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Their gazes directly fell on Jiang Feng, and coldly asked: "What does this person have to do with you, and where did he come from?"
When they asked that question, the two of them felt a tinge of fear in their hearts, because the trajectory of Jiang Feng's rise to prominence was too abnormal. They felt that there was an expert guiding him from behind.
"You are not worthy of knowing!" Jiang Feng retorted coldly.
Ye Weiran and Long Qingtan's expressions froze. They had just been choked by the ancient robed old man and did not deserve to know, but now, they were choked by Jiang Feng as well. They also said that they were not qualified to know, causing their expressions to turn cold.
"Who cares who you are, this is the Eight Desolations Pavilion, not an ordinary place. If you want to kill people here, first prepare to be killed!" Ye Weigran said coldly.
"These enemies of yours sure are full of nonsense. I heard that they were a bit noisy, so I think it's best if I send them to hell as soon as possible." The old man in the ancient robe spoke softly, as he moved towards Ye Weiran like a ghost. It was as though he had teleported, and in an instant, he appeared right in front of Ye Weiran.
"A person with the cultivation of the first stage of the concealment dares to say that he's killing and fighting right in front of me?! He's really uncultured!" After the old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent a slap over.
Everyone was so shocked that their jaws dropped. Just what kind of background did this lord have? He was the dignified head of the Ye family, yet he said that he had no manners. Was he lecturing a little kid?
"Bullsh * t!" He was simply as arrogant as Jiang Feng himself. Although he had just entered the first stage of the concealment, he was still an expert of the concealment, and had already stepped into the ranks of the experts of the Rain Country. How could he have been looked down upon like this before?
BOOM!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, there was a loud explosion as Ye Weiran's body retreated backward as though he had suffered a heavy blow. When he finally came to a stop, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ye Weiran, with his cultivation at the first level of the concealment, was slapped by the old man so hard that he vomited blood. This scene shocked everyone in the entire hall.
"I'm old and my body is weak. I can't even kill a concealment cultivator with one move." The old man sighed with emotion as he took action once again. He blasted out with his palm, containing an incomparably tyrannical power within.
Everyone was flabbergasted when they heard this. Was this called having a weak body? One move was not enough to stop a concealment Cultivator, if his body was not weak, how powerful would he be?
It was only a single drop of the celestial spirit liquid, but it had recovered to such a degree. When this person was at his peak, his cultivation must have been at the The Realm of Ruins, or even higher! Jiang Feng was slightly shocked, he had suffered losses and did not give all of the celestial spirit liquid to the other party, otherwise, he would not be able to force them to kill for him.
With the ancient robed elder going against Ye Weiran and Dragon Lake, Jiang Feng did not delay any further, and directly rushed towards the VIP room.
"I, Jiang, will keep my word. Since you want to buy my demon beast so much, then use your lives to exchange for it!"
In that moment, Jiang Feng came to the VIP room, activated Hand of the Demon God, instantly transforming into a palm that covered the entire sky, fiercely smashing down.
With a loud rumble, the VIP rooms collapsed one by one. A group of nobles inside the VIP rooms didn't even have time to enjoy themselves as they all cried out in fear and ran away.
"None of you will be able to escape. Today, Eight Desolations Pavilion will definitely become a land of blood!"
Jiang Feng said coldly as he struck out with his palm. A few noble clan members were immediately killed, blood splattering all over the faces of the bystanders.
"Jiang Feng, we did not bid, why did you do it?" There were people who cried out in fear. This was simply a youth killing the deity. If he attacked, he would be killed. This was just too terrifying.
"Even though you didn't bid, you still wanted to kill him!" Jiang Feng's merciless voice shouted out, like a command of death, causing their hearts to sink. Whether or not they bid, they had to kill, they were ruthless!
"Jiang Feng, by doing this, you will incur the wrath of the masses!" Someone faced death and shouted.
"I'll kill you, make everyone angry, not kill you, make myself angry, use your own hearts to kill!" Jiang Feng said with a sonorous voice, he then attacked and killed a few more cultivators.
He was not an idiot, he had his own judgement, the reason why a large majority of people came to Eight Desolations Pavilion today was not simple.
When he stepped into the auction hall, Jiang Feng had thought of all the gazes that everyone had shot at him, showing ill intent. He hoped that all the people that died would be remembered by Jiang Feng, not a single person in this group would be able to survive.
Jiang Feng, who was at the sixth level of Star Origin Realm, was like a god of death to most people in the auction hall.
Those nobles who were enjoying themselves in the VIP room as if they were watching a play, had now become Jiang Feng's ghosts.
In the short period of time that followed, Jiang Feng killed his way through the auction hall. Corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.
If one had to blame these dead people, they could only blame themselves. They knew that it was Jiang Feng, the Demon Dragon, and clearly knew that the auction was against him, Jiang Feng.
There was also a group of people who were killed, but when Jiang Feng stepped into the Eight Desolations Pavilion, they revealed unfriendly expressions, hoping that Jiang Feng would be killed, so that this group of people would also die as well.
As for the remaining people, with less than a tenth of them, they were directly shouted at by Jiang Feng with a single word, scram!
"Now, it's your turn!" Jiang Feng looked at Long Haoyue, and Ye Lingkong!
At this moment, the two of them were hiding in a corner with a panicked expression on their faces. Their fathers, Ye Weiran and Long Qingtan, were working together to deal with the old man in ancient robe. They had no time to protect the two of them.
"Kill him!" Ye Lingkong shouted, causing Ye Tan and the other Clan Elders to stand by his side. On the other side, Long Haoyue had also led the Clan Elders to kill Jiang Feng.
All in all, there were about 10 elders, all with cultivation levels ranging from the Fifth to the Eighth Heavenly Layer of Star Origin. At this moment, all of them had killing intent as they rushed towards Jiang Feng.
"That day, who was it that killed my Demon Dragon?" Jiang Feng did not have any fear as he looked at the ten over clan elders coldly.
"So what if I'm the one who killed him?!" He came from the Long family. The person who brought people to kill Mo Long was none other than him, the Supreme Elder. He had the cultivation of the 8th level of the Star Origin Stage and had a very high status in the Long family.
"Very good, I thought no one would dare to admit it." Jiang Feng silently nodded, "Since that's the case, the first one to die will be you, right?"
After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he used a spatial teleportation technique and disappeared from where he was. Then, he instantly appeared in front of the Dragon Clan Elder.
Without any superfluous words, Jiang Feng immediately activated the Rakasha karmic fire, and immediately, a terrifying seven colored flame rose from Jiang Feng's hand, in the blink of an eye transforming into a monstrous flame, ferociously rushing towards the opponent.