The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming, was standing indifferently at the door with his hands behind his back.
He stood like a stone sculpture, murderous intent brewing.
He was waiting for Chen Zongheng to finish offering incense in the church.
Then, he would take action... and personally cut off Chen Zongheng's head as a sacrifice to his son's soul.
But, at this moment... there was a huge noise in the church, and then a miserable howl.
Huang Zhengming's pupils condensed, he turned around suddenly and rushed into the church.
Boom~ When he saw that scene in the church, his whole person trembled!
On the church platform, the golden ice coffin of his son Huang Honghui was shattered into pieces. The rotting body fell to the ground.
The smell of corpses floats into the sky.
However, in front of the funeral table, the most capable butler of the Huang family, Huang Zhong... was standing there blankly.
A huge bloody hole was penetrated on his left chest. Even his heart had been dug out.
"Chen...Zongheng!!"
Huang Zhengming clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were about to burst!
Step by step, step forward.
He, the head of the Huang family, was full of murderous intent!
Every step he took sunk deeply into the ground, leaving a terrifying sunken shoe mark on the ground.
Broken his son's golden coffin.
Kill the manager of the Huang family.
This hatred is irreconcilable!!
In the entire church, all the guests looked horrified and horrified.
Today, the Huang family is going to go on a killing spree.
And, on the funeral platform.
Chen Zongheng still looked calm and elegant.
He tapped his fingers lightly on Huang Zhong's old shoulder.
Huang Zhong's body suddenly fell to the ground.
In the entire church, everyone's eyes were extremely shocked.
This...terrible tycoon in charge of the Huang family, the tycoon who once swept through the Jiangnan underground world...was just...killed??
Chen Zongheng threw the crushed heart on the ground, then took out a square towel and slowly wiped the blood on his palms.
Around him, patches of yellow-brown sea of people surged up like a tide.
The endless sea of people surrounded the entire church.
In the church, the hearts of all the guests were beating violently.
This scene today is unprecedented.
The Huang family is using all their strength.
From inside the church, it spreads all the way to the boulevard thousands of meters away from the church...
The heads were covered in darkness, and the sound of footsteps shook the sky.
The murderous intent surged, shaking the hearts of all the guests present.
The Huang family's thugs are still pouring in.
Huang Zhengming walked step by step towards Chen Zongheng with terrifying murderous intent!
However, on the funeral platform, Chen Zongheng wiped his palms clean and finally turned around slowly.
Facing Huang Zhengming who was walking down below.
"Put it under the autumn frost and spare your whole body."
His voice was indifferent and he spoke slowly.
The air is filled with murderous intent.
Huang Zhengming walked step by step, stepping on the cracked footprints everywhere, and walked to Chen Zongheng.
The distance between the two is less than one meter.
Their eyes looked at each other, like two swords clashing.
"Chen Zongheng, you will never...walk out of this church alive today." Huang Zhengming clenched his fists tightly, and terrifying veins popped out.
He stared straight at Chen Zongheng.
Today, he will use this man's blood to pay homage to his son's soul!
‘Clang, clank…!’ At the same time, the sound of a sword being drawn out of its sheath swept through the air like a sound wave.
The dark sea of people and the endless sword light shocked people's hearts.
Countless sword lights were drawn out of the scabbard. A cold murderous intent enveloped the entire church.
"Oh, really?" Chen Zongheng slowly raised his head, his eyes dim.
"Come on." Huang Zhengming shouted sharply, and his figure slowly retreated.
At the same time, behind him, the sea of people surged up crazily!
"kill!!"
At the scene, a mass of black heads surged up like a tide, and the swords glowed like a sea.
Looking at the oncoming sea of people, the corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth... raised a slight arc.
Instead of taking the road to heaven, people in the world go to hell and break through the ghost gate.
That being the case, then he... doesn't mind sending the Buddha to the West.
Chen Zongheng suddenly lifted up the mahogany coffin he had brought personally.
