As night gradually fell, the Wang family was even more brightly lit and a banquet was held. Many guests were already sitting around the big table outside, chatting and eating and drinking. Servants and maids were constantly shuttled around, serving wine and food.
It looked very lively.
At this time, an uninvited guest came outside the mansion. He was wearing a black cloak, completely covering his face so that no one could see what he looked like. The visitor was naturally the messenger of Zhanchen Hell.
His unique attire immediately attracted the attention of the doorman, who stopped him and asked: "Stop, what are you here for?"
Zhan Chen replied: I was passing by and saw that there was wine and meat here, so I came here to ask for a drink.
Hum, I think you are here to cause trouble, right? This is the royal palace, not a place for villagers like you to come. Now that our Wang family is happy, we will not argue with you. Please leave quickly.
Country man, hum, I have to go in today. Zhan Chen pretended to be reckless, pushed the two of them away, and broke into the yard.
The two servants were only martial arts disciples, so they had no choice but to let Zhan Chen pass if they could not stop him.
Zhan Chen walked slowly towards the main hall step by step, but his heartbeat began to speed up gradually, and a surge of blood rushed to his forehead, making his eyes turn red, losing his mind, and the flames of revenge could not be stopped.
At this time, there was a scene of singing and dancing in the hall, unaware of the danger coming. Wang Yuanqing, the current head of the Wang family, sat at the head of the main table, presiding over this grand banquet, and the people sitting with him were mainly members of the family.
Worshiping and befriending the powerful squire of the Wang family can be said to be like a den of snakes and rats.
At this time, a squire asked Wang Yuanqing: Mr. Wang, now that the guests have gathered, why not invite the ancestor Wang Yuanfeng out for us to pay our respects? He is the protagonist today.
Wang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, but a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He suddenly laughed, stood up, raised his hands and said: Dear relatives and friends, I'm really sorry. Today is my ancestor's birthday. I wanted to celebrate it with everyone, but unfortunately a few days ago
, he suddenly felt a vague sense of breakthrough, so he hurriedly retreated. Here, I, Wang Yuanqing, am trying to apologize to everyone.
It turns out that everyone suddenly realized that in Wanfa Continent, breakthrough is the most important thing, and compared with it, a birthday celebration is nothing.
Haha, everyone, I am not polite enough, I will punish myself with three drinks.
Wang Yuanqing picked up the wine glass in front of him and was about to drink it when suddenly a man in a black cloak burst in. Everyone was confused.
At this time, a worshiper next to him stood up, walked forward, and shouted at the visitor: "Stop, who are you?"
After Zhan Chen broke into the main hall, his attention was all focused on Wang Yuanqing. The tragic scene of his father's murder suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It is still vivid in his mind, as if it had just happened. He felt as if his chest was pressed.
Boulders, breathless.
When I heard someone shouting at me to stop myself, I subconsciously turned around and took a look. It didn't matter if I didn't look at it, but it only added fuel to the fire. It was really a narrow road for enemies. It turned out that the person shouting at me was not someone else, but the person who assassinated me a few years ago.
Lin Meng
Hum Lin Meng, take your head first to pay homage to my deceased father.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Zhan Chen stepped forward and swung out the Tiger Roaring Sword hidden under his robe in an instant, and the tip of the sword slashed across Lin Meng's throat.
Just hearing a squeaking sound, a line of blood quickly spread in Lin Meng's throat. He subconsciously covered his throat, took a few steps back, rolled his eyelids up, and fell to the ground completely dead.
Zhan Chen's attack was so fast that no one could react. It was not until Lin Meng fell to the ground and died that an exclamation came from the hall, and there was chaos. Many people ran out immediately, and there were many
A few people took out their weapons and surrounded him, but because most people couldn't see through his cultivation level, they didn't dare to attack.
Facing the siege, Zhan Chen was not afraid, but kept his eyes on Wang Yuanqing.
Wang Yuanqing's face sank, but he still suppressed his anger and asked: Your Excellency, who are you? Because he had already seen that Zhan Chen's cultivation was the Dzogchen Martial Arts Master, which was not easy to deal with.
