Chapter 211 Quan Xing vs Wang Family
The next day.

Early in the morning, several servants who were taking care of the plants in the north courtyard smelled a faint smell of blood and became alert.

Following the route, he walked up the stairs into the dungeon, but was soon horrified by the scene before him. His face turned pale, his stomach churning, and he held onto the wall and vomited.

"啕——"

"Cough cough!!"

There was no trace of Feng Tianyang. His clothes were folded intact on the side, and the ground was covered with dried blood. His body was dismembered, with bones and flesh separated, and all the bodies were of the same size. The cruelty of the means was far beyond what a few servants could bear.

"Quickly inform the head of the family."

"啕"

They didn't want to stay for a moment and ran out stumblingly.

When the head of the Wang family, who was still having breakfast, heard the news of Feng Tianyang's death, he was stunned at first, almost unable to believe his ears. Then his face became extremely gloomy and he squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"Walk."

He rushed to the dungeon with a group of guards and several elders.

"this?!"

"Who on earth did this? It's so vicious."

"The visitor is not good."

Several elderly elders exclaimed as a pool of scattered flesh and bones appeared in front of them, as if the culprit was standing there mocking them.

The head of the Wang family felt a chill down his spine. He didn't care about his anger. The first thing he thought of was the safety of his family members' lives, which were no longer guaranteed.

The assassin who committed the crime last night was able to easily kill Feng Tianyang, the user of the Eight Great Techniques, and a large number of direct descendants of the Wang family, including the Wang family, could not escape the disaster.

The other party is elusive and it's hard to tell when he will appear again in the future.

This potential threat became a poisonous thorn that pierced the throat of the head of the Wang family. His finger bones were clenched so tightly that they crackled. The seriousness of the matter was beyond his control.

The old man holding the pipe in his mouth slowly leaned over and observed the traces at the scene. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. The guy who assassinated Feng Tianyang was too powerful and left almost no flaws.

There were only two shocking cracks on the wall. One was a spider web-like crack that had collapsed inward, probably caused by an external impact. The other was a deep, narrow blade mark. The hard wall was easily pierced like tofu.

"Uncle, have you found any clues?" The head of the Wang family was uneasy.

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The old man frowned, and his skinny fingers, yellowed by the dry tobacco, brushed across the remaining cracks, and inferred based on his life experience:

"The person who attacked has extremely strong horizontal training skills. A wizard like Feng Tianyang who controls spirits would be finished if he gets close to him."

"He just kills the target with one move at a time. I have no idea who has such assassination skills."

The head of the Wang family froze in place, thinking hard. The names of many sects and forces quickly flashed through his mind, but he could not find a suitable reason to lock on a suspect.

The elder beside him sighed with regret:

"The spirit-binding general is still in our hands, but now that he's dead, there's no one to explain the secrets of cultivation to us. From now on, we can only figure it out on our own."

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

The head of the Wang family was in a daze, still fearing the murderous assassin. He used cruel and sadistic methods. He had no doubt that Feng Tianyang, the spineless man, would repeat the same old trick and hand over the 'Spirit Constraint and General Dispatching' again in order to survive.

"We must find out the truth, otherwise our Wang family will never have peace again."

After hearing the patriarch's order, several elders were divided. Some wanted to stop right there and no longer get involved in the dispute over snatching special skills, and wait and see what happens; others suggested to be patient for the time being and to catch Duanmu Ying as soon as possible, which was the top priority.

However, just as they were arguing, a servant hurried to the scene and brought bad news.

"The elders of the family"

"Oh no!"

"Quan Xing came to the door."

The servant was out of breath and said anxiously:
"Many of our guard brothers have fallen victim to their murderous hands!"

"what?"

Everyone was furious, but they didn't expect that one crisis would come after another.

"Go and have a look."

The head of the Wang family had no way out. If he could tolerate Quan Xing coming to his house to humiliate him, wouldn't he be laughed at by the whole world?
After a while, he led his confidants and elders back to the front yard.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight. There were only a few dozen demons in Quanxing. Gu Qi'an sat firmly on a pear blossom nanmu chair, stepping on a guard whose life or death was unknown. He looked down at the whole audience and said jokingly:
"I heard that Feng Tianyang is in your house?"

"Bring it quickly, don't make any mistakes."

The arrogant attitude, accompanied by the terrifying intimidation, made the younger generation present silent and dared not refute.

Wang Ai, the son of the patriarch, saw for the first time in his life such an arrogant Quan Xing who dared to come and kill him. His legs and feet were trembling and he hid behind his uncles in fear.

An old and frail elder, his blood pressure soaring with anger, responded sternly:

"Thieves, you broke into my Wang family and killed the guards. Do you know what you are doing?"

"Okay, old man, what's wrong with me picking on the weak?"

Gu Qi'an stroked his hands and laughed, then went straight to the point:

"I won't waste my time talking to you. Hand over Feng Tianyang. If I can't get the spirits and generals today, I will definitely wipe out your entire Wang family. I mean what I say!"

"Junior, it's over."

"My Wang family has a thousand-year heritage, it's not a place for a lowly bug like you to run wild!"

Wang Ai's father walked out from the restless crowd, his cold eyes revealing pure murderous intent, staring at the head of Quan Xing, refusing to compromise.

