Farting like thunder
Inside the Childe family castle.
Corpses lay strewn everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.
The ancient floor tiles were smashed into deep pits, a shocking sight, with cracks all around.
Thousands of Childe knights, clad in iron armor, wielding lances, and riding tall horses, surrounded Ye Feng and Lan Yu, along with their group.
The tense atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
In mid-air, the projection of Sowari, the patriarch of the Childe family, appeared, looking down at Ye Feng and the others below, his oppressive aura pressing down like a mountain.
"Ye Feng, how dare you act so recklessly in my great Childe family! God will not forgive you."
"Knights, send him to hell."
"Polo Polo Chain Farts!"
The old weasel stuck out its big butt and farted at Sowari from afar.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The fart was like thunder, shaking the earth and causing large sections of the courtyard wall to collapse, with rubble flying everywhere.
Countless cracks spread across the sturdy walls of the ancient castle.
If it weren't for the lack of a protective magic array on the surface, it would have collapsed long ago with a single fart.
An incredibly foul odor instantly enveloped the entire castle.
Ye Feng and the others had made prior preparations, silently putting on masks and keeping their distance from the old weasel.
Xiahou Ba rolled his eyes and couldn't help but mutter.
"You dead weasel, your farts are getting smellier and smellier."
Fatty Situ jingled the pure gold abacus around his neck as he rubbed his eyes incessantly.
"Damn it, it burned my titanium alloy eyes."
A group of Black Iron Knights who rushed forward were instantly blasted into a bloody mist by the fart, and their spears were broken into several pieces, falling to the ground with a clattering sound.
The knights behind him, though not killed by the impact, suffered internal injuries and vomited blood.
The leader of the Thirty Nations Martial Arts Alliance and his elite members vomited uncontrollably.
Many of them even vomited up their leftovers and started cursing loudly.
"Damn it, that weasel is awful."
"To be killed by a fart is a disgrace to a martial artist."
“Kill it.”
Sovari's scattered projection quickly coalesced in mid-air again.
He stared intently at the weasel, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"You beast, how dare you blaspheme me!"
"Kill it!"
Whoosh whoosh!
As everyone made their moves, the old weasel moved with lightning speed, darting back and forth across the arena, leaving a trail of afterimages behind it.
The sharp claws reached out and instantly shattered the heads of several martial artists, their white brain matter flowing everywhere.
"Hehe, a bunch of defeated generals, you don't even deserve to be my followers."
"Hehehehe..."
Over here, Xiahou Ba's body was engulfed in black, malevolent flames, and he was possessed by a bloodthirsty demon god, instantly entering a berserk state.
Dozens of Black Iron Knights who charged forward were slain by a single sword strike, their heads flying off into the air.
Jiang Yinuo flicked the black iron spear in her hand, stabbing and killing the new leader of the martial arts alliance of Taozi Kingdom. The group of elite martial artists behind her were also skewered into bloody candied hawthorns and then pinned to the city wall with a flick of her wrist.
With her flowing blue sleeves and deep blue Hanfu billowing in the wind, Lan Yu's slender body contained terrifying explosive power, killing a mid-stage Martial Soul cultivator with a single punch.
"Upright and righteous spirit!"
Dongfang Sheng wielded his large brush in mid-air, seemingly depicting a trace of the Great Dao.
Four large golden characters shone brightly in mid-air, dazzling and radiant, and a righteous aura rose between heaven and earth.
Hundreds of South Korean warriors who rushed over were killed on the spot, their pores reflecting dazzling golden light.
"Fatty, I'm here!"
The chubby boy fell from mid-air like a mountain of flesh, casting a large shadow of death on the ground.
Before the dozens of Japanese Onmyoji could even perform their rituals, they were killed by being sat on.
On the hard floor tiles, there was a deep pit shaped like a buttock.
“You have committed unforgivable sins, and the Lord will send you to hell.”
"Open the gates of hell and summon the Dark Knight."
In mid-air, Sovari reached out and tapped his chest and head, and suddenly a huge, dark hole appeared behind him, as if leading to the underworld.
A steady stream of dark knights emerged from the ranks, their bodies clad in black armor, wielding greatswords, their helmets adorned with two sharp horns, emitting eerie howls as they charged towards Ye Feng and his companions.
On the other side, Dr. Jones also commanded thousands of 4S-level genetically modified humans to march in unison, wielding dark matter laser cannons, and to fire wildly at Ye Feng.
The nearby castle was riddled with holes.
"court death."
Ye Feng swung his large iron hammer down from mid-air, causing large plumes of blood mist to explode, as if he had crushed a swarm of ants.
He strode forward, his iron hammer pounding the heavens and earth, its roar shaking the stars, unstoppable and invincible.
The screams of agony were incessant.
Unwittingly, the terrifying spacetime rift behind them was triggered again.
A hellish storm surged forth, like a sharp steel blade, slicing through the air with a clanging sound and sparks flying everywhere.
Countless genetically modified humans, along with the Dark Knight, were slaughtered into mincemeat and mercilessly devoured.
Xiao Long and the others were thrilled.
They finally experienced Ye Tianshen's iron-blooded and domineering aura up close.
They truly displayed the might of the Great Xia people.
They demonstrated the spirit of the Chinese people.
"Ye Tianshen, watch out!"
Xiao Long suddenly shouted.
Whoosh!
At that very moment.
Suddenly, a sharp sword aura pierced through from the shadows.
This sword strike was like a phantom in the night, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making it impossible to defend against.
Moreover, its speed was comparable to lightning, reaching Ye Feng's throat in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Ye Feng was highly focused, guarding against the spacetime rift behind him to prevent being swallowed up.
This is the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
The assassin hiding in the shadows had clearly anticipated this.
Assassins from the Tu Xia organization!
Ye Feng was very familiar with this bizarre assassination style, having dealt with it more than once before.
"Hmph, this little organization that slaughters Xia is really persistent. Die!"
Ye Feng didn't dodge, because there was no need. With a flick of his finger, he shattered the opponent's longsword.
The blood-dripping iron hammer crashed down, and a muffled groan came from the void opposite.
Then a meat pie rolled out, covered in blood, and was unrecognizable as a human.
"I'm here to kill Yan Song."
"I will kill anyone who dares to stand in my way."
Ye Feng swung his large iron hammer and strode towards the depths of the ancient castle.
They killed like ants, corpses flew everywhere, and no one could stop them...
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