Feng Laozong, the power hidden behind this name is enough to shock the entire northern part of the Feng Territory.
However, the atmosphere of Feng Laozong tonight was very different from usual.
Zhang Liucheng and Feng Youlai were noticed by a disciple just as they landed at the door of Feng Laozong.
The disciple came over and asked in a polite and courteous manner: "Excuse me, what do you do for these two great masters?"
Zhang Liucheng clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "We have traveled thousands of miles and gone through all kinds of difficulties to get here, just to be able to meet your noble sect leader. I am a minister of King Fengju, and I have won his trust and respect. And this Feng You Sir, you are the protector of the Wind Palace, and you are also my best friend. The two of us are here for an extremely important matter, and I hope your sect leader can grant us a moment."
When the disciple heard that the two were from the Wind Palace, he immediately stood in awe.
He said in a gentle and courteous manner: "It turns out that we are distinguished guests from the Wind Palace. Please take a break for the two distinguished guests. I will go and inform the elder and ask him to come out to greet you two personally."
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple instantly disappeared from Zhang Liucheng's sight without a trace.
Soon, the disciple led a middle-aged man to Zhang Liucheng and Feng Lailai.
The middle-aged man came to the two of them with solemn steps. He showed a respectful attitude, bowed his hands and saluted, and asked: "I wonder what important business the two distinguished guests have come to visit late at night?"
Zhang Liucheng cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you late at night. I am Zhang Liucheng, a minister of King Fengju, and this is Feng Youlai, the protector of Feng Palace. We need to see your sect master for something, please forgive me."
After hearing their intention, the middle-aged man immediately became respectful.
He said: "It turns out that we are two distinguished guests. Please come with me."
So, Zhang Liucheng and Feng followed the middle-aged man closely and entered the main hall of Feng Laozong.
The light in the hall is dim, but there is an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.
At the front of the vast hall, a luminous pearl floated leisurely, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating half of the hall.
Zhang Liucheng and Feng Zailai met the leader of Feng Lao Sect in the core area of the hall.
The sect leader was wearing a blue robe embroidered with complex cloud patterns, looking majestic and sacred.
His eyes were piercing, as if he could see through everything.
His aura is powerful and restrained. He is obviously a Mahayana monk, and his strength far exceeds that of ordinary people.
The leader of the Feng Lao Sect, with a puzzled look on his face, came forward to greet him and asked doubtfully: "I don't know what the purpose of this distinguished guest is."
Zhang Liucheng replied in a calm tone: "I traveled across mountains and rivers to come to Fenglao Sect to find you, in order to negotiate a deal with the sect leader."
"Oh? What deal do you want to negotiate with me?"
The leader of the Feng Lao Sect frowned and looked directly at Zhang Liucheng with a sharp gaze, "You should not be from Fengju. Who asked you to come here?"
A sinister smile appeared on Zhang Liucheng's lips, and he said coldly: "No matter who sent me here, it doesn't matter. The key is that I want to borrow your head."
Feng Youlai was startled by Zhang Liucheng's words. He quickly pulled Zhang Liucheng's sleeves to signal him not to act rashly.
However, Zhang Liucheng ignored the wind coming again. He instantly rushed towards the leader of Feng Lao Sect like a tiger descending the mountain, and waved a fist like thunder.
This punch was like lightning, so fast that people couldn't react in time, and with extremely violent power, it was like a tiger falling from the sky, heading straight for the master of Feng Lao Sect.
The leader of the Feng Lao Sect was not expecting this. He didn't even have time to make any resistance before he was sent flying by this punch.
His body rolled several times in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.
Feng Youlai has long been accustomed to the baptism of wind and rain. He has seen countless big scenes, but at this moment he was stunned.
Feng Youlai couldn't understand why Zhang Liucheng suddenly took action and showed such terrifying power as soon as he took action.
He watched helplessly as the leader of the Feng Lao Sect was blown away like a cannonball in front of Zhang Liucheng, and his heart was filled with confusion and shock.
Zhang Liucheng was like a tiger descending the mountain, walking step by step towards the leader of Feng Lao Sect.
Zhang Liucheng's steps were steady and powerful, as if every step was stirring up a storm in the heart of the Fenglao Sect leader.
When Zhang Liucheng's foot stepped heavily on the chest of the leader of the Feng Lao Sect, the force was like the pressure of a mountain, making the leader of the Feng Lao Sect instantly turn pale and endure endless pain.
Feng Youlai saw the coldness and determination in Zhang Liucheng's eyes, and he understood that all this was true.
This is not a dream or an illusion.
This seemingly ordinary human boy actually possesses such powerful power that he can really crush the leader of the Feng Lao Sect to pieces with one kick.
"I can not be reconciled……"
The leader of the Feng Lao Sect, a well-known figure in the Feng Domain, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then lost all breath.
When the wind came again and a storm surged in his heart, he began to reflect deeply on the far-reaching significance of all this.
He understood that from now on, Fengyu would no longer retain its previous appearance.
A surge of pride surged in Feng Youlai's heart, as if he saw a peerless evildoer rising up in the near future and dominating the world.
The middle-aged man witnessed a scene that he could not bear. His face suddenly showed a look of horror and paleness, as if he had realized that he was in a desperate situation from which he could not escape.
The middle-aged man began to panic and look for opportunities to escape. However, Zhang Liucheng ruthlessly deprived him of any possibility of escape.
Zhang Liucheng's figure flashed in front of the middle-aged man's eyes like a thunderbolt.
His movements were so fast that he seemed to have traveled through time and space, like lightning tearing through the dark night sky, which was jaw-dropping.
Zhang Liucheng stretched out his huge palm and clasped the middle-aged man's neck tightly, as if he wanted to crush his throat.
The middle-aged man in his hand was like a powerless bird, helpless.
The strength in Zhang Liucheng's hand gradually increased, and his fingers were as hard as steel, piercing deeply into the middle-aged man's flesh.
This kind of pain made the middle-aged man scream, but his voice was ruthlessly strangled in his throat by Zhang Liucheng's palm.
Zhang Liucheng's eyes were cold and firm, as if telling the middle-aged man: You can't escape my control.
The middle-aged man struggled painfully, but his efforts were in vain.
His breaths were getting shorter and shorter, his eyes were starting to roll, and his body was shaking feebly.
Finally, when Zhang Liucheng's arm was twisted violently, the middle-aged man's head tilted to one side.
The middle-aged man's body instantly stiffened and stopped moving.
His eyes were wide open, as if he was still surprised that his life was ending.
The whole process was completed in an instant, and Zhang Liucheng's actions were as fast as lightning.
Zhang Liucheng let go of his hand, and the middle-aged man's body fell to the cold floor.
The spark of life has been extinguished, leaving only silence and loneliness.
Zhang Liucheng's eyes were cold and firm, and he did not glance at the middle-aged man's body.
It all happened so fast, like a flash of lightning.
Before Feng Youlai had time to react, the leader of Feng Laosong and the middle-aged man had died in Zhang Liucheng's hands.
Their bodies fell and their lives disappeared, as if they had become a silent movie clip. Only Feng Youlai's heart stirred up a storm.
Feng Youlai was deeply shocked by the powerful strength displayed by Zhang Liucheng.
This little human monk successfully killed the Feng Lao Sect leader and the middle-aged man in just three breaths.
Such strength has exceeded Feng Youlai's imagination, making him find it incomprehensible and even difficult to accept.
The shock and waves in Feng Lailai's heart were like a violent storm, stirring him up and unable to calm down.
