The old man was furious, his hair and beard were flying, and his old face suddenly turned purple.
You know, this place is home to most of the great men in the world of cultivation, and he actually lost face in public. This feeling almost made him spit out blood.
"Grandpa, the people of Xiaoyao Sect will definitely kill him and clear your name. You don't need to come out. I will kill him now!" When the old man was about to take action, a man suddenly walked out from his side.
As usual, he was wearing a black Taoist robe. He was forty years old, full of vigor and vitality. He crossed his arms, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was full of hostility. He looked at Feng Qingyang and wished he could tear him to pieces.
"Kill me? You're still a little naive!" Feng Qingyang laughed contemptuously, and disappeared into the air with a whoosh as everyone looked at him with shocked expressions.
"What? He disappeared. Where is he? Wasn't he here before?" The crowd exclaimed, their hearts beating wildly, feeling that what happened today was really too weird.
"That's the art of teleportation! It's the art of teleportation that only the Golden Core masters can use!" Someone shouted loudly. Upon hearing this, everyone looked carefully at the direction where he had stood before. Sure enough, there was a faint turbulent force left in the void.
"How is it possible that he has entered the turbulent void? What is his cultivation level? How can he be so powerful?"
Everyone was talking about it, but at this moment, a scream was suddenly heard, and with a snap, the middle-aged man who was looking in the air was suddenly caught by Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang, who had originally disappeared, appeared silently behind him at some point, and captured him alive without him having any reaction.
This was a slap in the face, a naked slap in the face. You have to know that just a few moments ago, this man was still clamoring to kill Feng Qingyang, but who knew that the situation had changed, and before he could make a move, he found a way first.
"Evil beast, let go, let go of my grandson!" the old man said anxiously, his face looking even more embarrassed. I don't know if he is senile and confused. Until now, he hasn't figured out the situation and still thinks he is the only one in charge.
"Let go? Just let go as you say?" Feng Qingyang grinned, and suddenly raised his other hand, and with a light touch, he broke the man's neck.
"Puchi!" A stream of blood shot up into the sky like a fountain, leaving a beautiful blood flower in the void. Feng Qingyang threw his head at the old man, then opened his mouth wide and washed away all the man's blood.
The originally plump body instantly turned into a dried corpse. With a casual wave of Feng Qingyang's hand, it was blown into powder by the strong wind and disappeared in the sky and earth in an instant. Except for the head in the old man's hand, there was no other thing left of the man, not even a trace of residue.
"My grandson! You killed my grandson!" The old man looked at Feng Qingyang with anger, wishing he could grind his bones into ashes. You know, the man before was his real grandson.
He was an elder in the Xiaoyao Sect, enjoying endless worship and resources. Although he had achieved a breakthrough to the Golden Core stage, it was hopeless for him to make further breakthroughs, so he wanted to pass on his legacy. However, who would have thought that someone would die in such an unclear way in front of him.
He was so angry that his old face looked like an eggplant hit by frost, and his small eyes almost spit out fire. He hated Feng Qingyang very much, but he never thought that if he hadn't taken the initiative to attack Feng Qingyang, how could such an incident have happened
Just as he was going berserk, Feng Qingyang disappeared into the sky again.
"He disappeared again. Everyone, be careful. This demon is actually sucking people's blood in public. Our ten major sects must bring him to justice!"
The people from Xiaoyao Sect yelled and shouted for a while, but found that no one around them paid any attention to them. They stood as far away as possible, as if they didn't want the heat to escalate. Even some Jindan masters retreated a certain distance with expressionless faces and looked at them with a sneer.
“Master!”
"Ah... Master, help me!"
"Quack!" There was a crackling sound, followed by another scream. The disappeared Feng Qingyang appeared in the center of the Xiaoyao Sect's disciples.
He is not a fool. He knows his current purpose. It is not advisable to make more powerful enemies, but to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and let them consider whether they dare to attack him.
Although his adoptive father-in-law was standing next to him, Feng Qingyang understood an eternal truth: it is better to rely on yourself than on others, and any reliance you have is just empty talk.
And just as he expected, the Lord of Guiyuan City did not say anything to stop this cruel scene, but like everyone else, he stepped aside and watched them silently.
"Master!" Another urgent call came from the side. The old man looked back and his heart skipped a beat. He saw that one of his disciples had once again turned into a headless ghost in Feng Qingyang's hands and died an untimely death.
"You're looking for death!" He rushed over with a swish, but in a flash, Feng Qingyang disappeared again. Although he was powerful, his speed was not as fast as Feng Qingyang.
It was a speed as fast as lightning and as sly as a ghost, leaving no trace. Even the previous aura was wiped out by Feng Qingyang.
He was like an executioner hiding in the dark. Every time he appeared, he would take away a head and send a living life to hell.
"Old Korean, do you admit your mistake?" In the void, the sound of Feng Qingyang's laughter came from all directions. The heaven and earth shook, and the lingering sound was still there, constantly vibrating and spreading in the air. The lingering sound could still be heard after a long time.
"Come out... You beast, if you have the guts, come out and fight me!" At this moment, the old man was so angry that his three corpses were jumping up and down, and he spoke without thinking, cursing into the void.
"Swish!" Feng Qingyang rushed out upon hearing the sound and immediately appeared in front of the old man, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"I'm out, old Korean, what can you do to me?" He held his head high, looking like a smug man, and glanced at everyone from the corner of his eyes, taking in all their reactions.
He smiled smugly in his heart, thinking that he had achieved the desired result, so he said, "Old stick, what can you do to me? Teacher, please tell me. My time is limited, and I don't want to argue with you!"
"How dare you! You little beast with sharp teeth, oh, you are courting death!" The old man was furious and all his magic power burst out, sweeping towards Feng Qingyang.
"Hmph, a mere trifle. Even if I give you one hand, you still can't be my opponent!" Feng Qingyang was arrogant. He raised one of his hands behind his back and pressed it towards the old man in the air.
The Blood Demon's Great Handprint!
The red blood cloud surged and covered the sky in an instant. He floated up and down in the blood cloud like a demon god, looking at the people of the world with indifference.
"What can you do to me?"