The restaurant was dead silent. Shocked and slightly dazed gazes fell on Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen just casually threw it, but it had such terrifying strength.
"This young man's strength is really terrifying!"
"He hid it very well. I can't see the depth of his cultivation."
"That person seems to be from the Burial Valley! This kid has guts. "
The quiet restaurant suddenly burst into a hubbub.
Outside the restaurant, it attracted many cultivators to watch. They were very curious about what happened.
Feng Wuchen put the gold coins on the table, then walked out of the restaurant and walked towards He Mo.
Feng Wuchen's strength was very strong. With a swing of his hand, he threw He Mo from the street of the restaurant to another street, destroying four buildings in the process.
He Mo's head was broken and bleeding. His body was heavily injured, but he was not dead. However, he could not get up.
When he was in the Feng Clan, Feng Wuchen did not dare to touch him. He Mo did not expect that after Feng Wuchen came to the Nine Provinces, not only did he touch him, he even dared to kill him!
"Burial Valley's He Mo? Who is so ruthless? "
"Who is so bold to even dare to hit someone from the Burial Valley!"
"Looking at this trajectory, he flew over from the restaurant."
Everyone's gaze followed the trajectory of He Mo's flight and saw Feng Wuchen's group of three walking over.
Three strangers!
Everyone was very sure that no one had seen Feng Wuchen's group of three before.
So unfamiliar, He Mo was definitely injured by them. Who in the Nine Provinces did not know about the Burial Valley? Who dared to touch He Mo?
Although He Mo's cultivation was only at the third level of the Origin Core Stage, He Mo was quite famous in the Nine Provinces. He also had a certain status in the Burial Valley.
Of course, it was not because of himself, but because He Mo had an alchemist brother, He Tianxiong. He Tianxiong was a grade three alchemist, and he also had a grade five alchemist master.
With these layers of relationships, it allowed He Mo to do well. Not many people in the Nine Provinces dared to touch him!
Feng Wuchen and the other two walked over, and the surrounding xiuzhe all stepped back.
The severely injured He Mo's pale face was extremely malevolent. He glared at Feng Wuchen and said, "No one in the Nine Prefectures dares to touch me. If you dare to kill me, I guarantee that you won't be able to return alive!"
Feng Wuchen was expressionless as he stared coldly at He Mo. His intimidating gaze frightened the surrounding cultivators.
Such a young man actually had such a frightening gaze.
"Just because you're from the Burial Valley?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, his killing intent filling the air.
The heavy and cold murderous aura made everyone tremble in fear. They looked at Feng Wuchen with even more fear.
Where did this young man come from? His murderous aura was so terrifying!
Knowing that He Mo was from the Burial Valley, he still dared to attack him?
Could it be that this young man's background was even more terrifying than He Mo's?
He Mo was flustered. At the same time, he was furious. When had he ever suffered such humiliation in the Nine Prefectures? Even the experts from the other factions had to be respectful when they saw him.
However, Feng Wuchen didn't even put him in his eyes!
"Young man, don't be rash. He Mo's brother is a Third Grade Alchemist. His brother's master is a Fifth Grade Alchemist!" Suddenly, an old man reminded.
"Oh?" Feng Wuchen was slightly stunned. He immediately sneered and said, "I see. No wonder you said that no one in the Nine Prefectures dares to touch you. So you have the support of a Fifth Grade Alchemist."
"Stinking brat, you dare to attack Brother He Mo without knowing the situation? I think you're tired of living!" A man suddenly stood out and shouted at Feng Wuchen. It seemed like he wanted to help He Mo.
"You're courting death! Don't even think about leaving alive after injuring Brother He Mo! "A few other men with strong cultivations stood out.
Feng Wuchen glanced at the four men coldly and asked, "You want to stop me?"
He Mo had the support of a Fifth Grade Alchemist. This was a good opportunity to rope in He Mo, and he might even be able to obtain many benefits in the future.
A Fifth Grade Alchemist had an extraordinary status. Who didn't want to curry favor with him?
Just like the Inferno Empire's Yang Tian Xian, a Fifth Grade Alchemist who was conferred the title of Grand Tutor by the Empire!
"Kill him and you'll be rewarded!" The furious He Mo shouted angrily, as if he'd already forgotten the mission he came out on this time.
He Mo's mission was to invite Feng Wuchen to the Burial Valley. However, he who was furious already completely didn't care about this.
"Don't worry, Brother He Mo. With us here, he can forget about harming you in the slightest!" An eighth level Origin Core Stage man sneered confidently.
But when he finished speaking, the man's face abruptly went pale. He suddenly saw a palm print rapidly expand before his eyes, and the palm that contained a violent force smashed down towards him.
Bang!
"Pu!"
Feng Wuchen's attack was fierce and merciless. Instantly, his palm smashed onto the top of the man's head, and with an explosive bang, the man spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot!
"Those who obstruct me die!" Feng Wuchen said coldly, instantly scaring the other three people to the point they were paralyzed on the ground with pale faces.
The surrounding cultivators were dumbstruck, and their eyes were filled with terror!
An eighth level Origin Core Stage expert was actually instantly killed by a single palm strike from the youth before them!
He Mo was extremely terrified. He forcefully endured his heavy injuries and intense pain as he crawled up, wanting to flee for his life!
So long as He Mo was able to flee, then he would have the chance to come back and take revenge!
But unfortunately, one of the people that stood out to help He Mo was killed, and the other three had long since been scared out of their wits. The others completely didn't dare make a move.
