Seeing that Rong Qiwei was looking at him, Feng Shutong did not panic at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Rong brat, it's all thanks to this old man that you're still alive. Don't tell me you're going to bite the hand that feeds you and attack this old man?"
Nie Tian was about to kill Rong Qiwei before, but Feng Shutong stopped him all of a sudden, which allowed Rong Qiwei to live until now.
Now, Rong Qiwei actually wanted to attack Feng Shutong. What else could it be other than biting the hand that feeds him?
"Old thing, you asked that brat to let me go because you're afraid of the power of the Rong Family." Rong Qiwei smiled Cold and said, "I'll kill you right now. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being that brat's friend."
As he spoke, Rong Qiwei took a step forward and unleashed his aura in a frenzy. It was extremely violent and terrifying.
Feng Shutong's lips twitched, and he had a playful look on his face.
It seemed that he had released the wrong person when he asked Nie Tian to let Rong Qiwei go.
However, he was certainly not afraid of Rong Qiwei. Even if he only had the strength of a first-level Demi Saint, he still had hundreds and thousands of ways to kill Rong Qiwei.
"Die!" At this moment, Rong Qi Wei let out a strange cry. His silhouette flickered as he slammed his palm downwards. A majestic palm energy surged out, condensing into a shadow of a palm that pressed down on Feng Shu Tong like a mountain.
"Watch out, senior!" Yu Ruo 'er screamed as she saw the scene. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
However, Feng Shutong was not nervous at all. Instead, he had a strange smile on his face.
In the next moment, a scroll appeared in his hand. He immediately opened it, and a terrifying formation power surged out. Endless runes of the formation flowed wildly in the void and instantly formed a huge formation.
"Bang!" Then, the terrifying palm shadow fell and bombarded the formation. A dull sound was heard in the air, and the palm shadow collapsed.
"Huh?" Rong Qiwei's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw that, and his face turned gloomy.
He did not expect that Feng Shutong would have a formation scroll on him.
Moreover, he felt that the aura of this array formation was a little strange. It actually made him feel a little uneasy.
"Little bastard from the Rong Clan, of all things you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have made a move against me." At that moment, Feng Shu Tong let out a strange laugh. After which, he took a step forward and something strange happened.
The runes of the array formation in the space suddenly started to circulate, instantly burning in the air. Then, it enveloped Feng Shutong's body, condensing into an armor of raging flames.
"What's going on?" Rong Qiwei had never seen such a scene and couldn't help but cry out in shock.
"Little bastard, die for me!" Immediately after, Feng Shu Tong sneered. He extended his palm and a Sword of Flames appeared in his hand. He raised his hand and a sharp Sword of Flames whizzed through the air.
Swoosh! Rong Qiwei's gaze shook, and his figure instantly retreated. However, he was still a step too late, and one of his arms was actually directly severed by the flaming blades.
Blood gushed out and dyed half of his body red.
"AHHH!" Rong Qiwei howled in pain, and his voice resounded through the sky.
"Seventh Young Master!" The Rong Clan's martial artists heard Rong Qiwei's scream and immediately turned around. What they saw made their expressions change.
That scrawny old man only had the strength of a First Level Demi Saint. How could he have injured Rong Qiwei so badly?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and save me!" Rong Qiwei endured the pain and howled in a strange voice.
The Rong Clan's martial artists came to their senses and simultaneously moved towards Rong Qiwei.
However, at that moment, Feng Shu Tong stopped attacking. Moreover, the armor of flames on his body had also disappeared.
He looked up at Nie Tian and plainly said, "Little brat Nie Tian, I'll leave the rest to you."
He did not want to fight the Rong Clan's martial artists. Instead, he wanted to see how strong Nie Tian's combat ability was.
"Seventh Young Master, are you alright?" A group of Rong Clan's martial artists surrounded Rong Qiwei and asked anxiously.
Rong Qiwei's eyes were crimson and fierce like a ferocious beast. He viciously pointed at Feng Shu Tong and roared, "Kill him!"
"Yes!" A dozen Rong Clan's martial artists responded in unison. Their fierce eyes immediately locked onto Feng Shu Tong.
"Boom!" However, at that moment, the void high above suddenly trembled. Then, an extremely violent sword shadow appeared. It was tens of thousands of meters long, and it came pressing down on the void with a roar.
The Rong Clan's martial artists felt that something was wrong. They immediately looked up and reacted in an instant. They all attacked together, and a series of violent attacks were launched towards the sword shadow.
"Bang, bang, bang …" Muffled explosions were heard in the void. However, the sword shadow's aura was extremely strong, and it was not shattered.
"Boom!" In the next moment, the sword shadow fell. Several Rong Clan's martial artists who were slightly weaker were swallowed by the sword shadow and died tragically.
Even the more powerful Rong Clan's martial artists were sent flying by the impact of the sword shadow, leaving a bloody trail in the air.
"Nie Tian, your combat ability is indeed terrifying!" Feng Shu Tong's small eyes could not help but twinkle when he saw that, and he exclaimed in shock.
He had previously guessed that Nie Tian's combat ability was absolutely amazing. It was far from being comparable to a martial artist of the same level.
However, he did not expect that Nie Tian's combat ability would be so terrifying.
At that moment, Nie Tian took a step forward and stood coldly in the air. His eyes were deep and murderous.
He had used all his strength in that sword attack just now.
Although this sword attack could not kill all the Rong Clan's martial artists, it directly defeated the other party.
The next moment, Nie Tian's eyes turned and locked on Rong Qiwei. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in a cold voice, "Rong Qiwei, you just escaped with your life, but you don't know how to cherish it. This time, no one can save you!"
Rong Qiwei was so scared that his body trembled when Nie Tian's gaze locked on him. He actually wanted to retreat.
He never dreamed that Nie Tian's combat ability would be so terrifying.
At that moment, Nie Tian's figure moved at extreme speed. Like a shocking rainbow, he directly attacked Rong Qiwei.
Nie Tian knew that Rong Qiwei's strength was not strong, but his status was very high.
If Rong Qiwei was killed, then the Rong Clan's martial artists would be in chaos.
"Boom!" Nie Tian was in the air. Sword intent surged outside his body, and he slashed with his sword. The sword shadow tore through the air and blasted toward Rong Qiwei.
"Save me!" In an instant, Rong Qiwei felt the aura of death approaching. He was so scared that his face turned pale, and he screamed.
"Seventh Young Master!" When the surrounding Rong Clan's martial artists saw this scene, their faces instantly became panicked.
However, it was too late for them to make a move.
"Boom!" The next moment, the sword shadow fell, and violent power instantly erupted. The sword light shone brightly, blooming in the void, and it was incomparably dazzling.
However, under this dazzling brilliance, there was the most terrifying murderous intent.
Rong Qiwei's eyes instantly widened. He wanted to resist, but he was unable to do so.
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