149: Zhou Yang: Uncle Yang, let me do it, my highlight moment... the kick that will end my family lineage!
Inside the quadrangle courtyard.
A man of about thirty, looking rather handsome, was talking to a few young men in their twenties beside him.
"When we emerge this time, the first thing we'll do is kill Yang Dianfeng!"
"Didn't he say he was coming to Bingcheng to find me?"
"When he comes, I'll make him die!"
"My father's nightmare, my nightmare, this time, I'll shatter it all!"
Jiang He yawned, "Brothers, the cultivation of your new generation of disciples has already reached Grandmaster Peak!"
"This time, we'll go to the Demon Capital and turn it upside down!"
Jiang He's eyes were sharp, "Yang Dianfeng, I'll make you completely into an epileptic. You're dead..."
At this moment, sounds from outside drifted in.
After all, several hundred loudspeakers were playing at once.
Jiang He looked up in confusion, "What are they saying outside?"
"Young Master, it seems they're telling us to surrender?"
A disciple said.
Jiang He: "..."
No, whose damn house has so many loudspeakers?!
"Nuclear carpet bombing?"
Jiang He was completely stunned.
What era is this, that they're still using nuclear bombs at the drop of a hat?
Are they playing around?
"Let's go out and see!"
Jiang He snorted, "Nuclear bombs, huh? If you have the guts, really bring me nuclear bombs!"
And so... Jiang He and his nine disciples walked out of the quadrangle courtyard together.
"You bastards, who the hell..."
Jiang He started cursing, and the next second, his voice stopped.
Over a thousand rocket launchers were aimed at them.
Jiang He: "..."
I'm at Grandmaster Peak!
These things can't kill me.
But... there are so many of them!
Why are we surrounded by the army?
"Is this a misunderstanding?"
Jiang He looked at Shen Xueling, "We haven't done anything!"
"Misunderstanding?"
Shen Xueling smiled, "The year before I was born, Elder Shen wanted to bomb you all with nuclear bombs."
Jiang He: "????"
The year before she was born?
Nuclear bombs... Jiang He seemed to see some great terror.
"You are Elder Shen's granddaughter?"
Jiang He exclaimed in shock.
"Correct, you win a prize!"
Shen Xueling smiled slightly and took three steps back.
Jiang He: Is your action of taking three steps back serious?
Uncle Yang, wearing sunglasses, walked out step by step.
"Jiang He!"
Uncle Yang said calmly, "Do you recognize this old man?"
"Yang Dianfeng!"
Hearing the voice, Jiang He instantly snapped back, he looked coldly at Uncle Yang, "How could I forget you, after you massacred so many in my Xuanming Sect back then?"
"But this army..."
Jiang He was going crazy.
These are all matters between martial artists, why are you using the army?
Back then, you wanted to use nuclear bombs, now you're using the army?
"You said it, that you wanted old Yang to kill you."
Uncle Yang said indifferently, "Now old Yang is here!"
Jiang He: "You have no martial ethics!"
Uncle Yang: "I'm no longer a martial artist! Your old ancestor crippled me, remember?"
Jiang He: "..."
"You chose it, to have me kill you!"
Uncle Yang said again.
Jiang He: "..."
"How can you mobilize the army? You were crippled back then, you're not the same as you were, how can you still call upon the army?"
Jiang He really didn't understand.
Since Yang Dianfeng was crippled and a good-for-nothing, the military should naturally have abandoned him!
Why didn't the military abandon him?
Moreover, he even came with Elder Shen's granddaughter?
"With your way of thinking, you naturally wouldn't know."
"Your ideology is profit above all else, with no distinction between good and evil."
Uncle Yang said calmly, "So, don't even think about it."
Jiang He: "..."
"Yang Dianfeng!"
Jiang He took a deep breath, "Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Uncle Yang smiled.
Jiang He: "Good, then it's one-on-one, no one tries to cheat."
