Volume 1 Chapter 351: War Drums of Ifrit Festival

"Boom~"

A powerful and terrifying aura exploded from Li Tian's body.

No matter if it was a burly old woman, a sturdy man, or a beautiful woman, they all flew backwards.

As the beautiful woman was flying backwards, she saw a flash before her eyes, and then Li Tian appeared in front of her. He pulled out the knife from his palm, and then stabbed it quickly at her throat.

The man was still flying backwards, and the beautiful woman had no room to dodge. She could only watch helplessly as the sharp knife stabbed at her, a trace of despair emerging in her eyes.

The knife pierced her throat without hesitation, piercing her trachea and esophagus in an instant, and finally piercing her neck.

“Puff~”

When it was pulled out, a blood flower appeared.

After dealing a fatal blow to the beautiful woman, Li Tian turned around and went to deal with the sturdy man.

The speed was extremely fast, leaving traces of afterimages in the air.

The sturdy man had just landed on the ground and had not yet stood firmly when Li Tian approached him and raised and lowered his hand.

The sharp knife stabbed fiercely into the left side of the sturdy man's neck.

Simple and crude, without any frills, it goes straight to the person's sore spot.

“Puff~”

The knife was pulled out and blood spurted out like a column.

The sturdy man opened his eyes wide, he never expected that he, a top-notch master, would be defeated in the first encounter.

He was unwilling to accept this, and before he died, he wanted to pull Li Tian to support him on his back.

So he forced himself to use his strength and swung his sword down at Li Tianheng.

Li Tian raised the corner of his mouth, sneered, and kicked him in the chest.

"Bang bang bang~"

The sturdy man was thrown backwards like a cannonball. The walls of the Qiao family compound were as fragile as paper. He broke through three or four walls and was finally submerged in the rolling bricks.

"Dahan!"

The burly old woman turned her gaze away from the direction where the sturdy man had smashed her away, and instead looked at the beautiful woman on the ground, covering her bleeding neck, with a look of horror on her face, "Snake!"

She never thought that the three-man combination would be defeated instantly by Li Tian.

What kind of strength is this?

Have you surpassed the level of top masters?

"Do you still have the mind to care about others?" A devilish voice sounded.

The burly old woman's pupils shrank suddenly. She turned her head and saw Li Tian standing in front of her. At this moment, she, who had originally looked drowsy, suddenly became full of energy. Her skinny ghost claws suddenly stretched out and went straight for Li Tian's throat.

She knew it might be useless, but what else could she do except fight to the death.

She was fast, but Li Tian was even faster.

"Shua~"

Li Tian grasped the knife and stabbed it into her temple.

The old woman's movements and facial expressions froze in an instant. Her skinny ghost claws stopped ten centimeters away from Li Tian's throat. Then, she fell straight to the ground, dying with her eyes open.

This knife will kill with one strike!

The old woman didn't even have the chance to scream.

Li Tian stood condescendingly, staring at her body expressionlessly. The wound on his right palm that was pierced by the beautiful woman's knife had just healed without any scar. Even the blood near the wound had been reabsorbed back into the body.

Although he knew that his brother had become stronger and could even kill his uncle Qiao Chenyu, Fatty Qiao was still shocked when he saw Li Tian kill three masters in just three or four seconds.

This is ridiculously strong!

"Why are you suddenly so strong?" he walked forward and asked.

"If I'm not that strong, would I dare to come to your house?" Li Tian asked back.

Fatty Qiao nodded: "That's true."

After saying that, the two continued walking towards the meeting room of the Qiao family compound.

It was the same crossroads as before. Just as they reached there, the four large doors to the east, south, west and north slammed shut.

The crossroads with many connections suddenly turned into a prison.

Figures appeared one after another on the high city walls.

Li Tian and Fatty Qiao walked in from the south gate. The north gate was facing them. On the high wall of the north gate, Qiao Changming, Qiao Zishi, Qiao Qingsheng and the head of the Qiao family were standing there.

On the high walls around, masters appeared one after another. To Li Tian, ​​they were all unfamiliar faces except for one, the Phantom.

The four bodyguards of the Qiao family stood with their hands behind their backs on the four high walls. They were thin and tall, wearing masks and fighting hats. Except for their clothes in red, white, blue and black, the four of them looked like copies of real people.

The scene was the same as before, yet a little different.

This time, all the masters of the Qiao family should be here, no matter what class they are from.

On the city wall, the number of experts was roughly estimated to be more than 150.

This is just the headquarters in Shangjing. There are also experts stationed in the Qiao family branches in the surrounding cities.

"Wow, the battle formation is quite huge, like a huge army." Fatty Qiao sneered.

"You idiot, how long are you going to keep making trouble? Get off now!" On the high wall, Qiao Zishi pointed at him and yelled in anger.

"Nonsense?"

Fatty Qiao shook his head and sneered, "It seems that I was too cowardly and harmless in the past, so that even my imitation of Li Shimin in launching the Xuanwu Gate Incident was considered nonsense. Dad, can't you hear that the drums of the Ifrit Festival have already sounded, and this war can only end when one side falls."

As he said this, it seemed as if God had sensed it. Dark clouds rolled over the sky and strong winds blew.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the sound of war drums really could be heard between heaven and earth.

The faces of the people in charge of the Qiao family changed color.

One person knew about the Festival of Ifrit and said, "Legend has it that in the ancient Roman Colosseum, when the warriors fought without fear of death and were on the verge of death, they would hear the sound of war drums."

"And any warrior who hears the drum will gain the ultimate power that cannot be explained by all the thoughts and logic in this world. It is as if their lives are dedicated to the god of war. Only when one side dies will the battle stop. The ancient Roman warriors called this ceremony the Festival of Ifrit."

The rolling dark clouds, the fierce gale, and the Ifrit Festival that made people risk their lives without fear of death. At this moment, Fatty Joe stood out with his hands behind his back. His figure was as majestic as Mount Tai, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if he was the protagonist between heaven and earth.

The head of the Qiao family was terrified. Such a strange phenomenon seemed to indicate that something bad was going to happen.

Is it true that the Qiao family is really going to change its head today?

With Qiao Yuncai in power?

No!

Impossible. One Li Tian and one Qiao Yuncai, can two of them turn the world upside down?

Also, why should Qiao Yuncai, a young boy who is still wet behind the ears, be the head of the family? What qualifications does he have?

"Qiao Yuncai, you are a traitor and you deserve to be killed!"

"You're crazy. You're completely crazy."

"Qiao Yuncai, in ancient times, you would be a traitor and a thief, and all traitors and thieves would have a bad ending."

The heads of the Qiao family started to scold Fatty Qiao one by one.