Chapter 21
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Until they saw the next scene, they finally understood where the uneasiness in their hearts came from …
The little beggar took a step forward and bent his knees slightly. All the strength in his body seemed to have dissipated. His hands hung limply by his side and then slowly lifted up. When his nephew threw a heavy punch, he turned to the left and retracted his leg. Then, he cupped his fist and the seemingly limp hand accurately grasped the area between his thumb and index finger.
Using his strength, he used the momentum of retracting his leg to neutralize the force of the punch. He turned sideways and grabbed the young man's arm. With a cracking sound, a blood-curdling scream suddenly rang out.
"Hiss!"
The young man let out a blood-curdling scream. The sharp pain in his arm caused his face to turn pale. However, this was not the end. He could not pull his hand away, nor could he retreat. After his hand was twisted, his other hand was also caught. It was also difficult for him to escape.
"Crack!"
"Ah …"
"Brother!"
"Young Master!"
The guards and the young girl cried out in shock, their voices trembling because of the shock. What made them even more shocked was that after the hands were broken, the hands that didn't seem to have any lethality were now clasping their throats.
"No, don't …" The young man finally showed a look of horror. The aura of death enveloped him and made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
"Don't, don't kill him!"
The middle-aged man's expression changed greatly and he tried to stop them. However, before he could finish his words, he heard a cracking sound. His nephew's neck was bent and his vitality was instantly cut off. Even in death, his unwilling and frightened eyes were still wide open …
"Brother! Brother … "
The young girl wailed mournfully and sorrowfully. She wanted to rush forward, but the middle-aged man firmly held her back, preventing her from going forward.
"Young, Young Master …"
The guards were also shocked by this scene. They could not believe that their Young Master, the number one disciple in the family, was killed by a beggar. If the family head knew, how angry would he be?
"Kill him and avenge Young Master!"
More than a dozen people rushed forward with murderous intent, and the sharp swords in their hands flew out. The fierce sword energy was accompanied by raging anger, and it seemed that only Fengjiu's blood could quench the grief and anger in their hearts.
The young girl's entire body went limp as she fell to the ground. She stared blankly at the lifeless body of her elder brother on the ground. She couldn't believe that a person who was still alive just a moment ago was now dead …
"Second Uncle, this isn't true, is it? Her brother was so powerful, how could he be killed by a beggar? Second Uncle, tell me this isn't real. This isn't real, right? "
She held the middle-aged man's hand and cried, unwilling to believe that the cruel scene in front of her was reality.
Her brother was the pride of the family, the most outstanding person. How could he be killed by a child beggar?
But at that moment, the middle-aged man did not have the time to be sad or angry because he saw more than a dozen guards attacking the child beggar, but they fell one after another. Their numbers were decreasing, but the beggar did not have a single wound on his body.
"Get up! We'll leave immediately! "He said decisively and used his uninjured hand to pull up his niece who was sitting on the ground.
"I want to avenge my brother! I want to kill him! I want to kill him! "The young girl cried and struggled to break free from his hand and rush forward.
"Wake up! You can't kill him! "
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