Uncle Yang sauntered over, "Come on!"
Jiang He suddenly erupted, throwing a punch at Uncle Yang, black energy steaming from his body.
Duang!
Jiang He's fist landed on Uncle Yang's chest.
He was expressionless.
"Young Master, is it done?"
A disciple asked curiously.
Jiang He expressionlessly retracted his hand.
Hmm... done my ass!
His hand was broken!
He stared blankly at his broken wrist, then looked at Uncle Yang in confusion.
Only then did he let out a cry of pain.
"You've recovered?"
Jiang He clutched his right hand, retreating frantically, "Or have you specialized in body cultivation all these years?"
"Neither!"
Uncle Yang said calmly, "Because, old Yang here is no longer human!"
Jiang He: "????"
What does that mean?
"Speak, how do you want to die?"
Uncle Yang smiled slightly.
Jiang He coldly shouted, "I choose none of them!"
"Then old Yang will choose for you!"
Uncle Yang walked towards Jiang He, "Sink into the river!"
"Uncle Yang, stop, let me do it!"
Zhou Yang shot out with a whoosh, "Let me!"
How can I miss an opportunity to bully a weaker opponent?
Uncle Yang: "..."
Why does Young Master look so hyped up?
Zhou Yang charged directly at Jiang He, "Watch my rixia Jiang He!"
Jiang He trembled with anger.
I punched Yang Dianfeng, and my hand broke.
Is it possible that any cat or dog can come and hit me now?
Jiang He coldly snorted, and slapped Zhou Yang with his left hand.
Zhou Yang flipped his left hand and blocked Jiang He's palm.
Lin Feng and the others exchanged glances.
Forget it, let Zhou Yang play around.
Such a weak opponent, we don't need to go up and protect him.
Let Zhou Yang play.
He's been holding it in for too long.
"Brother, I'm very happy!"
Zhou Yang grinned.
"Bastard!"
Jiang He stomped his foot on the ground, and the bluestone bricks shattered and flew up.
He flicked his left hand, and the shattered bluestone bricks shot towards Zhou Yang, carrying internal energy, like bullets.
Zhou Yang swayed left and right, "Heh heh, can't hit me!"
Uncle Yang reached out and caught a piece of shattered stone.
Lin Feng opened his mouth and exhaled, and all the shattered stones broke apart.
"Brother, let's play!"
Zhou Yang slapped away Jiang He's left hand.
"Lushan Ascending Dragon Punch!"
He clenched his fist and punched Jiang He in the chin!
With a crack, all of Jiang He's teeth fell out.
His body shot up, blasted at least five meters high.
Zhou Yang howled and jumped up directly, catching up to Jiang He.
"Turtle Fist!"
Zhou Yang unleashed a flurry of wild punches, sending Jiang He flying several more meters high.
Jiang He: "..."
His head was spinning.
What happened?
Zhou Yang landed, his right foot slightly behind him.
Just as Jiang He was falling.
"Son-Severing Kick!"
Zhou Yang delivered a fierce kick.
"Pfft..."
The sound of a chicken being beaten and eggs breaking rang out.
"Owwooo~~~"
Jiang He let out a wolf-like howl, suddenly shooting up into the sky.
A line of clear tears rolled down Jiang He's cheeks.
He felt... his soul had shattered.
Along with those two balls, it shattered!
Lin Feng and the others suddenly clamped their legs together.
Holy cow.
Zhou Yang's attack was a bit too low, wasn't it?
"Brothers, what do you say, is this move called 'Son-Severing Kick' too vulgar?"
Zhou Yang turned and smiled slightly at Lin Feng and the others.
Lin Feng and the others: ＼(；￢_￢)
Whatever you want, as long as you're happy!
Bang!
Jiang He fell heavily in front of Zhou Yang.
Xuanming Sect disciples: "..."
Young Master is almost dead!
Should we go up now, or not?