"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid there is a certain martial arts master standing behind that bad guy..."
Zhao Qingshan's words made Mr. Wang narrow his eyes. In fact, he had also thought about this problem.
Being able to kill two fifth-level warriors in an instant, his strength is at least the peak of fifth-level or even sixth-level. If he can practice to this point, there must be a martial arts force behind him.
but.
Wang Zong is not an ordinary sixth grade.
He is at the peak of the sixth rank, with strength comparable to that of a half-step martial arts master. He also serves as the honorary president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, and is considered a semi-official person.
As long as that bad guy still wants to be involved in the Chinese martial arts, he must give him some thin noodles.
So Wang Zongyun said calmly: "I'm here, don't panic."
This calmness only lasted less than half an hour.
When Wang Zong came to the third floor of the Red Moon Bar and saw the corpses with their internal organs shattered along the way, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.
This method of killing is definitely not that of an ordinary sixth-grade warrior!
Because there were no traces of scars left on the body, he couldn't tell which method it was from.
Could it be some old guy who has been practicing for decades?
But how could a warrior of this level go on a killing spree without any reason?
Wang Zong felt inexplicably uneasy, quickened his pace, and soon saw the instigator, Ye Fan.
Ye Fan also raised his head.
The moment their eyes met, Wang Zong's scalp exploded, and he felt a sense of crisis being locked by an ancient beast.
Wang Zong was extremely convinced.
As long as the young man in white robes in front of him thinks a single thought, he will die without a burial place.
Wang Zong had only experienced this sense of oppression in the third-level unity realm, that is, Wuzong.
so.
That young man is a——
Martial arts master!
This bold idea made Wang Zong dizzy and breathless.
A young master in his twenties.
If the news spreads, I am afraid it will cause a sensation in the Chinese martial arts!
Because there has never been a young grandmaster in the martial arts world, even the Jiang family martial arts sect with the most evil talent only entered the upper third level when he was forty years old.
Although there is every doubt about the authenticity of the young grandmaster, the pressure that is comparable to that of a grandmaster is unmistakable.
While Wang Zong was brainstorming, Zhao Qingshan almost fainted.
Because his son Zhao Rong was tortured into a human shape, there were a bunch of bloody fingers and toes scattered on the ground.
Ye Fan does what he says.
One minute late and one finger will be cut off.
Even when he didn't have enough fingers at the back, Ye Fan could only ask the bar manager Lin to borrow some. This person was Zhao Rong's accomplice in the crime.
"son!"
Zhao Rong's mother rushed over, holding the body that was as paralyzed as soft mud and crying loudly, but no matter how she called, Zhao Rong always looked stupid.
She said angrily: "What did you do to my son!"
Ye Fan said calmly: "It's just a math game, but your son has a mental breakdown. It's a pity."
Manager Lin had all ten of his fingers chopped off and trembled all over after hearing this.
Just a math game...?
In the past forty minutes, he had witnessed the most horrific punishment in the world, which was the equivalent of the eighteenth level of hell.
"You are not a human being, you are a demon. You tortured Mr. Zhao, you -"
"Noisy."
Ye Fan frowned unhappily.
As soon as he finished speaking, Manager Lin's neck and body separated instantly. Wang Zong's scalp, which was about to reach the peak of the sixth level, exploded again. He couldn't feel anything!
"Boy, my son has no enmity with you, why are you so cruel!" Zhao Qingshan was so angry that his voice was trembling.
"ridiculous!"
Ye Fan said coldly: "He drugged my family and wanted to humiliate the people I love in front of me. Is this called no injustice and no hatred?"
"My son is so good, so what if he was drugged? Being able to serve my son is a blessing for low-class people like them!"
Zhao Rong's mother screamed: "Just because of this little thing, you actually mutilated my son to this point. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill that bitch who hurt my son!"
"Senior Wang, please take action."
Zhao Qingshan didn't say much, turned around and bowed to Wang Zong.
"..." Wang Zong.
He wants to slap Zhao Qingshan and his wife to death. Your son deserves it.
Not to mention that the young master in front of him was a young master who only appeared in hundreds of years. Even when he heard Zhao Rong's evil deeds, he was filled with righteous indignation.
If he had known this, even if the Zhao family offered another 50 million, he would not be able to follow.
At this moment, he gritted his teeth and said: "Dare you ask the senior's name..."
"Kunlun Mountain, Ye Wuxuan."
"Senior Ye, this junior came here today because he was deceived by a traitor. I beg senior to spare my life."
After saying that, Wang Zong knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully.
"Boom!"
Zhao Qingshan was greatly shocked.
The Zhao family has tens of billions of assets, but they still need to ingratiate themselves with Wang Zong, who is at the peak of the sixth grade. They have to send gifts worth tens of millions every year to maintain the relationship. They even offered 50 million tonight to get the other party to make a move.
But the Zhao family's biggest supporter, Wang Zong, who was nearly 70 years old and had white hair, actually knelt down and begged for mercy from a young man in his twenties.
This shows what?
It shows that Wang Zong, who has an official background and is well-rounded in the East China Sea martial arts world, cannot afford to offend this young man.
Also means.
The Zhao family is finished!
Zhao Qingshan smiled miserably.
Zhao Rong's mother was overwhelmed with anger and still screamed: "Wang Zong, what are you doing? My Zhao family gives you so much money every year, kill him quickly to avenge my son!"
The woman's hysteria did not make Wang Zong stand up. He even knelt down more respectfully, for fear of being offended by the young master.
"I've always been trustworthy."
Ye Fan said calmly: "I said I would spare Zhao Rong's life and let him witness the whole family being executed."
Wang Zong immediately said respectfully: "Senior Ye, just leave this troublesome matter of dirty hands to the junior to deal with."
Zhao Qingshan was furious: "Wang Zong, even if you don't help my Zhao family, you shouldn't add insult to injury!"
"If you want to express your gratitude and enmity, there is no need to borrow it from other people's hands."
Ye Fan pierced his heart with his fingertips and took out a drop of heart blood. His face instantly turned pale.
With a flick of his finger, essence and blood poured into Zhao Rong's mouth.
Zhao Rong, who was stupid just a moment ago, gradually regained consciousness. He said weakly: "Mom, are you here to save me?"
"Son, mom is here, mom is here..."
Zhao Rong's mother's voice was choked with sobs, but she suddenly felt hot in her heart, as if a fire was burning.
next moment.
The fire really burned.
Zhao Rong watched helplessly as his mother and father were wrapped in scorching flames and burned. The screams were ear-piercing, but he was powerless and could only grit his teeth and roar.
"I will kill you, I must kill you!"
"Don't worry."
Ye Fan warmly reminded: "Your parents are just the beginning."
"What do you mean……"
Zhao Rong looked at Ye Fan like a madman.
Just listen to that gentle, yet whispering voice like a devil:
"Using my pure Yang blood as a guide, I curse you, the blood relatives of the Zhao Rong clan, to be burned by the Yang fire, and you will never be reincarnated for eternity."
"Heartblood Curse."
"punish!"
