Chapter 542 The Raging Wave Eighteen Blades
"Yan Feipeng?"
Shen Bing's expression changed abruptly upon seeing him. "How did you end up here?"
Hadn't Yan Feipeng already left with Yan Guoqiang?
Why did he suddenly appear in front of her?
"I couldn't bear to be without you, so I came back to find you," Yan Feipeng said with a grim gaze. He stood at the elevator door, preventing it from closing, and stared coldly at Shen Bing.
His gaze was like that of a big gray wolf fixated on its prey, unabashedly and nakedly filled with violation.
Being stared at by him, Shen Bing felt her scalp tingling.
She forced herself to remain calm and spoke in a deep voice, "Yan Feipeng, what do you want?"
Yan Feipeng looked at Shen Bing's breathtakingly beautiful face, feeling even more displeased.
A beauty of her caliber should have followed someone like him, a scion of a prestigious family. But instead, Shen Bing chose to be with Wang Chao, a mere security guard. What was that about?
Thinking this, he glanced at Wang Chao.
With that glance, jealousy surged in his heart, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
There was a distinct lip print on Wang Chao's mouth!
Without needing to think, he knew it must have been left by Shen Bing.
Yan Feipeng stared at Wang Chao, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent.
From the moment he laid eyes on Shen Bing, he had already considered her his future wife, his exclusive property. He absolutely would not allow anyone to touch Shen Bing.
That was why he entrusted Yan Guoqiang to his subordinates and came back to find Shen Bing himself. He wanted to strike at Wang Chao, reclaim Shen Bing, and conquer her through his own means, making her willingly become his wife.
However, the lip print on Wang Chao's mouth filled him with raging anger and an endless desire to kill.
Shen Bing clearly sensed this and her expression drastically changed. She quickly stepped in front of Wang Chao and stared at Yan Feipeng, saying, "Yan Feipeng, I warn you. This is Canton City, where Lord Sikong is about to be crowned. You better not cause trouble!"
"Otherwise, once this matter escalates, Lord Sikong won't let you off!"
"Heh, so what if Sikong Yun is crowned? With the relationship between our Yan family and Sikong Yun, even if I killed Wang Chao's whole family, Sikong Yun wouldn't do anything to me."
Yan Feipeng became even more furious when he saw Shen Bing speaking up for Wang Chao. He was filled with killing intent and walked into the elevator.
"Yan Feipeng!" Shen Bing's expression grew even more anxious as she immediately moved to intercept him.
"Move aside!"
However, it was futile. Yan Feipeng made a lightning-fast move, grabbing Shen Bing's shoulder and throwing her out of the elevator.
Shen Bing flew out like a kite with a broken string and landed on the ground, experiencing excruciating pain throughout her body.
She didn't have time to register the pain. She immediately stood up, ran back towards the elevator, filled with panic and terror.
Just as Shen Bing was standing up, she saw Yan Feipeng had already drawn a fight knife and was swiftly slashing towards Wang Chao's throat.
"Wang Chao!"
Shen Bing witnessed the scene, her pupils contracting sharply, and her heart leaped into her throat.
If that slash hit, Wang Chao would undoubtedly be decapitated.
If Wang Chao were in his prime state, she wouldn't be so heartbroken, but he was currently intoxicated.
"Wang Chao, die!"
Yan Feipeng, his gaze filled with ferocity, saw that Wang Chao was still swaying, and his speed increased even further.
The battle knife moved faster, aiming for Wang Chao's head.
Clang!
In Shen Bing's most horrified moment, Wang Chao swayed and fell down.
Yan Feipeng's blade completely missed its target, striking the elevator instead and nearly splitting it in half.
Moreover, after Wang Chao fell, his fist struck Yan Feipeng's body.
With great force, Yan Feipeng was sent flying, coughing up blood, and landing five meters away from Shen Bing.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After falling to the ground, Yan Feipeng couldn't stop coughing, his mouth filled with blood.
He held his chest, feeling the fiery pain, unsure of how many ribs were broken. Each breath tore through him, causing unbearable agony.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up, looking at the elevator in disbelief.
Inside the elevator, Wang Chao was still in a drunken state, swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Wang Chao!"
Shen Bing's expression was filled with joy as she finally let go of the worry that had been weighing on her chest.
She had thought Wang Chao was killed by Yan Feipeng just moments ago, her heart pounding, and her legs trembling.
Now that she saw Wang Chao was unharmed, she naturally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, she felt as if she had ascended from hell to heaven. She wanted to rush into the elevator to support Wang Chao immediately.
However, her legs refused to obey, unable to take a step forward.
"You bastard, Wang Chao, you just got lucky once! I do not believe your luck can hold up like this!" Yan Feipeng gritted his teeth, his gaze like a knife. He tightly gripped the fight knife in his hand and once again, like a cheetah, charged towards Wang Chao, launching another attack.
This time, he meant business.
The fight knife surged with Genius Qi, unleashing thousands of blade lights that engulfed Wang Chao's vital areas from various angles and corners.
The Raging Wave Eighteen Blades!
This was the top-tier blade technique of the Yan family, with each successive strike more fierce and domineering than the last, and its destructive power was terrifyingly boundless.
He employed his most powerful blade technique, vowing to put Wang Chao to death!
"Wang Chao, be careful, wake up!"
Shen Bing screamed in terror, her nerves once again stretched tight, so tense that she stopped breathing and simply stared at the elevator.
She wanted to help, but Yan Feipeng's speed was too fast for her to keep up with. She could only watch helplessly as the events unfolded.
"Wang Chao, die!"
Yan Feipeng let out a thunderous roar, his grin malicious. He channeled all the power in his body to the peak, pushing the Raging Wave Eighteen Blades to its extreme.
The blade qi was like towering tsunami waves, one wave after another, each more ferocious than the last, completely submerging Wang Chao.
The blade qi ripped through the ground, leaving scars of one after another on the reinforced concrete floor.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Wang Chao could not even open his eyes, still swaying and appearing intoxicated.
Yan Feipeng grinned, as if he had already envisioned Wang Chao being hacked into multiple pieces.
However, the scene he had imagined did not unfold.
Within this raging blade qi, Wang Chao's body swayed, like a floating wisp of cotton, evading all the attacks.
At the same time, with seemingly no footwork, Wang Chao even managed to kick the young man on the ground, avoiding Yan Feipeng's indiscriminate assault.
The blade qi swept past, leaving a trail of scars on all sides of the elevator.
"What... What?"
Yan Feipeng's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief.
In his drunken state, Wang Chao was actually able to evade his Raging Wave Eighteen Blades?
How was this possible?
Had he gone insane?
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