Killing an eighth level Origin Core Stage martial artist with a single palm strike, such a terrifying strength had long since scared everyone out of their wits.
He Mo looked at Feng Wuchen with terror and despair, and already regretted threatening Feng Wuchen. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen to such an end.
Whoosh!
Feng Wuchen's figure suddenly flashed over and blocked He Mo's path.
The sudden appearance of Feng Wuchen scared the cultivators on the street to the point they retreated in terror, and no one dared to approach.
"Where do you think you're going?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Don't … Don't kill me!" Seeing Feng Wuchen appear in a flash, He Mo knelt down in terror and begged for mercy.
"Don't you have the support of a Grade Five Alchemist? I want to kill you now, but why don't I see him come out? "Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Gulp …"
He Mo swallowed his saliva in terror, and his face was pale as a sheet.
"Feng … Feng Wuchen, I know I was wrong, please don't kill me!" He Mo kowtowed in terror and begged for mercy. Facing the aura of death, it had already crushed He Mo's line of defense.
Feng Wuchen lowered his voice. His voice seemed as if it came from the depths of hell, icy cold and bone piercing, causing one's hair to stand on end. "Not only will I kill you, everyone in the Burial Valley who captured my father must die!"
Whoosh!
As soon as Feng Wuchen finished speaking, a sonic boom suddenly sounded out from behind him, and a white colored energy that contained formidable strength shot out explosively.
"Bang!"
Feng Wuchen, who noticed it, didn't even turn around as he swung his left hand backwards, and a muffled bang sounded out as he forcefully shattered the white colored energy.
"Stinking kid, you have some ability." A proud sneer sounded out from behind him.
The person that arrived was a young man that wore gorgeous brocade, held a Carefree Fan in his hand, and had the appearance of a scholar.
"Young Master Zhang!" The gazes of the cultivators on the street swept over.
The young man was the Skywind City's Zhang Clan's Eldest Young Master, Zhang Bufan. His cultivation had attained the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage, and his cultivation was much more formidable than the young man from before.
The Zhang Clan was a large clan in Skywind City with deep resources and formidable strength.
Zhang Bufan was a genius of the Zhang Clan, a genius of Skywind City, and his cultivation had attained the eighth level of the Origin Core Stage before the age of 20.
"Young Master Zhang! Quickly save me! "When he saw Zhang Bufan, He Mo seemed as if he'd seen a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly cried out.
"No one can save you!" Feng Wuchen said coldly and indifferently, then directly blasted his fist towards He Mo's chest.
Swish!
Zhang Bufan frowned, then he immediately urged his True Essence to execute his movement technique. Swish! A black shadow flashed, and in practically the blink of an eye, he'd rescued He Mo from Feng Wuchen's fist.
His speed was extremely terrifying, and under the same cultivation, Zhang Bufan's speed absolutely occupied the advantage.
"If you want to kill someone, you'll have to ask this Young Lord's permission. In terms of speed, this Young Lord is still very confident …" Zhang Bufan sneered arrogantly. However, before he could finish speaking, his arrogant smile suddenly stiffened.
"Your speed is only so-so!" Feng Wuchen's icy cold voice suddenly sounded out from Zhang Bufan's left.
Bang!
"Pu!"
Feng Wuchen's figure flashed out strangely, then his fist blasted onto He Mo's chest, and with an explosive bang, the violent strength struck He Mo to the point he spat out blood, and his figure was blasted flying from Feng Wuchen's hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the terrifying strength, He Mo flew out like a cannonball, destroying one building after another, and stirring up a large cloud of dust.
Feng Wuchen's punch had mercilessly killed He Mo!
The terrifying strength caused many cultivators on the street to tremble in fear, and they could not help but tremble.
"How is this possible …" Zhang Bufan's face was filled with shock, he simply could not believe that Feng Wuchen's speed was so terrifying, so terrifying that he could not detect it!
Zhang Bufan had always been known for his speed, but in front of Feng Wuchen, the speed that he was so proud of, was actually inferior to Feng Wuchen!
The shocked Zhang Bufan stood in place blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
Zhang Bufan could not believe that a man younger than him, whether it was speed or strength, was actually above him. And what made Zhang Bufan even more shocked was that Feng Wuchen had not even activated his True Essence.
What was the cultivation of this young man in front of him? Was he really so terrifying at such a young age?
Feng Wuchen glanced at Zhang Bufan, who was beside him, and said coldly, "If you intend to interfere, I don't mind killing you!"
Hearing this, the shocked Zhang Bufan frowned, and his face turned gloomy. As a genius of the Zhang Family, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?
Zhang Bufan was furious, and his tyrannical strength erupted. He said in a deep voice, "You can try!"
"I even dared to kill He Mo in the Burial Valley, why would I be afraid of your Zhang Family?" Feng Wuchen said coldly without fear, and a heavy and biting cold murderous aura spread out.
Since he had killed He Mo, it was destined that this trip to the Nine Prefectures would not go smoothly. Feng Wuchen was not afraid of making a big deal out of this. If he really turned the Nine Prefectures upside down, who could do anything to Feng Wuchen?
"Chen 'er!" Xiao Qingqing hurriedly came over to stop Feng Wuchen, and said, "Chen' er, forget it."
"Brother Feng, we still have important matters to attend to." Ling Xiaoxiao also came over to stop him.
"Let's go." Feng Wuchen withdrew his aura and said indifferently.
"Who are you?" Zhang Bufan asked with a frown.
Feng Wuchen did not answer, nor did he need to answer.
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