Song Zun's slight voice came out, and his eyes stared at Wang Weihong, full of hatred.
"Haha, it's useless to say anything to a dying person. Song Zun, go on your way. For the sake of you once being a big boss in Qingzhou City, I will choose a better cemetery for you and put you there.
It was buried."
Wang Weihong sneered and raised the steel knife in his hand, aiming it at Song Zun's neck.
"Son, daddy is here. Let's keep you company on the road to hell..."
Song Zun closed his eyes quietly and murmured desperately.
When he came here today, he was prepared to die. However, even though he was fully prepared, he did not expect that his final result would be so embarrassing.
"Mr. Lin, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you in this life. Thank you for curing my old illness. I can't repay you in this life. If we are destined to see you in the next life..."
After saying the last words, Song Zun completely gave up resistance and crawled directly to the ground, letting Wang Weihong slaughter him.
"Die..."
Wang Weihong's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he slashed hard with the long knife in his hand.
"Song Lao..."
Everyone immediately let out heart-rending roars, and their eyes almost popped out. This knife was struck by Wang Weihong with all his strength, and it was bound to cut off Song Zun's entire head.
"Dang Cang..."
Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the air. Wang Weihong jumped up and immediately felt as if the long knife in his hand had been hit by a bullet. He also lost his balance and fell directly towards the ground.
"Plop..."
The fall was not light. Wang Weihong rolled several times and hit a pillar hard before he came to a stop.
"What's going on? Is someone here?"
Everyone noticed something was wrong and looked towards the sky.
"Warrior, the warrior is here..."
Bai Buzhan also had some strange emotions rising in his eyes at this moment, and he couldn't help but look towards the sky.
"Who? Who attacked me, get out..."
At this moment, Wang Weihong, whose head was bruised and bleeding, stood up from the ground and cursed loudly with his face covered in blood.
"Young Master Wang, long time no see. How are you?"
At this moment, on the rooftop in the distance, a slender figure walked to the edge. The light hit his face, outlining his delicate face, but the smile on the corner of his mouth looked extremely...
of weirdness.
"Dengdengdeng..."
Seeing this person, Wang Weihong couldn't help but take a few steps back. After a while, he choked out a few words from his throat, "Lin Yi..."
"Lin Yi?" When Bai Buzhan heard this, he immediately became vigilant and looked up, "He is the patron saint of the Yuan family, Mr. Lin, Lin Yi?"
Bai Buzhan had imagined Lin Yi's appearance and age many times, but now that he finally saw the real person, he was still shocked.
The man in front of him was only in his early twenties, and his face still had an untransformed childishness. If he were walking on the street, he would definitely not regard this young man as a warrior, but at best, he is just a guy who looks like a college student.
"Is this guy really that strong?"
At this moment, Bai Buzhan even had some doubts about whether the young man in front of him had the ability to kill his junior brother Yang Yifan.
"It seems that Mr. Wang hasn't forgotten me yet. I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."
Lin Yi smiled, then jumped from the roof of the building and stood firmly on the ground.
"Click..."
Along with the sound of the floor breaking, Lin Yi said sheepishly, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wang, for damaging your floor."
"Oh my god, that's a tenth floor, dozens of meters long, and he just jumped down like that?"
"It's terrible. It's simply terrible. When he jumped down, he didn't even use his true energy. Is he also a warrior?"
"It's incredible that there is such a powerful existence in the world..."
The people around him, whether they were warriors or not, were all confused at this moment.
Bai Buzhan also had an ugly face. Even if the warrior Dacheng jumped down from a height of tens of meters, he still needed Qi to protect his body. But Lin Yi just realized that nothing was of use and he was all relying on the powerful strength of his body.
He held on forcefully.
"Could it be said that this guy has reached the perfection of a warrior?"
Bai Buzhan's heart was beating wildly. Except for some first-class sects, it was difficult to see practitioners who could reach this level in their own bodies.
"Lin Yi, I didn't expect that as soon as you came back, you couldn't wait to come to my Wang family to cause trouble. This is just right and saves me from going to find you. Since you are here, just die here and don't even think about leaving."
Wang Weihong picked up the steel knife again, walked up to Song Zun, and said coldly.
"Really? Your entire reliance is on the warriors behind you, isn't it? You have forgotten that I am also a warrior."
Lin Yi said with a smile, his tone was neither anxious nor impatient.
"Hmph, you are just one person, but we have dozens of warriors here. Why are you fighting me? Before I kill you, I will let you watch Song Zun die in my hands with your own eyes."
Wang Weihong roared angrily, and slashed Song Zun's head with the steel knife in his hand.
"Peng..."
Lin Yi had long expected that he would have such a move, so the moment he raised his sword, a burst of virtual white mist erupted around him, directly blowing Wang Weihong away.
"Mr. Lin...is that you..."
At this moment, Song Zun raised his head weakly and looked at Lin Yi slowly.
"Mr. Song, please lie down for a while. After I avenge you, I will come to treat you."
Lin Yi tightly held Song Zun's blood-covered palms and whispered.
"Revenge? Lin Yi, you are here and you still want to get out? I have dozens of warriors. You are dead. Everyone, follow my order and kill them all. No one will be spared."
Wang Weihong climbed up from the ground, with a vicious look on his face, and roared crazily.
"It's...young master..."
The warriors knew that it was time for them to perform, so they directly activated their Qi to a level that could be seen by the human eye, and ran towards Lin Yi one after another.
"Mr. Lin, leave quickly. There are many warriors here and they have many trump cards. You will not be their opponent."
Song Zun pushed Lin Yi away with all his strength and shouted loudly.
"Humph, it's too late, just die..."
While he was speaking, a warrior had already ducked behind Lin Yi. His fingers suddenly lit up, and a burst of energy pierced Lin Yi's vest like a bullet.
"Mr. Lin..."
Everyone widened their eyes and shouted, Lin Yi was their last hope. Could it be that he was going to be shot on the spot just after he appeared?