The old man ordered everyone in the Chu family to step back, then took the initiative to greet him, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you, your Excellency, who dares to break into my Yan family at night, and I don't know why?"

Looking at the black-haired old man, Su Feng was slightly startled, but then he quickly came to his senses.

He was not ambiguous and asked straight to the point: "Old man, have you harmed Shi Qing? That is, the owner of the land in the western suburbs."

As soon as Yan Qingge's master heard about the land in the western suburbs, he immediately understood Su Feng's purpose.

But the problem is that he does everything secretly. Logically speaking, the other party should not know him.

Thinking of this, the old man's face showed some confusion: "How do you know about my existence?"

Su Feng was too lazy to explain anything to the old man and sneered: "You don't need to know this. Anyway, you must pay the price for your actions today!"

"You're not very young, but your tone is not young. You really don't know your own abilities."

"That's better than you, an old bastard who has lived for who knows how many years. My age is my capital. What are you? An old gangster with half a foot in the coffin?"

In front of so many subordinates of the Yan family, the old man was humiliated by Su Feng, and naturally he lost face.

Hearing this, the old man became furious.

"Boy, I will cut off your tongue later to see what kind of skills you have developed as a sharp-tongued person!"

As the roar rang out, an extremely terrifying aura filled the entire place, like a biting cold wave in winter, lowering the temperature of the entire hall to the extreme.

Under this insidious and domineering pressure, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Some of the Yan family's subordinates who were somewhat capable were not so frightened that they fainted, but they also collapsed to the ground, trembling and hiding behind tables and chairs.

The old man stared at Su Feng fiercely, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Su Feng, who squinted his eyes slightly, could tell at a glance that the opponent was a land and immortal magician. Although his level was not too terrifying, he was a bit more difficult to deal with than the previous warriors.

It's a pity that Su Feng, as a practitioner of both magic and martial arts, is not afraid of the opponent at all.

Su Feng, who was in the center of the pressure, not only did not panic or feel uncomfortable, but remained calm as usual, looking at the old man jokingly.

"It's interesting, old guy. Before attacking the enemy, you first scare your own little brother to death. Are you afraid that you don't know how capable you are, an old bastard?"

"Boy, I want you to die!"

The next moment, the old man floated into the air, blood suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his long hair was flying.

The huge hall was instantly disturbed by the ghostly aura emerging from his body, turning into a chaotic storm.

Countless black ink-like auras of rotting corpses turned into huge skulls as if they were real substances. The monsters screamed "Aoao" and took the lead in attacking and killing several of the Yan family's men.

Su Feng really guessed it right. It seemed that the more death energy this old man swallowed, the stronger his strength became.

In order to deal with himself, he actually started to attack the Yan family.

After accumulating enough power, the skull actually changed again, turning into four or five human-like skeleton soldiers, charging towards Su Feng.

But just when the old man was feeling triumphant, he discovered that Su Feng's originally indifferent eyes actually reflected a gleam of light.

It's like a ray of sunshine that transcends the dark world shrouded in corpse air and illuminates everything!

The next moment, nine invisible black shadows penetrated the skeleton soldiers like mosquitoes and flies, shooting straight towards the old man's eyebrows.

Guigu’s nine needles can heal people’s lives and even steal their souls!


Chapter completed!