Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 501 "My Dad is Xin Aotian

Chapter 501: Chapter 501 "My Dad is Xin Aotian

Shi Feng still looked indifferently at the Young Lord, and Jin Mo gazed blankly again at that tall, broad-shouldered dark figure. Just before, when others had bullied and insulted him, it was this man who had taken action to vent his anger.

Shi Feng looked at the furious Shenn Yuan and coldly commanded, "First, you shot my White Tiger with an arrow. Now, kneel down and apologize to my White Tiger. Second, you just insulted my friend; cut off your own tongue!"

Kneel down? Cut off his own tongue? "I’ll cut your sister!" Shenn Yuan roared with all his strength, then like a crazed beast that had lost its reason, at that moment, blue lightning burst from Shennhui’s claws, circling around his claws, the electricity flowing, emitting a "crackling" sound.

"Young Lord! Kill!" Seeing their young lord furiously charging forward, the three stout men behind him also soared into the air, diving down towards Shi Feng. One stout man clenched his right fist and launched a punch, creating a huge fist shadow that violently struck towards Shi Feng.

Another stout man burst into two balls of Fiery Flames from his hands, then struck his hands together in front of his chest, sending a blaze upwards, transforming into a giant flaming sword that furiously slashed down towards Shi Feng.

The last stout man, while flying, continuously kicked, sending out streams of air that condensed into densely packed Wind Blades, sweeping like a wild tempest, seemingly about to slice Shi Feng’s body into fragmented pieces.

"Hmph!" Watching the attacks of the three Martial Sect Realm stout men arrive first, each attack infused with the Power of Martial Sect, Shi Feng let out a disdainful snort. Immediately afterward, Shi Feng’s third black Corrosive Demon Eye opened, spewing rolling black corrosive fog into the air.

The ferocious attacks of the three Martial Sect Realm stout men, under Shi Feng’s rolling black corrosive fog, were instantaneously devoured cleanly, their faces swiftly showing full expressions of horror.

Following that, the black corrosive fog spewed by Shi Feng condensed midair into three massive black Mist Swords, like three giant black pillars, crashing towards the three men.

"This!" The three stout men, seeing the three eerie and mysterious black Mist Swords slamming towards them, instantly reached right in front of them. The three stout men let out a cry of terror: "No!"

Before the words even fell, the three Mist Swords had already pierced the bodies of the three stout men, devouring almost their entire bodies, leaving only heads with widened eyes and terrified expressions exposed outside.

However, time seemed to freeze, the expressions of terror on those three heads remained motionless. Then, a crimson bloodline flowed from the three black Mist Swords, turning into three long lines of blood flying towards Shi Feng, entering his palm, swallowed by him.

And those exposed heads quickly shriveled as if they had lost their moisture.

Shi Feng’s annihilation of the three Martial Sect Realm stout men, though lengthy in description, happened merely in an instant. Even the crazed Young Lord Shenn Yuan had not realized the drastic change among his subordinates and continued his beast-like charge, his claws gleaming with Thunder Light, ferociously pouncing towards Shi Feng.

"Slap!" Suddenly, a crisp crack resounded again atop the mountain. Just as Shenn Yuan was about to reach Shi Feng, a pale white Handprint suddenly appeared in the air next to Shenn Yuan’s left face, then ferociously slapped down on Shenn Yuan’s left face.

"Ah!" Another agonizing scream bellowed from Shenn Yuan’s mouth as his body was once again sent flying backward. On his left face, a reddened five-finger Handprint appeared, similar to the right one.

But this time, Shenn Yuan wasn’t as fortunate as before, with no subordinates to catch him. With a "thud," Shenn Yuan’s body heavily crashed onto the ground. "Ah!" The pampered Young Lord Shenn Yuan let out another agonized scream, followed by his falling body kicking up a cloud of dust from the ground.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Amidst the dust, Shenn Yuan’s severe coughing sounded, followed by a noise of vomiting.

A cool breeze blew over the hilltop, dispersing the pervasive dust and revealing a figure lying on the ground, his face and head covered in dirt.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! Vomit!" Shenn Yuan lay on the ground, continuously coughing, and then another mouthful of fresh blood spilled from his mouth, staining his green samurai attire a bright red at the chest.

At this moment, the Young Lord of Shennhui City looked nothing like the haughty figure he had been before and resembled a beggar who had been brutally beaten.

However, as Shenn Yuan was going mad pondering where those damned subordinates had gone, the lying body slightly lifted its head, and Shenn Yuan saw within the Void, three huge black Mist Swords appeared. Suspended above the swords were three heads, and then, as if coming to life, they slightly moved, turning slowly towards Shenn Yuan.

"Ah! Ah! What is this!" Dirt smeared all over his face, Shenn Yuan’s expression twisted into one of terrified horror as he screamed in fright. He saw... the three heads turning towards him on the black Mist Swords were shriveled, resembling mummified heads.

And those three shriveled heads were clearly his three subordinates, those three stout men.

"How... how can this be! You guys! How did you turn into this!" Shenn Yuan suddenly realized something, his gaze moving downward, landing on the figure above the white tiger, that cold, indifferent face.

"Roar!" The white tiger growled lowly, and then, together with Shi Feng and Jin Mo, started walking step by step towards Young Lord Shenn Yuan.

"You... you... what are you trying to do!" Shenn Yuan propped up half of his body with his arms, then, seeing the white tiger approaching, he scrambled backward with his hands and legs.

"Are you scared?" Watching Shenn Yuan retreat backward, Shi Feng said coldly, immediately causing the three black Mist Swords in the Void to disappear.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" Three sounds echoed as the three shriveled heads, no longer supported by the black Mist Swords, hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled away.

Watching his three formerly alive subordinates now reduced to rolling shriveled heads, Shenn Yuan swallowed hard. His head slowly lifted again and his gaze slowly moved upward, once more looking up at Shi Feng atop the white tiger, he said:

"You! You can’t kill me! If you kill me, you definitely won’t survive either. My father, Shenn Aoxin, has only me as his son. If you kill me, my father won’t let you go even if you flee to the ends of the earth!"

"I never said I would kill you. Someone as worthless as you isn’t even worth dirtying my hands!" Looking at Shenn Yuan who was no different from a stray dog, Shi Feng spoke coldly.

"However..."

(There’s another Chapter, will be late, probably around 2-3 AM! Guys, go to sleep, don’t stay up, read it tomorrow! Also, thank you for your good wishes!)