The old man's ruthless methods
The black arrow, formed from pure malice, pierced through the air with a shrill whistle that seemed to tear everything apart.
The temperature in the entire banquet hall seemed to drop to freezing point at that moment.
Time was stretched out infinitely, to the point that every detail became clearly visible.
Yu Jinli could clearly see Feng Jinxuan's eyes, which had turned blood red with extreme anger.
She could see the horrified, distorted expressions on the faces of the guests in the distance.
She could even see the cruel and triumphant smile on Feng Jinhong's lips.
She tried to dodge, but her body felt as heavy as lead, and she couldn't move.
All her strength and all her spirit were used to maintain the golden barrier that was already cracked and teetering on the brink of collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind.
She felt like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, forced to watch helplessly as death approached.
It's over.
That last thought remained in her mind.
Unexpectedly, Yu Jinli's magnificent life, filled with wealth and dreams, was about to end so abruptly in this way.
I just don't know if Lin Feifei will be able to successfully collect her 100 million yuan insurance payout...
"No--!"
Feng Jinxuan let out a hoarse roar.
He tried to rush forward and use his body to shield her from the blow.
But between him and her, there was an invisible barrier, and also the farthest distance in the world.
He could only watch helplessly as the black arrow drew ever closer to her back...
At that critical moment, a sudden change occurred!
A cold snort, aged yet full of vigor, suddenly rang out clearly in the chaotic banquet hall.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly drowning out all the screams and chaos.
"You wicked child! How dare you lay a hand on my people in front of me!"
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, as if it could grant any wish.
Before he finished speaking, a golden light, like lightning piercing the night, suddenly shot out from the grand master's chair in the main seat!
The golden light was incredibly fast, arriving before the arrow and striking the oncoming black arrow with pinpoint accuracy!
"boom!"
A dull, loud bang exploded in everyone's ears!
Golden light and black mist collided violently in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light and powerful energy shockwaves!
The surrounding tables, chairs, and benches were instantly blown away!
Yu Jinli felt as if she had been hit by a speeding truck, and her whole body was flying forward uncontrollably.
But the expected pain did not come.
She fell into a strong and warm embrace.
It is the sealing of the profound mystery.
He rushed forward the instant the shockwave erupted, shielding her from all the damage with his own body.
"Cough cough..." Yu Jinli lay in his arms, coughing a few times, feeling as if her internal organs had shifted.
She struggled to lift her head and look towards the direction of the head of the table.
Then she saw a scene she would never forget in her life.
Suddenly, Old Master Feng stood up from his armchair.
He was still wearing that dark red Tang suit, and looked somewhat thin.
But at this moment, he no longer possessed any trace of the decrepit air of old age.
He stood ramrod straight, like a spear piercing the sky.
Those eyes, which were originally slightly cloudy, now shone brightly, sharp as an eagle, and were filled with an imposing aura of authority.
A powerful and majestic aura, as imposing as a mountain, surged from his body into the sky!
If Feng Jinxuan is like ice, as reserved as a mountain.
So at this moment, Grandpa Feng is like a... dormant volcano that could erupt at any moment, having been dormant for a hundred years!
“Grandpa…” Feng Jinxuan was completely stunned when he saw the old man who was completely different from before.
Across from them, Feng Jinhong's face was even more ashen than if he had seen a ghost.
He stared intently at the string of sandalwood prayer beads in the old man's hand... which he had just regarded as an ordinary antique, but which was now shining brightly with golden light. His voice became sharp with shock and fear.
"Impossible... Your cultivation was crippled long ago!"
"Crippled?" The old man sneered, his laughter filled with an air of domineering arrogance. "Back when I was running rampant in the Xuanmen sect, your great-grandfather was still wearing open-crotch pants!"
He slowly turned the string of prayer beads in his hand, making a soft "click-click" sound.
"You little brat, using those low-class tricks of the Shadow Devouring Sect to deal with your own people. You really... have completely disgraced the Feng family."
His voice wasn't loud, but it struck Feng Jinhong's heart like a heavy hammer.
Feng Jinhong's face turned deathly pale.
He knew he was completely finished today.
Without further hesitation, he turned around abruptly, intending to escape in the chaos.
"Trying to leave?" A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes. "Too late!"
With a flick of his wrist, the string of sandalwood prayer beads seemed to come alive, transforming into a golden stream of light that instantly wrapped around Feng Jinhong's feet!
Feng Jinhong screamed in agony as he was dragged back to the center of the banquet hall by an immense force, completely out of control!
He fell heavily in front of the old man.
The old man slowly stepped forward, looking down at him as if he were a pathetic ant.
That powerful aura pressed down on Feng Jinhong so much that he couldn't even lift his head.
"Speak," the old man's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion. "Who ordered you to do this?"
Feng Jinhong lay on the ground, his body trembling violently.
He looked up at the old man's sharp, knife-like eyes, then glanced at the few people in special uniforms rushing towards them in the distance.
He knew he had no way out.
A strange, bittersweet smile, as if a sense of relief had suddenly appeared on his face.
"Hehe...hehehe..."
As he was laughing, a stream of dark blood with a foul odor suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"You want to get... a secret from me?" He looked at the old man, his eyes filled with resentment and mockery. "Dream on..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he fell completely silent.
He actually committed suicide by poisoning himself right under everyone's noses!
The sudden scene before her eyes left Yu Jinli speechless for a moment.
The trail... just like that, it went cold?
The old man looked at Feng Jinhong's corpse with a furrowed brow, seemingly not expecting the other party to be so resolute.
He remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly.
"Foolish child, foolish child..."
He turned away, no longer looking at the corpse.
His gaze passed over the chaotic crowd and landed on Yu Jinli, who was being held in Feng Jinxuan's arms and whose face was pale.
Those sharp, domineering eyes softened the moment they saw Yu Jinli.
That look in his eyes was very complicated.
There was appreciation, apology, and a hint of an elder's inexplicable affection for a younger generation.
He nodded slightly at her.
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