At this moment, a divine eagle and a flying craft began to circle above Tengzhou.
The dog-faced strategist Qian Chao was so scared he almost fainted, shouting at Wu Chenghu, "Young Master, don't argue with that young man, run!"
But Wu Chenglong couldn't hear a word he said.
He yelled at Cheng Xiaofan, "Brat, do you think you can call my father's name?"
"Are you deliberately courting death!"
Qian Chao was utterly despairing. Who exactly was courting death?
It was you, you dog-like young master!
Cheng Xiaofan couldn't be bothered to waste more words on Wu Chenglong.
With a wave of his hand, a surge of qi shot towards the flying craft.
The flying craft lost control, flipped over, and with a swoosh, plunged towards the ground.
"Heavens, help!" Wu Chenghu was pale with fear, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Boom!
The flying craft crashed onto the street, erupting into towering flames.
Fortunately, Wu Chenghu reacted quickly. With an ejection, he leaped out of the hatch and landed on the ground.
But Qian Chao wasn't so lucky. After struggling to crawl out of the hatch, he was engulfed in flames.
"Wu Chenghu, you scoundrel, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
At that moment, various thoughts flashed through Qian Chao's mind.
Was this really an escape?
It was definitely a path to death!
Retribution!
This was truly retribution!
"I don't want to die!"
As Qian Chao cried out this sentence, with a thud, he collapsed on the ground, his body contorting, and instantly turned into a charred black piece of charcoal.
Not long after Wu Chenghu had ejected from the flying craft.
Cheng Xiaofan leaped into the air, descending directly to the ground from the sky.
The Heaven-Shattering Eagle then concealed its form and flew off to the side.
Wu Chenghu had just picked himself up from the ground when he saw Cheng Xiaofan standing opposite him. He glanced around but didn't see the eagle.
"Brat, you've got some skills!"
He glared at Cheng Xiaofan and roared, "Hand over that eagle to me quickly, and I'll let you die a quick death!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled coldly and said, "Wu Chenghu, is it? With your ghastly appearance, you're still fixated on my divine eagle?"
"Aren't you afraid it'll tear you to shreds and swallow you whole?"
Slap!
Cheng Xiaofan sent a light palm strike through the air.
"Ah—"
Wu Chenghu was sent spinning in the air by the palm wind, landing headfirst on the ground.
With a splat, he spat out several bloody teeth.
His face rapidly swelled into a pig's head.
After struggling on the ground for a while, he finally managed to stagger to his feet.
"Brat, you're dead!"
Wu Chenghu roared furiously, "On my territory, you dare to strike me? I'll make sure you have nowhere to be buried!"
A crowd quickly gathered on the street, drawn by the commotion.
Everyone knew how wicked and ruthless Wu Chenghu was, and they all felt a cold sweat for Cheng Xiaofan.
"Wu Chenghu, show me what you've got!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled, crossing his arms, and said dismissively, "I'd like to see how capable you, Wu Zikun's bastard, really are!"
"Brat, go to hell!" Wu Chenghu shrieked in exasperation. He trembled, and a thick cloud of smoke billowed from his body with a boom.
"Roar—"
From the smoke, a black tiger emerged, let out a roar, baring its teeth and claws, and transformed into a bolt of lightning, lunging at Cheng Xiaofan.
In that instant!
As swift as lightning!
A Demonic Bone Blade immediately appeared in Cheng Xiaofan's hand.
Clang!
The Demonic Bone Blade was unsheathed.
Just as the black tiger lunged at Cheng Xiaofan, the Demonic Bone Blade in his hand erupted with black light.
Gulp!
The black tiger's head rolled to the ground like a melon.
In the blink of an eye, the black tiger's corpse, along with its severed head rolling nearby, dissolved into a pool of foul water and vanished from the ground.
At the same time!
Wu Chenghu let out a pained cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
With the death of the black tiger, his cultivated inner core was shattered.
"You!"
Wu Chenghu was terrified. As if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, he looked at Cheng Xiaofan with extreme dread. "Who in the world are you, and how did you destroy my black tiger?"
In his memory, there was absolutely no one who could contend with the black tiger he had cultivated.
Even the most powerful experts would become a meal for the black tiger within three moves.
How could this person in front of him destroy his black tiger!
If it were a hallucination!
But his inner core was shattered, and that was an undeniable fact.
Cheng Xiaofan sneered upon hearing this and said, "Who I am is not something you need to know."
"What I want to tell you is that starting today, your Wu Zikun family will no longer see the sun!"
"Wow, what a capable young man!"
"Young man, we all support you!"
"Without the Lei family's destruction, Tengzhou will not be at peace!"
"Destroy Lei Zikun, and you'll be the great hero of our Tengzhou!"
The onlookers cheered and shouted loudly upon witnessing this!
Slap!
Cheng Xiaofan slapped Wu Chenghu's face again and ordered, "Go, lead me to your dog of a father, Wu Zikun!"
"When you do too many bad deeds, you always have to pay the price!"
At this moment!
Wu Chenghu had lost all his arrogance.
He clutched his swollen face and dared not speak. With his head down, like a well-behaved grandson, he led Cheng Xiaofan home.
Although Wu Chenghu appeared submissive on the surface, a sinister cold smile flickered in his heart.
In fact, no one knew!
Wu Zikun had not been injured at all back then.
He had deliberately feigned severe injury and, with the permission of the new Star Lord, returned to his hometown of Tengzhou.
Wu Zikun knew he had done too many bad things and made too many enemies. The number of people seeking revenge against him was as numerous as the carp in the river.
Returning to Tengzhou was a ploy to lure those enemies to his doorstep so he could eliminate them one by one.
Over the years, he had used this method, relying on his skills and the assistance of top cultivators around him, to eliminate countless individuals who came seeking retribution.
"Brat, you're dead today!"
Wu Chenghu glanced at Cheng Xiaofan beside him, grinding his teeth in his belly. "Once you step into my Wu Residence, I'll make sure you know that the gates of hell are not easily entered!"
...
At this very moment.
Wu Zikun was lounging on a sofa in his study, grunting like a fat pig, enjoying a massage from two beautiful women.
"Mmm, comfortable, so good!"
As he was mumbling, with a bang, the door was kicked open.
A young servant burst into Wu Zikun's presence and said loudly, "Bad news, Young Master is in trouble!"
Wu Zikun sat up abruptly from the sofa.
He asked loudly, "What kind of trouble is the Young Master in?"
The servant replied, "Just now, the Young Master was piloting a flying craft to take Master Qian to the outskirts of the city. In the air, he encountered a young man flying on an eagle."
"The Young Master took a liking to the eagle and got into an argument with the young man."
"For some reason, the flying craft plunged from the sky and caught fire. Qian Chao was burned to death."
"Ah, then what about the Young Master?" Wu Zikun pressed.
The servant immediately answered, "The Young Master's inner core was crippled by that young man, and he's being escorted back to the mansion!"