Chapter 22 - 00: Lord Dragon?
With a thunderous bang.
Zhang Lang was smashed into the ground with a punch, forming a large pit.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones snapping was like a tidal wave.
Blood spurted, staining the ground red.
Bits of internal organs were even spat out.
If Zhang Lang hadn’t possessed the strength of a War Master, with flesh and bones strengthened by Spiritual Power,
under this blow from the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique—Mountain Devouring, he would probably have turned into minced meat.
"Speak! Who sent you to kill me?"
Ye Qingfeng walked to the side of Zhang Lang, who was covered in blood and half-dead.
He spoke with an icy tone.
"Puh... Ghost Gun! Do it."
Zhang Lang of the Bone Crusher suddenly took a deep breath and shouted.
Then, he lay back abruptly, lifeless.
"Pa!"
As soon as Zhang Lang’s voice fell.
A sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed.
An even stronger life-and-death crisis surged in Ye Qingfeng’s heart.
Firearm!
Ye Qingfeng recognized the whistling as the sound of a bullet.
His body spun urgently, trying to evade.
However, after using the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique, frantically devouring Spiritual Power, and unleashing Mountain Devouring,
Ye Qingfeng’s body was already severely injured.
His reaction speed was too slow to avoid the rapidly approaching bullet.
"Shua!"
In Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, the bullet was already reflecting in his pupils.
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That tearing wind seemed to hit his face.
"Woo!"
At this life-and-death moment.
Ye Qingfeng’s chest suddenly heated up.
A yellow light shot out from the trapped dragon pattern.
Forming a protective light shield.
Enveloping Ye Qingfeng entirely.
At this instant, the bullet hit the light shield.
And fell to the ground with a pop.
The yellow light shield merely trembled a bit.
"What, Spiritual Armor, this is the armor that only War General Strongmen can condense!"
The Ghost Gun, hiding among the dense tree branches, shouted in astonishment.
The shot just now was meant to take this young man’s life, something no one could save.
Who would have thought, a Spiritual Light Shield suddenly appeared on Ye Qingfeng, enveloping him entirely.
This was clearly an exceptionally strong armor that only War General strength Martial Artists could condense.
But, there was no time to think.
The Ghost Gun frantically pressed the trigger.
"Tut-tut-tut!!!"
The sound of bullets whizzing through the air was like rain, shooting madly at Ye Qingfeng.
"Kid, what are you doing standing there, hurry up and kill, Lord Dragon can’t protect you for long."
During the moment Ye Qingfeng was in a daze.
A voice that seemed to come from ancient times echoed in his mind.
At the same time, a warm energy flowed back into Ye Qingfeng’s body from the trapped dragon pattern on his chest.
Originally, his exhausted and aching body seemed to be rejuvenated.
"Devouring Sky Pearl!"
Ye Qingfeng understood in his heart.
But now was not the time to think about this.
Ye Qingfeng’s cold gaze fell on the large tree behind the northeastern corner of the construction site.
His figure moved.
He dashed wildly towards it.
Those rain-like bullets fell on the yellow light shield.
All were blocked and fell to the ground.
However, the Spiritual Light Shield was also on the verge of collapse.
When Ye Qingfeng approached the tree, there was a loud bang, and it shattered and collapsed.
"Escape!"
The Ghost Gun was merely an assassin working with Zhang Lang, the Bone Crusher.
He was only in charge of the fatal strike and was not adept at frontal combat.
So, as Ye Qingfeng approached.
The Ghost Gun swiftly fled like a spiritual cat.
"Suck!"
Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to pursue the Ghost Gun.
That ancient voice sounded again.
Suddenly, a strong suction force erupted from the trapped dragon pattern on Ye Qingfeng’s chest.
The Ghost Gun, who was quickly leaping away.
Suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Turning back, the Ghost Gun, witnessing this scene, widened his eyes.
"Die!"
Without hesitation, Ye Qingfeng dashed forward.
Throwing a powerful punch towards the Ghost Gun’s chest.
"Pfft!"
With that suction force, Ye Qingfeng’s punch made a hole right through the Ghost Gun’s chest.
The Ghost Gun’s beating heart was shattered by the punch.
Blood and heart fragments scattered on the ground.
At the same time, Ye Qingfeng could feel the Spiritual Power within the Ghost Gun.
It seemed to be absorbed by the vicious Devouring Sky Pearl as his fist punched.
Before falling to the ground, the Ghost Gun’s eyes were filled with extreme fear.
And the Ghost Gun’s body, lying on the ground, seemed to be one or two sizes smaller than before.
"Burn!"
Ye Qingfeng did not linger longer in this place.
He used a small spell, conjuring a flame in his hand.
To incinerate the bodies of Zhang Lang, the Bone Crusher, and the Ghost Gun.
Ye Qingfeng then entered Qingyun District.
As if the assassination attempt that just happened had nothing to do with him.
...
Qingyun District, Bai Family.
"You dead girl, how could you do this, I asked Xiao Feng to protect you."
"Now that you’re back, Xiao Feng is missing. See if I don’t beat you."
Fang Meilian raised the feather duster in her hand, ready to strike Bai Wan’er.
Under Bai Wan’er’s stammering explanation,
Fang Meilian also understood the general situation.
Ye Qingfeng had stirred up trouble in the Tianji Arena to save her.
In the end, Bai Wan’er returned, but Ye Qingfeng was nowhere to be found.
Fang Meilian naturally felt extremely anxious.
If anything happened to Ye Qingfeng, how could she face Qin Yan?
At the same time, Fang Meilian was also angry about Bai Wan’er going to such a dangerous place like the Beast Fighting Arena.
"What! I’m your daughter, and besides, I... I didn’t even ask him to protect me!"
Since childhood, Bai Wan’er had been the little princess held in the palm of everyone’s hands.
At this moment, Fang Meilian severely scolded her and wanted to hit her.
Bai Wan’er’s heart was filled with jealousy, and she hastily shouted.
"Wan’er, be quiet."
"Alright, alright, I’ll go find Xiao Feng."
A mature and steady middle-aged man grabbed the feather duster aimed at Bai Wan’er.
This man was Bai Wan’er’s father, Bai Gang.
Also the director of Jiangnan City’s bureau.
"Uncle Bai, Aunt Fang, don’t look for me, I’m back."
Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice came through.
Upon entering the Bai Family and witnessing this scene.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit warm in his heart.
"Xiao Feng, you scared Aunt Fang, are you alright?"
Seeing Ye Qingfeng safely return.
Fang Meilian’s anxious heart also calmed down.
"Yeah! Xiao Feng, why do you have bloodstains on your clothes, are you hurt?"
Although it was the first time seeing Ye Qingfeng.
This time, Ye Qingfeng had indeed saved his daughter.
Bai Gang naturally felt a sense of familiarity with this young man.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s clothes stained with blood.
Bai Gang also felt a bit anxious.
"Aunt Fang, Uncle Bai, it’s just some superficial wounds, don’t worry, a night’s rest and I’ll be fine."
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, unconcerned.
"You’re alright..."
Seeing the bloodstains on Ye Qingfeng’s clothes, Bai Wan’er’s heart slightly ached.
She also remembered the scene in the Beast Fighting Arena, where Ye Qingfeng calmly stood by her side.
At the most critical moment, he struck and severed Liu Ba’s arm.
This scene caused a warm feeling to rise in Bai Wan’er’s heart.
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