Zhang Liucheng didn't care about the surrounding atmosphere, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Batian.
In his heart, only Fengba Genius is his goal.
He knew that this Feng Batian must die.
Zhang Liucheng shouted to Feng Batian in a firm voice: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"
Feng Batian laughed loudly, and the laughter was like a roaring wind, shaking the air around him.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, as if there was an icy blade cutting through the air in an instant.
Suddenly there was a long sword in Feng Batian's hand. The sword exuded a mysterious light. The tip of the sword was pointed at Zhang Liucheng. With a cruel smile, he said: "Little guy, do you know why King Feng Tiger was defeated?" Give it to me? That’s because the sword in my hand is not an ordinary sword, but is made from the backbone of a true god, with endless power and spirituality in my hands."
"Under the threat of this sword, any resistance is futile and useless."
"I have already practiced demonic skills, tempered my body to the extreme, and have incomparable power. Now I have an almost immortal body and endless power. What can you rely on to compete with me?"
"Little guy, you should be aware of your situation. Now, if you step aside obediently, maybe I will consider letting you live. Otherwise, I will let you experience what real pain and despair are."
Zhang Liucheng curled his lips, his heart full of disdain.
He never expected that Feng Batian would use the artifact as a threat, which he despised.
You know, there are so many artifacts in Zhang Liucheng's storage ring that this method is simply child's play for him.
Zhang Liucheng suddenly raised his hand, and the broken treasure kitchen knife suddenly appeared in his hand.
The kitchen knife seemed to have a soul, trembling and emitting a faint cold light, like frost and snow in winter, the chill was overwhelming.
Zhang Liucheng took a deep breath, and then said: "Feng Batian, you are wrong. I never thought about fighting you. I know that you are a powerful and dangerous existence, but I know better. If people like you are allowed to continue to exist, it will be a disaster to the entire Wind Clan. Therefore, I must kill you."
Feng Batian let out another burst of hearty laughter and said: "Okay, what a stubborn little guy. Then, let's compete."
Before the words could be fully finished, Feng Batian had already launched an attack.
His long sword was like an agile snake, stabbing Zhang Liucheng quickly.
Zhang Liucheng waved his Po Bao kitchen knife and tried his best to resist.
Every time the kitchen knife collided with the long sword, there was a violent vibration.
Zhang Liucheng's arms were numb from the shock, but he did not dare to relax at all.
He knew very well that with just a little negligence, he might die here.
Feng Batian's attacks were as fierce as a violent storm, attacking Zhang Liucheng one after another.
Every strike of the sword made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to split everything in the way of the sword's edge.
Although Zhang Liucheng was experienced in many battles, facing such a fierce attack from Feng Batian, he felt that his defense was becoming more and more difficult, as if he had reached his limit.
A look of determination flashed across Zhang Liucheng's eyes, and he understood that if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated by Feng Batian's sword.
Therefore, Zhang Liucheng decided to give it a try, gathered all his strength on the Pobao kitchen knife in his hand, and waited for the opportunity.
Seeing Feng Batian's long sword stabbing him again, Zhang Liucheng shouted: "Broken!"
At the same time, the broken treasure kitchen knife struck the sword heavily.
A dazzling light burst out from the collision between the broken treasure kitchen knife and the long sword. This light was so dazzling that no one present could look directly at it.
Immediately afterwards, a violent metal explosion was heard.
In this confrontation, the long sword in Feng Batian's hand was shattered into two pieces, and Zhang Liucheng's broken treasure kitchen knife almost flew out of his hand.
Both sides were affected by the onslaught.
Feng Batian was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes.
The divine sword he had spent a lot of time and energy refining with great care was actually shattered by an ordinary kitchen knife.
This blow was huge to him. The Excalibur not only represented his skills and efforts, but also a symbol of his strength.
But now, this divine sword, which represented his pride and self-esteem, was lying on the ground like broken metal.
Zhang Liucheng cleverly took advantage of Feng Batian's moment of distraction and launched a charge towards him.
Zhang Liucheng held the broken treasure kitchen knife tightly in his hand, and the blade shone with a cold light.
Feng Batian felt a strong fear at this sudden attack, like the cold wind in the dark night, silent and piercing the heart.
Feng Batian watched Zhang Liucheng rushing towards him like a wild beast, and knew in his heart that he could no longer make any response, and everything seemed to be doomed.
Feng Batian turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Zhang Liucheng waved the kitchen knife in his hand and struck Feng Batian hard.
Feng Batian let out a scream of horror, and his body was split in half by the kitchen knife.
Blood splattered everywhere, Feng Batian's body fell weakly, and the flame of life was extinguished in an instant.
Zhang Liucheng gasped, like a wild beast that had just broken free. The kitchen knife flew in his hand, flashing with a cold light.
He looked at Feng Batian who fell to the ground, his heart filled with joy and pride.
King Fenghu, the overlord who was once regarded as unparalleled by everyone, was now frozen in time, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.
He looked at Feng Batian who fell on the ground, and then turned to Zhang Liucheng, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, followed by deep fear.
King Fenghu didn't expect that Zhang Liucheng had such great strength.
Everyone in the hall was filled with shock when they witnessed Zhang Liucheng's cold eyes and Feng Batian's fallen figure.
They gasped, as if trying to shake the shocking image from their minds.
However, that picture is deeply engraved in their hearts and will never be forgotten.
"How is this possible? Where did that kid come from, and he actually killed Feng Batian? This is terrible." Elder Whitebeard said in horror.
At this time, Feng regained his composure and announced in a high voice: "Everyone, please step back. From now on, no one is allowed to mention this matter again, as if it never happened."
The elders and disciples of Feng Lao Sect responded in unison: "Yes, Sect Master."
"Well, you all go down." Feng Zailai waved his hand and said.
After the elders and disciples of Feng Laozong had retired, Feng Youlai stood up from the throne lightly, walked up to King Fenghu, and knelt down humbly.
Feng Youlai's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes were full of deep awe, and he said loudly: "Disciple Feng Youlai has come to see Master!"
King Fenghu was stunned at first. He didn't expect that Feng Youlai would treat him like this.
There was a flash of doubt and confusion in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep relief and satisfaction.
King Fenghu asked Feng again: "Who are you?"
Zhang Liucheng walked lightly towards King Fenghu. His steps were light, as if the air had not wavered.
Zhang Liucheng leaned towards King Fenghu, and the whisper that was almost close to his ear was faint but clear: "Senior King Fenghu, this is your former disciple Feng Youlai. However, in order to control Feng Laozong, he transformed into Become the current leader of Fenglao Sect."
Listening to Zhang Liucheng's words, King Fenghu's eyes flashed with shock, and his body seemed to stiffen for a moment.
Then, King Feng Tiger slowly leaned forward and stretched out his hands, as if to touch Feng Youlai's face.
King Fenghu's eyes were full of deep doubts, which was an urgent search for the truth; his eyes were also full of guilt, which was a kind of helplessness and self-blame for being unable to protect his apprentice.
King Fenghu stared at Fengyou, as if he wanted to see through his heart and see through his disguise.
King Feng Tiger's voice was slow and powerful, and every word hit Feng Youlai's heart hard: "Feng Youlai? My disciple Feng Youlai?"
Feng Youlai's eyes were red, and he held King Fenghu's hand tightly. Tears fell from his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Master, I am Youlai, your disciple."
