
Just Fann Qishui alone was enough to make Chu Lin feel extremely troubled, not to mention... He has three junior brothers behind him! Every single one of them was a bloodline martial artist!
Chu Lin was silent for a moment before he turned around and left. "For Yi Yun's sake, I will spare Fong Ze once. The next time I see him, I will definitely take his head!"
Chu Lin went into the villa's main door. Fann Qishui stood by the side of the road and watched quietly.
"Chu Lin, you can become so strong in such a short time. Not bad, I admire you more and more!" Fann Qishui turned around and sighed. "Unfortunately, compared to Senior Sister Yi Yun's talent, you are still much worse! Senior Sister Yi Yun is someone who can make Xingyun Devil Master praise her!"
Fann Qishui jumped up and threw his three junior brothers on the road, then he quickly left.
" Luo Cang! Ding Zhen! The two of you send Fong Ze to City Lord's Mansion. I have something to take care of first. Don't wait for me after the Great River remains are opened!"
Fann Qishui's figure was nowhere to be seen on the street.
Luo Cang and Ding Zhen looked at each other, and a strange expression flashed across their faces.
Fong Ze shrank his body. Somehow, he felt very cold. "Senior Brother Luo, senior Brother Ding, let's go back quickly! If Chu Lin comes back with the God Slayer, it will be troublesome! "
"Yeah, what if Chu Lin comes back..."
"That will be really troublesome!"
Caw! Caw! Caw!
A crow on a tree was shouting at the top of its lungs. It could smell the scent of death.
"Ahhhhh!"
Fong Ze and his two senior brothers had walked less than a mile when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a palm coming out of his chest. It was holding onto the wet and dirty weapon.
"Senior brother Luo! You!"
Another sword pierced through the back of his head. This time, it was Ding Zhen!
Fong Ze was puzzled. With great difficulty, he turned around to look at his two senior brothers. "Luo Cang, ding Zhen! You two... bastards!"
Ding Zhen chuckled. "Fong Ze, don't blame our senior brothers for being ruthless. This is truly a rare opportunity. Not only can we pour the dirty water on Chu Lin, we can also secretly eliminate a competitor! Where can we find such a good opportunity!? "
Luo Cang was even more disinclined to open his mouth. He only snorted, then extended a bloody palm. After that, he pressed both hands on Fong Ze's head and gently twisted it.
Crack!
Fong Ze's head and body separated. He swallowed the last words that he hadn't said yet.
Ding Zhen rolled his eyes. "Old Luo, I still want to be proud of myself a few more times. Why did you kill him so early?"
"If it's too late, things will change. I don't like accidents?"
Luo Cang said softly, "Quickly go back and report to Jin Hong!"
In City Lord's Mansion, when Luo Cang and Ding Zhen returned, they brought back a charred corpse. A few disciples of Xingmo Palace saw it and stood up in unison.
"It's Fong Ze!"
"Who killed him?!"
"Who was it? How dare you touch the people of Xingmo Palace?! You're courting death!"