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Feng Xiao glanced around, and then sneered: "Not bad, then …. It's not that you are not worthy, but I will not allow you to live in such a paradise! "

He took out the little Xuanwu from his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Little Xuanwu, I'll give you ten seconds to level this place!"

The little Xuanwu let out a strange cry for some unknown reason. He lifted his front legs and was about to step onto the ground …

"Wait!" Feng Xiao suddenly grabbed the Small Black Turtle from the ground, sighed and said: "Just shake it a bit, and let them know we are here."

After placing the little Xuanwu back on the ground, his mind once again flashed with the image of a young girl … He clearly wanted to work hard to forget her, but why couldn't he do so? Was it because she was his first woman, or … She was a wife now, and she lived here, and why did she do that, she still didn't want her to get hurt.

Little Xuan Wu gently lifted his front feet and then heavily fell back to the ground. The marble ground under his feet immediately shattered, and there were even dozens of thin and long cracks extending out over 10 meters. The force of the Minor Black Tortoise was well controlled. It merely caused the entire Duanmu Villa to shake violently, but the loud noise was no different from a clap of thunder in the ears of the Duanmu Family members. They all rushed out of their rooms in panic.

If an earthquake occurred, then the only consequence of the environment here would be being buried.

Little Xuan Wu lied beside Feng Xiao's feet, his round eyes looking at the crowd that was gathering in this direction. Unfortunately, the cause of this' earthquake 'was ignored due to its small size. The shock from earlier had completely subsided. A large group of people looked at the black clothed man in bewilderment. They did not even dare to believe their eyes.

The Duanmu family had been at peace for a long time. Although this place had brought them many inconvenience, it had also completely isolated them from the outside world. Then... How did this person appear here?

The Duanmu family's guards reacted quickly. Ten men with guns pushed through the crowd and lined up in front of them, pointing their guns at Feng Xiao.

A middle-aged man in his forties walked over and glared fiercely at Duanmu Wu Hong. Duanmu Wu Hong immediately realized he had blurted something and immediately lowered his head in shame.

"Three Clan Masters, I see this person …" "It was absolutely true that he fell from the sky just now!" A manservant said with fear in his voice.

The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at Feng Xiao, who was dressed in black, with a heavy expression. The other party's eyes were far too calm. Arriving at this place and facing the ten guns, he didn't even show the slightest sign of panic. Instead, he looked at them with a gaze similar to ridicule. Although she didn't say anything, she gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"No matter who you are, since you know the secret of Duanmu Villa, then you only have two choices. One is to stay here forever, and the other is to die. Only dead people can keep secrets." The middle-aged man said with a gloomy face.

Feng Xiao's eyes narrowed, but he did not look at him, and instead swept over the quiet crowd, and said with his hoarse voice: "It's not everyone? Your Duanmu Family is really slow? "

Suddenly, the Duanmu Family's patriarch thought of a terrifying person who had not appeared for a long time. His limbs turned cold as he retreated a step and cried out, "You are the Blood Emperor's Shadow Wind!"

Feng Xiao didn't say anything, but the corner of his mouth revealed a sinister look.

The name "Blood Emperor's Shadow Wind" was like a clap of thunder. Their expressions all changed, and even the spear-wielding guards' pupils violently shrank. As for the servants who were originally prepared to watch the show, they were so scared that their legs were trembling. They subconsciously retreated, wanting to escape immediately.

Who in the Duanmu family didn't know the Blood Emperor's name? He was like a sharp knife that repeatedly stabbed into the hearts of the four great families of the south. No one could stop him. They also knew that the ultimate goal of Blood Emperor Shadowgale was their Duanmu Family. If they were to be found here one day, they would most likely suffer a calamity.

However, the day had suddenly arrived.

In a short while, the usually quiet Duanmu Villa was filled with frightened cries of "Blood Emperor's Shadow has arrived". Just this name alone had caused the entire Manor to fall into complete chaos.

Feng Xiao's tacit approval caused the three master's bodies to break out in a cold sweat. They never expected him to find this place. But as one of the Patriarchs of the Duanmu Family, he couldn't escape …. And if Blood Emperor Shadowgale wanted to kill someone, who would be able to escape?

The sounds of chaotic footsteps came from all directions. More than thirty fully armed men with machine guns surrounded Feng Xiao nervously. Not far away, a few sniper rifles had already locked onto his temples. However, they did not give any orders, so they did not take action … He didn't dare to make a move either. The area of the Duanmu Villa was not considered large, and since it was almost impossible for external enemies to appear, the guards were not very strong. This was also the first time that they were using it today.

