In less than ten minutes, the doomsday-like scene calmed down. Only the stench of blood continued to spread, reminding everyone that the scene just now was not an illusion.
The leader did not speak. On the contrary, he seemed to have given up on resisting and calmed down. Looking at Feng Hao, his eyes flashed with an indecipherable expression.
He knew that he had lost. He had lost in the hands of a young man in his twenties.
"Such tyrannical talent and aptitude..."
He seemed to understand even more why the higher-ups were so anxious to kill Feng Hao.
Who would dare to keep such a person alive?
"You bastard, are you going to tell me or not?"
In the distance, Long Yueguan's hands were still stained with blood. He roared with a vicious aura. Coupled with his torn clothes and scarred body, he looked like a berserk beast.
Qiong Ling'er and the others all gathered around him with unfriendly gazes.
They all understood the importance of Feng Chen to deal with Feng Hao. If they could not save Feng Chen, Feng Hao might really do something unexpected.
"Hehe..."
The leader glanced at them indifferently and laughed sinisterly. He said to Feng Hao, "Don't be too happy. You won't be able to be happy for long..."
Bang, bang, bang...
Feng Hao did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, the giant handprint in the sky descended. Just the pressure alone was enough to crush him into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere, and not even his bones were left.
Feng Hao did not feel any joy after killing everyone. On the contrary, he was very indifferent, without joy or sorrow.
"Phew..."
He exhaled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "No matter what the reason is, there is no need for you to exist in the Nandou Prefecture."
Even if he was a giant of the human race, he would not be merciful to those who dared to attack his family.
This was a source of trouble. Even if he was willing to let it go, this source of trouble would not help him in times of danger. On the contrary, it was very likely that he would use underhanded means.
Leaving him alive was also a scourge. He had to be eliminated.
"Yes."
As he thought about this, a feeling that caused the hairs on Fenghao's body to stand on end suddenly spread out. His pupils shrank as he saw a pitch-black figure slowly walking out from the flowing light space nearby. The figure broke through space and gave people a visual impact as if the entire world was being trampled under his feet.
This was a man whose entire body was covered by an ink-like liquid energy. His appearance was extremely young and was similar to Feng Hao. Each and every one of his actions possessed an indescribable might that could affect the world and intimidate one's heart. More importantly, the ink-like energy on his body was filled with an ominous feeling, causing one to involuntarily feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of one's heart.
"It's you."
Feng Hao's heart trembled, and his words were filled with surprise.
The person who had walked out of the flowing light space was actually the Holy Son of Light that Huang Tianyun had been chasing.
In the past two years, there had been no news from Huang Tianyun, which meant that they had not been able to find the whereabouts of the Holy Son of Light. Who would have thought that the Holy Son of Light had not gone far and was actually hiding in the Martial Sky Continent?
And this time, when the matter with the Feng family had caused such an uproar, he had appeared. He had been hiding in the dark until now.
"The inheritor of the God of Nothingness …"
The Holy Son of Light's eyes were completely black, without the slightest hint of other colors. They were filled with a nauseating black aura as he murmured softly.
Others could not see through Feng Hao, but how could he forget the fluctuations of energy that suppressed him?
"Step back."
Feng Hao shouted. At the same time, he circulated the Supreme Demon Sealing Art with all his might. His entire body shone with dazzling golden light, as if he was clad in divine armor, making him look exceptionally heroic.
"Brother Hao."
Although Joan Of Arc and the other girls were worried, they did not dare to show off at this moment. Together with the others, they retreated a thousand meters away and looked at him worriedly.
The person who walked out gave everyone a formless pressure. Even the bystanders who were thousands of miles away could feel the soul-stirring aura.
Without a doubt, the Holy Son of Light, who had disappeared for so long, had definitely surpassed the Mortal Saint realm.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats, especially the cheering members of the Feng family. Their excited hearts had all quietened down.
Joan Of Arc, Wan Xin, and Yan Qing were all familiar with the Holy Son of Light. In the battle in the Origin World, the three of them had joined hands with Feng Hao, and the devil beast had managed to scare him away.
From this, it could be seen just how extraordinary he was. At this moment, he had undoubtedly appeared in an even stronger state.
"I'm very surprised that you were able to get rid of those trash. It seems that you've also improved greatly in the past few years."
The Holy Son of Light's voice was hoarse and ear-piercing. It was impossible to hear any fluctuations in his emotions. However, in his words, the hundreds of Mortal Saints and the top ten experts were all good-for-nothings, and their existence was just a waste of food. Moreover, he did not seem to be surprised by Feng Hao's improvement at all. On the contrary, he was filled with disdain.
Feng Hao did not speak. His eyes were cold as his hands turned into afterimages and began to form the Sky Overturning Hand Seal...
He did not dare to be careless in the face of someone who was like an old enemy.
Moreover, the Holy Son of Light gave him a completely different feeling. It was as if... he was no longer the Holy Son of Light from before.
"Rumble …"
As soon as the Sky Overturning Hand Seal was formed, the entire world exploded. A great aura spread out, and the surrounding space shattered inch by inch.
"This is..."
Seeing the Sky Overturning Hand Seal and the familiar fluctuation, the Holy Son of Light's pupils slightly widened. A hint of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes. After a long while, he finally said, "I didn't expect him to have already passed on these two Secret Arts to you. However... you're far from being a match for me right now."
"Seal."
Feng Hao's face was cold and solemn as he uttered the Burning Sound. With a press of his hand, the pitch-black Sky Overturning Hand Seal in the sky came crashing down with great power.
"Hmph."
A sinister glint flashed in the Holy Son of Light's pitch-black eyes. He casually stretched out his hand, and suddenly, his arm turned into a hideous demonic claw. It was as thick as a bucket and extended endlessly, grabbing at the descending pitch-black Sky Overturning Hand Seal.
"Bang!"
The giant handprint collided with this demonic claw, emitting a muffled thunder like explosion that rumbled across the sky. The ink-like energy splashed and sprinkled down, continuously corroding the starry sky. It was like plastic that had melted, leaving behind only a thin layer that did not break.
If it were not for the starry curtain's barrier, who knew how many disciples of the Feng Clan would have died to this rain of ink.
"I'll break it."
The Holy Son of Light let out a violent roar. The demonic claw suddenly exerted force and directly grabbed. The powerful Sky Overturning Hand Seal was crushed in his palm.
[Fifth Update.]
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