Chapter 3093
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"Who are you? How dare you speak to me like that? Do you believe that I will kill you? "
Old Ancestor Zhou stared angrily. When he looked at Feng Hao, it was like he was looking at a dead person.
No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He actually looked down on him. How arrogant. The spiritual energy in his body exploded. He could kill this ant at any moment.
"Scram!"
Feng Hao's gaze was dark. He was truly angry. This old dog killed someone in front of him and even threatened him. He was asking to die.
"You are asking to die!"
Old Ancestor Zhou was furious. This junior was arrogant and actually told him to scram.
The spiritual energy around him exploded, and his Nascent Soul power exploded. His hand slammed down like a praying mat. A spiritual energy hand appeared in mid-air and smashed towards Feng Hao.
"What a strong pressure. Let's run!"
The Cheng Family members peed their pants in fear. A Nascent Soul cultivator attacked and killed many. After all, when gods fought, mortals suffered.
They were far away from the center of the storm. Their hearts pounded as they looked at the back of the youth on the main street. They didn't know if he could block it or not.
Peng!
The spiritual energy hand smashed down, and the entire ancient city shook. The ground split open, and sand and stone flew everywhere. Many houses were flattened.
Strong energy swept. The weaker Cheng Family cultivators spat out blood and flew backwards. Their eyes were filled with terror.
Dust covered Feng Hao's body. People didn't know his current situation, but … he would probably end up badly.
That was because Old Ancestor Zhou cast spells very quickly. He might not even be able to defend in time. He could only take such a strong attack head-on.
"An ant trying to shake a tree. Such trash dares to speak to me like this? I will kill ten of them!" Old Ancestor Zhou laughed coldly.
"Is that so?"
Yet, Feng Hao's cold voice rang out. He waved his hand, and a wild wind blew the dust away. The world became clear again.
He stood on the main street with an extraordinary temperament. Even though he had no cultivation, his divine body was still shining like a deity. The bluestone tiles under his feet were undamaged, but there was a huge palm print around him. The ground had even sunk.
"Feng Hao didn't die. He survived."
The eyes of the Cheng Clan members almost popped out. They couldn't believe that this was real. Feng Hao actually withstood the attack of an Original Infant Stage cultivator.
"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to be so arrogant in front of me?!" Feng Hao's Vermillion Bird Wings unfurled behind his back and he quickly flew towards Forefather Zhou.
He reached out with his right hand, flashing with red light. The image of a qilin appeared on his arm as he grabbed towards Forefather Zhou.
With a bam, he grabbed Forefather Zhou's right leg and then threw him towards a bronze mountain in the ancient city.
Boom! A deafening sound came from the copper mountain in the ancient city.
Old Ancestor Zhou was smashed into the mountain. His hair was messy and he looked like a beggar.
His physical body seemed to be very strong. Even Tong Shan was almost violent, but he was not seriously injured. There was only a little blood at the corner of his mouth.
In the city, the Cheng Clan Elder and the Cheng Clan members were dumbfounded. To them, this was a legend.
Forefather Zhou was a top talent in the ancient cultivation clan. He was an Original Infant Stage monster that had lived for thousands of years. Yet, he was being beaten by Feng Hao just like that. It was too terrifying.
"Eh?"
Feng Hao frowned. Forefather Zhou's physical body was so strong and terrifyingly sturdy. If he was a normal Martial Ancestor, his physical body would have been smashed into meat paste by that swing.
"Feng Hao mainly cultivates his physical body and is indestructible. Tong Shan can't smash him to death, but Cheng Clan's ancestral mountain can. There is a defensive array there and it cannot be destroyed."
The Cheng Clan Elder's eyes lit up. He guessed that Forefather Zhou was going to die here today.
"Okay!"
Feng Hao flapped his Vermillion Bird Wings and broke through the sound barrier. He appeared on top of the bronze mountain and once again lifted Forefather Zhou, who was in a daze, and threw him towards Cheng Clan's ancestral mountain.
Cheng Clan's ancestral mountain was a few thousand meters tall. The terrain was steep and it was filled with an ancient aura.
Forefather Zhou was thrown onto the ancestral mountain. He cried out in pain and his body was a bloody mess. His parents probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.
This was the ancestral mountain, the foundation of a clan. It had a defensive array and was naturally extremely sturdy. It was as if Forefather Zhou had hit an iron plate. It was already rare that he didn't die.
"Who the f * ck is this?"
Forefather Zhou was extremely terrified. He had never seen such a person. Could there be an old monster that had cultivated for thousands of years in Huaxia?
This was too perverse. He had actually thrown him here and there like a sandbag. He had almost died.
One had to know that he was the representative of the peak cultivators in Huaxia. With the Spiritual Qi on Earth, it was impossible for there to be someone much stronger than him.
"You forced me to do this. I never thought of releasing it on Earth, but you are vicious enough to force me to do this," Forefather Zhou said coldly.
Forefather Zhou said coldly. He took out a bag from his bosom, opened it, and threw it into the air. He smiled viciously and said, "Boy, I don't know who you are, but that is not important. Do you know what is in my Qiankun Bag? It's a big monster, a big monster that has lived for ten thousand years. You are dead for sure. "
Moo!
A roar came from the Qiankun Bag. It seemed to have transcended time and space. A primordial aura spread out.
Feng Hao frowned. It would have been fine if Forefather Zhou hadn't said he was dead for sure. Now that he said this, he couldn't remain calm. This old dog was about to die and still threatened him.
He used all his strength, grabbed Forefather Zhou's leg, and used all his strength to smash towards the Cheng Clan's ancestral mountain.
Rumble!
The entire ancestral mountain trembled. The force was so great that it almost caused the Cheng family's ancestral mountain to collapse. Patriarch Zhou let out a heart-wrenching howl as he was smashed into meat paste. He couldn't be more dead than he already was.
Just like when he killed the Cheng Clan members.
This was Feng Hao giving him a taste of his own medicine. His eyes were emotionless. He had killed far too many people in his life and could no longer make him feel anything.
"This, this … I am so f * cked up. Forefather Zhou died just like that? I suspect this is a fake Forefather Zhou. "
"F * ck, this is an original leveled cultivator. He can control the life and death of a country. He died just like that."
The Cheng Clan members were terrified from the bottom of their hearts. This was too shocking. Feng Hao rose to fame after filming a movie. They had never heard of such a character before.
It was as if he jumped out from a rock. He was extremely domineering. He killed an original leveled cultivator with a raise of his hand.
Moo!
Another roar came from the sky. This time, it was clearer and more shocking. It was as if an ancient demon was awakening. Rocks and dirt rolled off Tong Shan's body.
The Cheng Clan members were terrified. They could feel their ancestral mountain shaking. They could imagine how powerful the thing inside the Qiankun Bag was.
A ten thousand year old monster. Just thinking about it made their scalp numb.
Feng Hao's expression was emotionless. He had been through countless trials and storms. What hasn't he seen? He really didn't care about a mere monster.
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