C183 A Vicious Restriction

"Don't... "Don't kill me …"

"Everything was done by the boss, I'm just a driver …"

Soon, Xiao Wang, the chauffeur, grabbed her head and shouted. She could no longer tell the difference between reality and dreams.

"Boss Huang? It's our first time meeting each other, why are you running away? "

The three of them finally walked over. The one leading them was a handsome young man. He stood in front of Huang Bo with a harmless smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

A pile of roasted meat on Fatty Huang's face added a tinge of energy to his aura, making him look like someone not to be trifled with.

"Heh heh, looks like a noble has forgotten too many things. Do you know him?"

Shen Qingfeng shook his head, and pointed to Lin Feng.

"You are... Lin Feng? Impossible... "You're not …"

Fatty Huang examined the face closely for a while, finally recognizing the owner of the swollen face.

His pupils contracted as he thought, "Could it be that evil spirits are trying to take my life?"

But, ghosts should not have shadows!

"It's not dead, is it? "With Boss Huang taking care of him, we'll be able to survive."

Lin Feng's face revealed a sinister smile. Mr Shen used his Yanjing's information network, and quickly found out what the clues were.

The villa that Singh and the others were staying in was rented by Huang Bo!

This bunch of Indian s were unfamiliar with the situation in the east river, they had not interacted with him before, so how could they touch their own homes in the middle of the night?

This brat must have sold him out!

"So it's Boss Lin!" "Look at how mysterious you guys are, I thought someone was trying to ruin the scene, it really made me nervous."

"Aiya! Brother Feng, what's with your face? "It's quite serious …"

The expression on Fatty Huang's face quickly changed from one of gloominess to a fawning smile.

"Humph!"

Lin Feng angrily turned his head to the side, afraid that he would not be able to hold back and beat this damn fatty up.

After so many years, this was the first time he saw someone as shameless as him.

"Stop pretending, I killed Singh. Before that idiot died, he said everything!"

"For cultivators who collude with the barbarians, it's enough for you to die a hundred times over. Tell me the information of the Young Master Ye and I will leave your body intact."

Shen Qingfeng went straight to the point and did not leave any leeway.

"Wh …" What Singh... Young Master Ye's... "

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Boss Lin, is this guy drunk? What's the matter?"

When Fatty Huang heard that Singh had been killed, his first reaction was disbelief.

What if a Tribulation Stage Ranker was a cabbage?

If he wanted to kill an expert like Singh without arousing attention from the outside world, the Chang'ang Sowrd would have to take action himself!

How old was this youth? Even if he started training inside his mother's womb, his strength shouldn't be so exaggerated!

"Humph!" Stubborn. "

"The heavens are kind, but unfortunately, you can't even grasp the last chance."

"Soul Devourer!"

Shen Qingfeng immediately took action. His right hand turned into a claw as he ruthlessly smashed it onto Huang Bo's head. A terrifying power of the soul surged, instantly filling this person's soul into countless of pieces!

Soul devourer was an extremely sinister cultivation technique. It could easily cause one's soul to scatter and lose the opportunity to reincarnate.

This technique was known to harm the Heavens and Earth, and was once listed as a demonic cultivation method in the ancient cultivation world. No one was allowed to cultivate it.

Under the effects of the soul devourer, Fatty Huang's body underwent a strange transformation, actually starting to rapidly expand. Very quickly, he turned into a round ball, emitting a destructive aura.

"This is bad!"

Shen Qingfeng's pupils contracted and he instantly retreated back to the side of Xu Jing and Lin Feng. Both his hands quickly formed a seal and a golden light barrier appeared in front of him.

Boom!

The moment the array was formed, Fatty Huang swelled to his limit, causing a violent explosion.

The explosion covered almost half of the underground parking lot, as if there was a small earthquake. The Bentley Muzhai, which had landed over 5 million, was also picked up and blown up to the point where not even a complete piece of the parts could be found.

As for the chauffeur Little Wang, she had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Who is so vicious that they would actually place such a formation in the soul of their subordinate …"

When the aftermath of the explosion ended, Shen Qingfeng removed the formation, frowning slightly as he stared ahead.

After the yellow wave disappeared, the soul and blood turned into a black fog that gradually condensed into the appearance of a human. It opened its empty eyes and looked over.

"Whoever offends my sect, however distant, shall be destroyed."

The figure actually let out a mournful whistle, shaking the entire underground space.

"Humph!" If my guess is correct, you must be that Young Master Ye with Devil Cult! "

"In my opinion, you are only a hidden person. If you dare to come over, I will kill you!"

Shen Qingfeng sneered, and the messenger behind the scenes finally appeared.

In the end, Huang Bo was just a mortal, and behind his back, the Young Master Ye was controlling everything in the river to the east.

"Who are you? Why did you kill my subordinates? "

At this time, the black mist became more focused, and the voice that came out of his mouth became more emotional.

"Shen Qingfeng!"

"I don't know he's your subordinate, and I was the one who killed Singh. You will be next."

Shen Qingfeng raised his middle finger and made a gesture that could be used internationally. Towards people like them who hide their heads and show their tails, he would always look down upon them.

"Interesting …"

The reason why Young Master Ye had set up this restriction was to ensure that the secret in Huang Bo's head would not be leaked out.

It could be used as a clairvoyant, but it would not last for long. It had only lasted for a short while and there were signs of it dissipating.

"I look forward to meeting you, if you can make it to me alive!"

After saying this, the black mist disappeared.

At the same time, thousands of miles away on the summit of a mountain peak, a young man dressed in black was sitting cross-legged on the Ten Thousand Year Old Ice, cultivating.

Not to mention that this place was so cold that not a single animal could survive here.

Just from the raging winds here, it was difficult for a normal person to sit on this sort of ice. If they weren't careful, they would fall down a 100,000 foot cliff.

This person had trained for an unknown amount of time, so he was the Young Master Ye of the Devil Cult.

"Shen Qingfeng... it should be the Yanjing Chang'ang Sowrd, the new disciple that I just accepted! "

"The cry of the sword will shake the mountains, the slash of the sword will open the path to heaven …" With great potential, it might even become an obstacle in the growth of Devil Cult. "

He slowly opened his eyes. A streak of divine light flashed past. Even the cold wind that filled the sky stopped.

"Master, do you want us to make a move?"

At this time, a hoarse voice came from the side.

This person had already reached the Transformation Stage in terms of restraining his aura. Through his disguise, he had already blended in with his surroundings. It was impossible for anyone to discover his existence with just the naked eye.

"We do not have the convenience to directly take action with the Chang'ang Sowrd's subordinates, and place the mission of killing Shen Qingfeng on the dark list. The reward is a Top Quality Spirit Stone!"

"Also, pass the news of Singh's death to the Evil Realm cultivators, and let them handle it themselves!"

The Dark Board had existed for a long time, and anyone who ascended it would become the target of hunting in the cultivation world.