Feng Xiao still did not move, because there were too few people. He was too lazy to go through them one by one. He just stood there, waiting for the people who had spoken the words of the Duanmu Clan to appear one after another. If they still did not appear, they would no longer have the face to be the master of the Duanmu family.

Was the Blood Emperor Shadowgale afraid of spears? If he was afraid of guns, how would he be able to run amuck under the power of the Four Great Aristocratic Families? Legend has it that his speed was as fast as a ghost, even surpassing that of bullets. The teeth of the three Duanmu Family members chattered. He took a step back and waved his hand. "Shoot!"

The reason why Feng Xiao was not afraid of bullets was because he could easily dodge a rain of bullets, but now, he no longer had any reason to dodge. Although his Primal Chaos Formula had not officially advanced to the sixth layer, just the power of the fifth layer was sufficient to allow his body to perfectly block normal sniper bullets without any preparation.

He didn't move an inch in the midst of the shots. When the bullets came into contact with his body, they were automatically protected by the Chaotic Force, allowing him to only feel the sensation of a moderate impact. It was just that his clothes were not so lucky as to have bullet holes in them one after another.

Three seconds later, the sounds of gunfire stopped and they were all dumbfounded. Some of the gun-holding guards were so shocked that their guns fell to the ground. Even the usually calm heads of the Duanmu and Duanmu Families were trembling in fear, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

The Blood Emperor Shadowgale still had a smile on his face. Even under the onslaught of so many bullets, his body didn't move an inch. There was not a single trace of blood on his body, and under the bullets' holes that covered his black clothes, his skin was completely unscathed. Beneath his feet, bullets were scattered all over the ground.

Is he human? Was it a god? It's a ghost!?

Ding ~ ~

Another bullet flew out from Feng Xiao's forehead and struck the ground, producing a clear sound.

"Heh heh …" Hehehehe, you guys attacked me first, so it can't be said that I killed an innocent. " He let out a cold laugh as his body disappeared like a ghost. Following that, a blood-curdling scream resounded, spreading throughout the entire Duanmu Villa …. The next second, another scream rang out …

The Duanmu family's master only saw a shadow flash before him, and the three guards in front of him fell to the ground in their original positions at the same time. Their eyes bulged out exaggeratedly, and not a single wound could be seen on their bodies.

Every time the black shadow moved, a person would fall to the ground. Feng Xiao deliberately slowed down, taking care of them one by one, enjoying the thrill of harvesting lives and their fear that was quickly magnified.

"Ghost …" It's a ghost! " One of them threw the gun in his hand onto the ground and ran for his life. How could Feng Xiao allow him to escape? With a wave of his hand, a bullet that had always been grasped in his hand flew out, piercing through his neck …

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen people had been killed. No one could even clearly see how they were killed. He continuously retreated and fiercely pushed Duanmu Wuhong, who had been scared witless, and shouted, "Hong'er, quickly escape with your grandfather and Xiao'er through the secret passage. As long as they are not dead, there is hope for our Duanmu Family!"

His footsteps paused, and then fiercely rushed towards Feng Xiao's position. Most of these ancient families trained in the ancient martial arts of their families, and their skills were far beyond ordinary people, but he was not confident enough to think that he was the Blood Emperor's opponent. As such, he attacked with a strategy that completely ignored his own life.

Feng Xiao used his Flying Feather Blade to cut another person's throat. Sensing the sound of wind behind him, he sneered and reached out with his hand to grab that person's neck, lifting him up into the air.

The eyes of the Duanmu and Duanmu Family's masters bulged out as they struggled violently. However, the hand holding his throat was as hard as an iron claw, so no matter how hard he tried to struggle, it was useless.

"Let go of my father!"

"Let go of my third brother!"

Just as Duanmu Wuhong was about to charge forward, a thunderous shout rang out from behind him. At the same time, a sword light shot towards Feng Xiao from the right.

Feng Xiao laughed disdainfully, and with a flip of his hand, the Duanmu Family's patriarch's body was smashed onto the ground, directly shattering his shoulder bones. Then he directly used his palm to block that sword. The tip of the sword bounced back when it touched his palm. The owner of the sword also stood firmly in front of him, glaring at him. Behind him followed four similarly sword-wielding middle-aged men. All of them had calm expressions on their faces.

In this era of hot weapons, cold weapons like swords had almost been abandoned. However, to a true expert, the sword was often far more lethal than the spear. "@

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