Hahaha, old man, open your eyes wide and see clearly that Zhan Chenji no longer needs to hide, so he took off his cloak.
Wang Yuanqing looked at the young face behind the cloak. A trace of confusion first flashed in his eyes, and then became clearer and clearer. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, trembled all over, subconsciously took a step back, pointed at Zhan Chen and shouted:
:It’s you Zhan Chen
Yes, I was resurrected from hell. Zhan Chen, who came to take revenge on you, stared at Wang Yuanqing and said.
For a moment, Wang Yuanqing was stunned. He thought that Zhan Chen had died somewhere long ago, but he did not expect that the hidden dangers left behind at that time would eventually turn into a catastrophe.
Oh, by the way, I will tell you a secret, your son Wang Yin was also sent to the West by me. Zhan Chen continued to stimulate him.
What are you talking about? Wang Yuanqing was furious when he heard the news and was in pain.
Almost a year ago, when he received the news from the Golden Elephant Sect that his most proud son, Wang Yin, had died in the Zhenwu Secret Realm, he immediately felt that he was much older. Later, through his relationship, he
After repeated searches on the Internet, we could never find the specific cause of his death.
Both of his sons died. After that, for some unknown reason, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make his wives and concubines pregnant again. The Wang family was considered extinct.
At this moment, he didn't expect that the culprit who caused all this was actually standing in front of him. How could it be unbearable?
I'm going to kill you. Wang Yuanqing couldn't bear it anymore. He took out a pair of copper hammers, rushed into the center of the crowd, and hit Zhan Chen on the head.
Zhan Chen smiled contemptuously and held his hammer while Wang Yuanqing continued to attack him crazily.
However, a cold light flashed across Zhan Chen's eyes, and he spoke like a thunderbolt: The Golden Light Sword Technique and the Tiger Roaring Sword were at full power, and he stabbed out dozens of swords in an instant. In an instant, the attack and defense changed, and the sword light fell on his body through the copper hammer.
Ah, Wang Yuanqing couldn't resist, and was beaten so hard that his body flew away, knocking over the wine table behind him, and fell to the ground unable to get up.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone reacted, Wang Yuanqing's body was already full of donated blood, and all the meridians in his hands and feet had been severed. How could he still have the arrogance just now? He was just a dying old man.
Hum, old man, I want you to taste the pain my father suffered. At this time, Zhan Chen was already red-eyed.
A trace of fear finally flashed across Wang Yuanqing's face, and he shouted with an inward look: What are you worshipers doing in a daze? Come on, kill this devil quickly.
The people around him immediately reacted and shouted: Yes, don't be afraid of him. We are outnumbered, so we raised our weapons and rushed towards Zhan Chen together.
Looking at those people, Zhan Chen sneered again: Helping the tyrants will lead to harm, and the sword in his hand once again turned into a storm and swept around.
Ah ah ah, followed by screams like slaughtering pigs, seven or eight more people died under Zhan Chen's sword in an instant.
This guy is really a devil. Let's run. The remaining people finally got scared and ran out desperately. After a while, Wang Yuanqing was alone, and only he and Zhan Chen were left in the huge room.
Wang Yuanqing knew that he would not survive, so he shouted: Zhan Chen, you have sinned so much, my grandfather is coming out soon, and your death has come.
Hum, I'm just waiting for your ancestor. He's here and will send you all to hell together. Zhan Chen was not afraid. He took out the pulse-protecting pill and swallowed it. Then, he knocked over the candle on the side, and the candlelight fell on it.
Above the roller blind, a fire suddenly burst into flames.
Zhan Chen dragged Wang Yuanqing to the center and cut his flesh with sword after sword, causing the old man to howl in waves. Every time he screamed, his heart felt better and he kept repeating:
Father, have you seen that the child is avenging you?
Stop quickly. Suddenly, a thunderous sound came from the back room, shaking the entire hall as if it was trembling.
Zhan Chen was shocked. He knew that Wang Yuanfeng, the ancestor of the Wang family, had arrived, so he did not hesitate and stabbed Wang Yuanqing in the heart with a sword.