Chapter 675
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? Chapter 673:
Elder Feng's Wrath
The dramatic turn of events caught everyone off guard. The young man's savior was chasing him away, and from the looks of it, he was going to kill him. "…"
The Nephrite Holy Son and the four elders were overjoyed. As long as Tianwu Auction House didn't interfere, they were confident they could keep the two before them here!
Feng Hao and Samsara's talents made them feel threatened. They could no longer tolerate their existence. Only by killing them would they feel at ease!
Especially Samsara, the God of Death. In their eyes, he was the biggest threat!
The four elders exchanged a look and gathered their strength, ready to strike at a moment's notice!
For a moment, Feng Hao was in a hopeless situation. He was extremely anxious, but Wang Kang still hadn't appeared.
"Did he get transferred away because his last performance was too good?"
Feng Hao's heart skipped a beat at the thought.
It wasn't impossible. If that was the case, he really would be doomed today. The people from Tianwu Auction House wouldn't hold back just because he'd kidnapped the Nephrite Holy Son!
Samsara couldn't react in time. He didn't know if Feng Hao was here for help or if he was digging his own grave. Faced with the pressure of two martial kings, his expression darkened as he fell into a dilemma.
If he were to ambush the two martial kings, he'd have to make a decision. Kill the Holy Son or let him go. Either choice would draw the attention of the four elders behind him, which would only worsen the situation. But if that was the case, the heavily injured Fenghao wouldn't be able to fend off the two martial kings.
The result would be death!
"Why do you insist on killing me?"
Feng Hao asked Steward Sun with narrowed eyes. He calmed down in the face of the two martial kings.
He didn't understand. He didn't have any grudges with Steward Sun, so why was he doing this? What was the reason behind all this?
"Nonsense. You came to my auction house to cause trouble. If I don't kill you, where will the dignity of the auction house be?!"
Steward Sun avoided Feng Hao's gaze and shouted, "Kill them all, don't leave any survivors!"
"Yes!"
The two strong men responded. Immediately, their Martial Origin surged out and pressed down on Feng Hao.
"Stop!"
An aged voice rang out like a clap of thunder. Everyone felt that their minds were in chaos and their heads were spinning. The two muscular men's bodies trembled and the martial energy they condensed was dispersed. Blood flowed out from the corners of their ears and they knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
This shout was specifically targeted at the two of them. Moreover, they knew very well who the person who shouted was. Instantly, their hearts were filled with despair. However, they didn't understand what they had done!
Following this shout, the people on the scene had all sorts of changes …
Steward Sun, the Nephrite Holy Son, and the four elders were all ashen. They naturally recognized the owner of the voice, and the fact that he'd spoken up now meant that he was going to protect the young man again.
The people in the distance were baffled. Was the Tianwu Auction House going to help the young man or kill him?
Steward Sun wanted to kill Feng Hao. Everyone could see it clearly. It was as if he had a grudge against the young man and wanted him dead no matter what.
The old man who had spoken up was undoubtedly going to protect the young man …
"It's him!"
Ecstasy surged in Feng Hao's heart when he heard this voice. Then, he saw a familiar old figure walk out of the auction house with Wang Kang.
The newcomer was Elder Feng!
His face was filled with rage, and his aura fluctuated from head to toe. His oppressive aura swept across the scene like a tsunami. In an instant, everyone felt as if they were carrying a great mountain on their backs, making it difficult for them to breathe. Everyone stared at him in fear.
Even if this old man wasn't a saint, he wasn't far from it. It was obvious from the grave expressions on the four elders' faces.
Elder Feng glared angrily at Fenghao when he saw him bathed in blood and his torn flesh. His beard and hair moved despite the absence of wind and fluttered in the air. An even more majestic aura burst forth from his elderly body. He was like a holy deity who had walked the world, his aura was awe-inspiring, causing others to involuntarily feel the urge to kneel before him, unable to even think of resisting.
"Who did this?"
A voice carrying a boundless oppressive aura reverberated through the entire place like thunder. Steward Sun immediately collapsed, and those with weaker cultivations also fell to the ground, unable to keep their footing.
The Nephrite Holy Son and the four elders were ashen as they stared at Elder Feng in astonishment.
They could hear the rage in Elder Feng's voice …
This old man was truly enraged!
They couldn't understand why the old man overseeing the Tianwu Auction House would think so highly of this young man. Could this young man be more important to him than a sacred land?
That was impossible if it was because of benefits. Then there was only one explanation — this young man was his blood relative!
That was the only explanation. Otherwise, no matter how great a young man's potential was, he couldn't compare to a sacred land!
"Could it be …"
Feng Hao's heart trembled at the sight of the seething old man. Then, he saw Wang Kang standing beside the old man and looking at him with an inexplicable smile.
"Could it be that he already knows?"
Fenghao was taken aback as a look of confusion flashed across his eyes.
He didn't understand how this old man knew his identity. He clearly hadn't known since the last time he'd left. Why did he expose his identity after leaving?
Samsara heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this scene. At the same time, she glanced meaningfully at Feng Hao.
His surname was Feng, so it was very likely that he was a descendant of the Imperial City's Feng family!
However, he couldn't understand why a descendant of the Feng family from the Imperial City would be born in a small city in a small kingdom.
"I'm asking, who did this?!"
Elder Feng was even more enraged when no one said anything. A vast aura swept out and enveloped the Nephrite Holy Son and the four elders, crushing them viciously.
"Pfft!"
All five of them coughed up blood and the four elders fell from the sky. Samsara glanced at the Nephrite Holy Son and put away her dagger. She stood silently beside Feng Hao and watched everything unfold with cold eyes.
Bang, bang! …
Elder Feng made a grabbing motion with one hand and pulled the four elders over. Like birds with broken wings, they fell miserably on the square in front of the Tianwu Auction House.
Their clothes were tattered, their hair was disheveled, and there was blood at the corner of their mouths. Elder Feng had only used his aura, yet he'd already reduced the four mighty cultivators to such a sorry state. No one doubted that if he wanted to crush them to death, it wouldn't take him much effort at all. For this ad-free video, please go to "Heart Strike".
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