The next second, he... wielded the coffin alcohol weighing a thousand kilograms with both hands, and struck violently like a terrifying weapon.
"Puff puff...!" Coffin Chun swept across the air, wherever it passed.
A figure's body was knocked away and blood splattered.
He, with the strength of one man, carried the coffin as a weapon, and instantly... blasted a path of blood through the endless sea of people like a torrent.
The sea of people in front of them was suddenly...killed into a bloody path of piled corpses.
"Uh...die!!"
A Huang family thug was holding a machete with a ferocious face and was charging towards Chen Zong to chop him down!
"Poof!" But before he could get close, a huge coffin struck him instantly, smashing his body into a piece of flesh and blood.
Chen Zongheng, carrying the mahogany coffin with both hands, stepped out of the church door intact step by step.
"Boom." The mahogany coffin was placed on the ground outside the church.
At this moment, the entire coffin was stained with endless blood.
It is even sticky with countless human body visceral flesh and blood residues.
He stood in front of the church door and slowly lit a cigarette.
Then, he turned around and looked at the people in the church.
"Didn't I come out?"
The hearts of everyone in the audience were trembling.
This is simply.
No one can stop it.
At the entrance of the church, an endless sea of people frantically surrounded the church again.
With Chen Zongheng as the center, a dense sea of people surrounded him, radiating out in all directions.
The sea of people is endless as far as the eye can see.
Basically, I can't count how many people there are.
From the starting point of the boulevard, you can see that there is no end in sight.
The Huang family has been a force in the south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years.
At this time today, I am completely ready to go out in full force.
Chen Zongheng stood in front of the blood-stained mahogany coffin.
He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Huang Zhengming inside the church.
"I told you, this coffin is prepared for you."
"Put it under the autumn frost, and I will keep your body intact. Otherwise."
An unprecedented terrifying aura suddenly burst out from his pupils.
For example, death comes.
The evil spirits roar and Shura cries!
Deng Deng Deng.
Ahead, wherever he looked, the endless sea of people were all forced back dozens of steps by his gaze.
What a scary look.
That look was like a...demon from hell.
Let everyone's heart tremble.
No one... dared to look directly into his eyes.
Soul trembles.
In the church, Huang Zhengming, the head of the Huang family, with a ferocious face, walked towards the door of the church step by step...
His eyes forcibly collided with Chen Zongheng's.
At that moment, his soul seemed to be shattered.
The terrifying look in his eyes made Huang Zhengming feel frightened and terrified.
Countless cold sweat soaked down his back.
The joints of his hands and limbs seemed to be stiff, and he even trembled slightly when he walked.
But he can't lose.
This is the home ground of his Huang family.
This killing array was arranged for several days.
Mobilizing the entire Huang family's strength.
Today, even if Chen Zongheng is really invincible in the world, he will still... be killed here.
There are many people and there is great power.
His century-old power of the Huang family cannot be insulted!
What's more, today...he still has the most important hostage in his hand, Qiu Shuangxia!
Huang Zhengming took one step at a time, suppressing the tremors in his heart, pretending to be calm on the outside, and just... stepped forward.
Standing still, his expression was cold and ferocious.
Then, he clapped his hands slowly.
"Bring it up."
Huh~!
In the dark sea of people, a path was made.
A huge Jesus cross was slowly pushed up.
Her delicate body under the autumn frost was just... ruthlessly tied to the cross.
Her long hair was messy, her beautiful eyes were red, and the beauty on her pretty face had already been occupied by endless fear.
On the snow-white face, two lines of tears were faintly visible.
At this time, when she saw... this elegant young man in a neat suit appeared in front of her.
The mood under the autumn frost could not be suppressed again, and the beautiful eyes were filled with mist.
This fair-skinned man appeared here.
Is he here to save himself?
Tears fell uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes under the autumn frost.
"Don't cry, I'm here to take you home as requested by your sister."
Chen Zongheng looked at Qiu Shuangxia who was tied to the cross with a faint gaze, and said slowly.
His voice was calm, but it seemed to have a soothing power.