"Stop talking nonsense, I want you dead today!" The assassin's eyes were full of murderous intent. He was a little anxious. He also knew that although the movement here was not big, it would still attract some people's attention. If it was a little later, some masters might come. By then, not only would the matter be hidden, but even he would be in trouble.
So, the assassin decided to fight quickly and decisively.
Assassins often kill people without leaving any trace. They focus on winning by surprise, and their first move is a sure kill. Often, before others can react, they are already dead, and they don't even know who killed them.
But at this moment, the assassin was still exposed, so he lost his biggest advantage. However, he was not afraid at all, he was a third-level ghost king, powerful, even if he could not assassinate, he would definitely be able to kill the man in front of him.
You know, the Ghost King masters are all very old. The man in front of him looks very young. How powerful can he be
With a movement of his body, the assassin finally made his move.
At this moment, he showed what he was most proud of as an assassin, that is, speed.
The body moving forward was like an illusory shadow, leaving a series of afterimages in the night sky. Under the cover of night, it actually gave people an extremely unreal feeling.
"A mere trifle!" Chen Feng's face remained calm. He was just a three-tribulation ghost king. Chen Feng did not take him seriously.
Chen Feng just pinched his fingers, and immediately a dark ghostly energy was mobilized.
The ghost energy wrapped around his palm, giving people a gloomy feeling. The ghost energy transformed by the "Heaven-Deceiving Scripture" was even purer than that of others.
Surrounded by ghost energy, Chen Feng's palm actually gave people a heavy feeling. That was the breath of the Black Jade Hand, but it was driven by ghost energy and seemed a little gloomy and violent.
A heavy palm was slapped out without any hesitation, carrying with it the power to annihilate everything.
The assassin's face changed drastically. At this moment, he felt the true terror of Chen Feng. Facing Chen Feng, he actually felt powerless like an ant trying to shake a tree.
However, it was too late to retreat now. Chen Feng's speed was much faster than that of a professional assassin like him. He could only watch Chen Feng's big hand fall towards him fiercely, without any thought of resistance.
"boom-"
As expected, the assassin's body was slammed to the ground and turned into a ball of meat paste, like a piece of flattened dough, and it was impossible to tell where it was.
"Huh—" Not only Chen Feng's friends, but even Yao Kui, the genius disciple of the Purgatory Ghost House, breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he felt extremely lucky. Fortunately, he had just kept his distance from Mr. Wuqing in time, otherwise, he would probably have the same fate as Mr. Wuqing.
Chen Feng killed this creature without any expression on his face. He just stood high in the sky with a domineering light flashing in his eyes.
He raised his head and suddenly said to a certain place in the sky: "Isn't that enough of the good show?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures suddenly appeared and flew towards Chen Feng. Leading them was an old man with a bright spirit.
Seeing this old man, the Lu family masters below seemed to have met a savior and shouted excitedly: "Master!"
"Are you the patriarch of the Lu family?" Chen Feng looked at the old man calmly, with a wicked look in his eyes: "You came at the right time, let's settle the accounts!"
"How dare you talk to my father?" Behind the head of the Lu family, a young man looked at Chen Feng angrily and said bluntly.
"Shut up!" Chen Feng didn't say anything, but the head of the Lu family spoke up. He glared at the young man behind him in reproach, and then smiled: "My dear brother, I am Lu Zhanyuan from the Lu family. I already know the whole story of this matter. It is indeed my Lu family that did something wrong. I am willing to apologize to you, my dear brother!"
As he spoke, Lu Zhanyuan actually bowed slightly towards Chen Feng.
Everyone in the Lu family was stunned. Is this still the domineering and unparalleled head of the Lu family
“Dad, why are you…” the young man behind him shouted dissatisfiedly, with confusion in his eyes.
"You beast, it's all because of that little witch from your eighth room!" Lu Zhanyuan's face turned serious, and he cursed in a deep voice: "After you go back, divorce that little witch immediately. My Lu family can't afford to offend her!"
Hearing his father's words, the young man didn't dare to think anymore. He was also a smart man, and his father's abnormality made him vaguely understand something.
Chen Feng looked at the two people who were singing in unison in the sky, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Stop talking nonsense. My friend was frightened today. If your Lu family really feels guilty, then just express it." Chen Feng said lightly, with an unquestionable majesty in his tone.
"That's right, that's right, my Lu family is naturally willing to make amends." Lu Zhanyuan said hurriedly. The young man in front of him gave him a feeling of being too dangerous. If he really got into a fight with him, I'm afraid the Lu family would also suffer.
"Hand over this amount, and I won't care about the Lu family's siege of Qianwei Tower today." Chen Feng stretched out a hand, his tone calm.
“Fifty thousand?” Lu Zhanyuan was delighted when he saw it. “Okay, fifty thousand is fifty thousand!”
"My friend Chen Feng is so worthless?" Chen Feng shook his head: "Five hundred thousand high-grade ghost crystals, not a cent less!"
Lu Zhanyuan felt a pang of pain on his face when he heard this. Although his Lu family could afford 500,000 high-grade ghost crystals, it would still be a huge expense. However, when he thought of Chen Feng just slapping the assassin of the three-tribulation ghost king to death, Lu Zhanyuan was terrified. Even a four-tribulation ghost king like him couldn't do this.
"Okay, five hundred thousand is five hundred thousand!" Lu Zhanyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Tomorrow morning, my Lu family will deliver five hundred thousand ghost crystals to Qianwei Tower. I hope you will forget today's unhappiness and don't embarrass my Lu family in the future."
"Of course." Chen Feng nodded: "I'm very busy, who would want to take care of a small Lu family like you?"
"Forget it, you guys go. If I can't see the crystal stone tomorrow, I don't mind visiting your Lu family." Chen Feng waved his hands, signaling the Lu family to leave.
However, before leaving, Lu Zhanyuan's son stared at Fatty Zhou fiercely, his eyes full of anger. Fatty Zhou was so scared that his face turned pale and his body immediately limp to the ground. When he looked again, he was incontinent.
Chen Feng knew that after tonight, Fatty Zhou's life would probably not be easy.
The departure of the Lu family made everyone feel relieved. After all, for He Xiulian and Xuan Bing, the Lu family was undoubtedly a behemoth.
However, Chen Feng still did not relax. He raised his eyes again: "It would have been better if you all came out together just now. Why do you still want me to call them one by one? Isn't that too much trouble?"