Chapter 1027: Surrender and Fear

POSTED ON DECEMBER 9, 2021 BY LIN-K

But the face of the man in red clothes in front was comparable to Nangong Yu.

The aura that seemed to radiate unintentionally from him was even more frightening than Nangong Yu.

The man in red walked out of Nalan Mansion, and he slowly glanced at Feng Yunjing and Hall Master Zheng.

At this moment, Feng Yunjing and Hall Master Zheng were all stunned, and sweats came out fro their foreheads.

The man in red clothes smiled slightly, stretched out his finger, and gently drew ‘1’ on his lips.

That smile was really more dazzling than a hundred flowers blooming, but in the eyes of Feng Yunjing and Hall Master Zheng, they seemed to see the evil from h.e.l.l, making their knees tremble.

Finally, they were unable to withstand the pressure and knelt on their knees.

Speech prohibition art! Speech prohibition art!

Feng Yunjing’s eyes were full of panic, and all the humiliation, inferiority, and unwillingness in his mind all vanished, leaving only the surrender and fear in his mind.

Just a few hours ago, they coldly watched Zhu Que died of the speech prohibition art. Now, they had been cast with the same speech prohibition art.

Their life and death were completely controlled by others, but they couldn’t raise any thoughts of resistance in his heart.

The man in red did not look at them again after drawing ‘1’. He flicked his sleeve to draw a red arc in the air.

Immediately afterward, Feng Yunjing felt a dazzling white light flas.h.i.+ng in front of him, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened it again, he was horrified to find that the entire Nalan Mansion in front of him… disappeared!

That’s right, it wasn’t that it collapsed into ruins or it was blown into fly ash, but it disappeared completely.

The figure of the man in red clothes had already risen into the sky and lightly jumped onto a snow-white airs.h.i.+p.

The airs.h.i.+p was a little bigger than the flying sword, and it was all crystal clear, exuding a bitter chill.

Feng Yunjing could still feel the bone piercing chill standing far away from the s.p.a.cecraft. It was even colder than the thousands of years old ice.

The man in red was standing on the white jade airs.h.i.+p. His slender figure seemed to exude radiance, but he seemed to be affected by the piercing cold at all.

Feng Yunjing opened his mouth with his body trembling, trying to say something.

But in the blink of an eye, the white jade airs.h.i.+p disappeared into the sky.

The coldness and pressure all over his body suddenly disappeared, Feng Yunjing let out a sigh of relief. The sweat on his face was dripping down like rain.

Hall Master Zheng even sat down on the ground and said tremblingly, “Young Master, that man in red clothes is… who is he? How could he have such a terrifying cultivation? He actually razed the entire Nalan Mansion. How high his cultivation is…”

Before Hall Master Zheng finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and the 2 eyeb.a.l.l.s almost came out.

He stretched out his hand in horror and choked his throat, making a click sound. His expression was extremely painful; it was full of despair and fear.

However, his struggle lasted only a few seconds, and there was a loud “bang” in his throat. His entire head flew out and rolled on the ground a few times.

Feng Yunjing was also stunned by the scene in front of him. He stared blankly at Hall Master Zheng’s b.l.o.o.d.y head as well as those eyes that seemed to roll out, and he couldn’t help s.h.i.+vering.

TL: Who is that man? Why would he want to raze the entire Nalan Mansion?