Chapter 272: The Age of Ferocity!
‘That’s... Ye Feng!’
At that moment, Ying Long and Elder Southmountain were both petrified!
They hated Ye Feng to the extreme. They could recognize him even if he turned into ashes!
Previously, they believed Ye Feng was doomed to die!
Unimaginably, the opponent was safe and sound.
What was more unbelievable was the fact that Ye Feng was the owner of Dark Kill.
Therefore, Ying Long and Elder Southmountain couldn’t believe their eyes!
“No... that’s impossible! Ye Feng killed Suzerain’s son; why would Suzerain treat him so nicely? That’s incredible!”
Elder Southmountain’s face turned dreadfully pale as he asked Butler Zuo, “Butler, why is that little b*stard here?”
‘Hmm?’
After hearing his words, Butler Zuo became temporarily stunned. When he realized that Elder Southmountain referred to Ye Feng, his face lit up with great shock!
“B*stard! How dare you insult our owner! Southmountain, are you courting death?”
‘What!’
After hearing his words, Elder Southmountain and Ying Long became so terrified that they nearly passed out.
‘Own... owner?’
The owner of suzerain and the Zuo Clan is Ye Feng!
Ying Long and Elder Southmountain were both frightened out of their wits!
While they were frozen with shock, Ye Feng had approached the two directly in front!
With a muffled sound, Master Zuo, the butler of the Zuo Mansion knelt down towards Ye Feng with craze and greeted, “My respects to you, owner, I’m your old slave Master Zuo! Welcome back home!”
After hearing his greetings, Ying Long and Elder Southmountain both broke out into goosebumps as they slumped to the ground on their knees and greeted, “Welcome, owner!”
They lowered their heads as they didn’t even have the bravery to look Ye Feng in the face!
Meanwhile, sweat dropped off their foreheads.
They felt their hearts almost leaping from their throats!
“Owner, here we are! Please come in!” Zuo Qingcheng the owner of Dark Kill greeted Ye Feng.
After hearing his words, Ye Feng nodded as he strode into the Zuo Clan at once!
He didn’t even gaze at Ying Long and Elder Southmountain as they were just ants in his eyes whom he would not spare a glance for.
Not until Ye Feng’s group entered the gate did Ying Long and his master heave out a deep sigh of relief.
They were both sweaty all over as though they had just escaped from hell!
They both watched Ye Feng’s back with complex moods in their eyes!
“Ying Long, release all your hatred! Us and him are not in the same world!”
Elder Southmountain said with great panic on his dreadfully pale face, “If we’re still not satisfied with him, I’m afraid that we will die a graveless death in the future!”
After hearing Elder Southmountain’s words, Ying Long trembled once as he answered, “Yes, master!”
Ying Long felt bitter as his enmity instantly disappeared.
When his opponent was too powerful, he, as a humble man, didn’t dare to keep any hate.
Ying Long was greatly dwarfed by Ye Feng.
If he continued to hate Ye Feng, he would die faster!
“He... is the most terrifying guy that I’ve ever seen!”
Ying Long remembered that Ye Feng was only an ant with the three lords of Night as his slaves when he went to Jiangshi City alone!
But now the opponent took myths and semi-myths as his slaves!
When he thought about the amazing change, his body broke out into goosebumps at once!
...
At midnight, a maiden was lying on a bed in a Korean style hotel in Yanjing City, watching the stars in the sky outside her window while dropping off tears constantly.
‘Brother!’
‘Father!’
‘Grandpa!’
The images of three figures flashed through her mind constantly which reminded her of her enemy time and time again!
‘He killed your most beloved man!’
‘You should hate him; you can only hate him!’
“Little brother... why...”
Wan’er entered her dream while weeping in sobs.
Her innocent, pretty face was shining with tears, which made her look very lovable.
However, she didn’t realize that the curtain had slightly moved!
Moments later, an elder and a young girl appeared in her room.
If Ye Feng was present, he would’ve definitely recognized that they were the two beggars who gave him a golden plate to enter Demonic Valley!
“Grandpa, sister looks so poor!”
Yan’er pulped her small mouth and almost cried out when she saw Wan’er’s tearful face.
After hearing her words, the old beggar heaved a deep sigh as a gloomy light flashed by. Closely after, he then asked Wan’er in a hoarse and mature voice, “Girl, do you hate him?”
While in her dream, Wan’er felt that someone was asking her a question.
She then mumbled despite her closed eyes, “Hate! I hate him... But... I love him too...”
At that same moment, her beautiful closed eyes began to drop off tears.
Watching the scene, the old beggar heaved a deep sigh, “Love can determine whether a person can live or not; love can determine whether a person is happy or sad!”
“Girl, come with us! We will help you grow up. We will help you become powerful!”
“You will meet him one day...”
After his final words, the old beggar nodded towards Yan’er.
Yan’er then walked forward and cradled Wan’er at once, as if Wan’er were weightless in Yan’er’s arms.
Yan’er’s strength was amazing!
In the blink of an eye, the old and the young beggars had left the hotel with Piao Zhongwan.
Standing in the empty street, the old beggar tightly knitted his frown as he heaved a deep sigh, “Yan’er, don’t you find that the Reiki is richer than before? Perhaps the day is coming earlier!”
‘Hmm?’
After hearing the old beggar’s words, Yan’er became stunned. She then sniffed the air as she asked, “Grandpa, is that day that was foretold really coming? But we’ve not found the Blessed One yet!”
The Blessed One!
After hearing her words, the old beggar’s expression became more and more profound as he answered, “The globe is experiencing an unexpected change! Reiki is spurting out of the earth. The prosperous age is coming!”
“All the secret ancient clans are going to appear! The far-ancient secret methods will be inherited!”
“According to my knowledge, 6 people have acquired far-ancient secret methods!”
“Pope Bright in the west, Goddess in Europe, Wolf King in Siberia, Emperor Sin in America, Emperor Carol in India, and Tame Head Goddess in Thailand!”
“The above six people have already acquired terrifying far-ancient secret methods and reached their heydays!”
“The Blessed One is probably one of them!”
‘What!’
After hearing the old beggar’s words, Yan’er’s small face turned more and more solemn.
She knew that the reappearance of far-ancient secret methods meant the start of a prosperous age across the globe. The ancient forces would establish new orders.
The powerful ones would survive!
The weak ones would die!
The earth was entering the Age of Ferocity, which would be the most brutal age ever on the earth!
Right then, the old beggar slightly turned his head as he gazed at the dark not far ahead and said gloomily, “Here comes that little guy...”
At that same moment, a specter slowly approached from the dark.
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