Gu Qi'an's tone sank slightly, and the smile on his lips grew wider. He said confidently, "Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same species?"

"You have a family to support, yet you still speak so recklessly. Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away?"

"My Wang family doesn't have what you want. Get out of here immediately."

The elder holding the pipe had a bad look on his face. He looked at the group of monsters and felt that the two evil masters following the young man were a problem. If a fight really broke out, the Wang family would be dragged into an abyss from which there would be no escape.

"Whether it exists or not, it's not up to you to decide."

Gu Qian'an raised his hand slightly, and the Quan Xing elite soldiers behind him dragged over a Wang family prisoner who had been tortured to death.

"Boss Wang, fellow seniors, my patience is limited and I don't want to ask you a second time."

"Pfft!"

In front of all the members of the Wang family, the evil cultivator beside Gu Qian'an, who was eight feet tall, burly and brutal, with a ferocious face, let out a strange and hideous smile.

He actually pressed the prisoner's head with one hand, and with a little force pulled out the prisoner's spine, and threw it at the feet of the head of the Wang family.

"what!!!"

The women and children of the Wang family who witnessed this scene were horrified and retreated in a hurry.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and a terrifying atmosphere continued to spread. The Wang family's patriarch and several elders whose cultivation levels were unknown, were filled with anger like a storm sweeping across the scene.

The tribesmen were slaughtered by Quan Xing in this way. The four men almost went berserk. There were more guards and thugs around them, all holding foreign guns, aiming at Gu Qian'an, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"Master, are you going to start? Let us kill to our heart's content?"

The ragged old man laughed sinisterly, seemingly seeking opinions, but actually putting pressure on the Wang family.

"You are such a rude and reckless man, don't scare Boss Wang's family."

Gu Qi'an pretended to reprimand. He was weighing whether or not to massacre the entire Wang family.

At this moment, almost all the famous and upright sects in the country have formed an alliance. If he directly massacres the Wang family, he is not sure whether the Sanyi Sect will get involved.

As long as the Trinity Sect stands by and watches, Gu Qi'an will have the courage to withstand the siege from other sects.

Instantly.

His hesitation ended, and he had made a decision. He slowly stood up, dismissed the disciples, and kept his distance from them. He smiled and looked at the ruler of the Wang family:
"That's fine."

"I am in a good mood today, and I would like to ask the seniors for advice."

"If you can hurt me in the slightest, I will take my disciples away right now; if you can't do that, and you are still unwilling to hand over the spirit-binding and general-dispatching skills, don't blame me for slaughtering your Wang family completely."

After hearing this, several elders who were furious could not tolerate it and agreed immediately.

"You are such a mad man, you don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is. I will send you back home right now."

The second, fourth and fifth clan elders are all murderous. The Wang family can stand firm in the troubled times because of the reputation brought about by these old guys.

They stepped into the courtyard and confronted Gu Qi'an. Before they got close, it felt like a blade was at their throats. They had the illusion of having half a foot in the underworld. There was no doubt that the head of the Quan Xing sect in front of them was extremely oppressive and had a high level of cultivation.

"Pong!"

Surrounded by the three old men, Gu Qi'an remained calm and composed. His Qi flowed through his meridians, and his body suddenly became filled with Chiwu Qi. He said softly:
"Come on? Bump."

"Humph!"

The second elder of the clan bit his fingertips and smoothly spread out a gray scroll hanging from his waist with his right hand.

He painted with blood, smelting the true energy, and his withered fingers sketched with perfection. A lifelike ferocious tiger roared and exuded a strong murderous aura.

Wang family's divine painting.

In addition to the means of real-time communication on the Yin-Yang paper, it also covers several killing techniques, such as the legendary Ma Liang's magic pen, which can draw whatever the mind thinks of.

"Roar!!!"

The tiger pounced at him. It was huge and moved so fast that only a trace of its shadow remained, trying to tear apart Gu Qin'an's upper body.

At the same time, the other two elders also carved the weapons they were good at, sharp swords, spears, axes, and rushed forward at the same time.

"boom!"

A horrifying scene took place in the field. The young man in black clothes threw a fist with such force that it looked like thunder. He blasted through the ink-stained tiger's head with ease, and the tiger exploded into splashing ink in an instant.

All kinds of cold weapons whizzed in from tricky angles, carrying terrifying sharp edges and attacking vital points.

"clang!!"

A crisp collision sound was heard, resembling a metallic vibration. The hands and feet of the elders from the fourth and fifth clans felt numb. They could not believe that the weapons they used with all their strength could not even break the opponent's protective qi.

"Senior, your sword is old, how can you compete with me?"

Gu Qi'an smiled wildly, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Although he did not kill the entire Wang family, he had to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and shock the entire Wang family. The few old guys in front of him were undoubtedly the best sacrifices.

"Boom!!"

Everyone was horrified to see Gu Qi'an holding an axe with his bare hands without any harm.

With wanton laughter, he easily shattered it, and then, he forcibly snatched a sword and attacked several times, breaking the ink-stained weapons that the two elders had painstakingly made.

"Everyone, are you here with Huang Quan?"

"I'll give you a ride."

(End of this chapter)