Ancient Dragon Spell Chapter 482 Passers-By

Chapter 482 - People Pa.s.sing by

"At that time, if your Patriarch, Zhao Zetian, had handed over the map to you, there would not have been so many problems!"

The other party once again opened his mouth and stared at the middle-aged man, sneering disdainfully.

"The Fanfan gang is going too far! That year, if not for our Zhao Family Patriarch supporting you, your Fanfan gang would have been destroyed long ago! And now, all of you are actually being ungrateful! "

The middle-aged man roared.

However, as he spoke, he spat out some blood. It was obvious that he was severely injured.

"Humph, you speak too much nonsense, it is all in the past, this time, as long as you obtain your Young Master, see how Zhao Zetian obediently hands over the thing in his hands, brothers, kill!"

"How dare you!"

The middle-aged man howled in rage, as the long sword in his hands swiftly slashed downwards, attempting to defend against the enemy.

The other four people also roared in succession and continued to use their secret techniques.

"Humph, a mantis trying to stop a car, I don't know if I'll live or die!"

The Fanfan gang s all held iron fan in their hands as they attacked together. Those few people were originally not strong enough, but now that the strongest, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao was heavily injured, and in that moment, he was killed to the point of spitting out blood, his body flying backwards.

"Uncle Zhao!"

Looking at the Uncle Zhao being sent flying, the youth could not help but feel grief and indignation, and his eyes carried a poisonous light.

"Yo, you dare to glare at me? It seems like if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how powerful I, Fanfan gang am!"

As he spoke, a Fanfan gang man raised the iron fan in her hand and swung it fiercely towards the young man's eyes. If she was. .h.i.t, then the young man's eye would definitely be broken.

"Young Lord!"

Uncle Zhao and the others could not help but let out cries of grief and indignation, but their bodies were already powerless to struggle, unable to get up.

The wind was about to shatter the youth's eyes.

"Chi …"

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared at this moment.

This lightning bolt was extremely sharp and actually reached a length of several meters. Its speed was extremely quick as it shot towards the person who had just attacked …

"Puchi …"

Although this person's expression changed greatly, and his figure flashed rapidly in an attempt to dodge, the speed of this lightning had already instantly spread out, accompanied by a ripping sound.

Instantly, the man's body was ripped into two halves …

"Who is it!?"

This sudden attack instantly caused everyone in the Fanfan gang to involuntarily let out an exclamation.

"Young master, are you alright?"

At this time, the Uncle Zhao hurriedly hugged the young man in his arms. The rest of the people also tried their best to protect the young man as they revealed looks of antic.i.p.ation.

Following the startled cry of the Fanfan gang, a person also floated down.

This person wore a black battle robe and had a calm face. He did not look older than sixteen or seventeen years old. His appearance was delicate and pretty, without any strong appearance. However, his pair of eyes were sparkling and deep like two stars.

This man was Qin Feng, who had just walked out of death desert.

"We are from the Fanfan gang, we are here to settle private matters, who are you?"

Looking at Qin Feng, the people from the Fanfan gang were obviously fearful.

Especially that lightning bolt from a moment ago, it had forcefully killed one of them. Such a move made them especially fearful.

"Wu, people pa.s.sing by …"

Qin Feng glanced at the crowd before s.h.i.+fting his attention back onto the young man as he spoke.

"Anyone who pa.s.ses by who dares to discipline my Fanfan gang, scram now. Otherwise, the consequences will be unbearable for you!"

Seeing that Qin Feng was still young, a disciple of the Fanfan gang sect immediately roared out in rage.