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Name:Legend of the Asura Author:
The Nangong sisters cried out in alarm and the blood domain around Xue Yu trembled. Many people's reactions were filled with fear and unbearable, but none of them dared to say anything because they were afraid that if they angered the Shura, they would be the next to cry without a trace of blood. Who would dare to touch a person who was subjected to such inhumane humiliation without fear of being punished by the system?

Only Feng Yao, whose heart was usually gentle like water, was strangely quiet in the face of this situation. There was no trace of pity or reproach in those blurry eyes, as if everything should be … It wasn't even enough.

Sobbing Blood Crazed Blade took a deep breath, and said with a low voice: "If our Young Master has offended you in any way, I apologize to you on his behalf, please let our Young Master go first … …" "Bullying the weak is not what a man should be talking about."

"Bullying the weak!?" Crazy Sobbing Blood Saber never thought that these words would completely ignite his anger. Feng Xiao retracted his Asura Thrust, and kicked Sobbing Blood Wuming's head, causing his body to fly out, smashing into the surrounding barrier, causing blood to flow out. The corpse slowly fell onto the barrier, and was quickly taken away by a white light.

"What Blood Weeping Reincarnation, my ass!" Get lost! "

The extremely disdainful voice pierced through their hearts like a poisonous arrow, causing the hundreds of faces in the audience to turn extremely ugly as they cried out. Sobbing Blood Berserk Blade did not dare to look straight into that sinister gaze. He grit his teeth and roared: "Let's go!"

The white light flashed repeatedly, and the crowd in front of the stage quickly disappeared. Since their leader had been humiliated, they no longer had the face to continue staying in this competition arena.

"Humph!"

The entire arena became eerily quiet, and only the faint snort before the Asura disappeared seemed to have a great magic to it, echoing in the ears for a long time.

One minute later, a post with a very high chance of being clicked on appeared on Samsara's forums: "Weeping Blood, the first player in Samsara to be kicked to death."

Long Wei stood up after watching the competition with a calm expression. His eyebrows shot up, "Go investigate if there are any grievances between the Asura and the Beiming Clan."

"Very difficult." Uncle Wang answered truthfully. They didn't even know the true identity of the Shura. It was indeed hard to find out. Perhaps the only way to get to him was to find out all the possible enemies of the Beiming family.

"Try your best." Long Wei waved his hand helplessly. The world of reincarnation was beyond his control.

….

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound of things being smashed apart and the wild beast's roar made the Beiming family's servant frightened, and he didn't even dare to breathe. A man with a calm face stood beside a middle-aged man without any expression, looking at the young master desperately throwing things away like a madman, but his heart was far less calm than he looked on the surface.

"Enough!" The dignified middle-aged man finally spoke. Although his voice wasn't loud, his deep voice carried a faint amount of coercion and irresistibility. His name was Beiming Tang, the previous generation's head of Beiming Clan. Because he didn't like to be surrounded by household chores, he had already entrusted everything to his son.

This simple sentence made Beiming Cong Yun's body tremble, and he slowly sat down on the ground, gasping heavily. His eyes flashed with a venomous light.

Beiming Tang stood up slowly and walked in front of him. He looked at his son with an expressionless face, whose hair was disheveled and temperament completely gone. Disappointment and lament flashed in his eyes as he raised his right hand high up in the air.

Pow!

Darknorth Berserker Blade was shocked, but he couldn't resist moving forward to say something. Growing up with Beiming Chuyun, this was the first time he saw him being slapped by his father.

This slap also stunned Beiming Cong Yun. It took him a long time to turn back and look at his father, who was covered in dark clouds.

"Look at you now!" A Shura in the game can make you into such a state, what qualifications do you have to inherit my Beiming family's head! The Shura was right, you are a piece of trash! We of Darknorth Hall do not have a son like you! " Beiming Tang's chest was heaving with anger, and his tightly clenched fists made popping sounds.

His father's voice was like a thunderclap that struck his ears. His eyes finally focused, and looking at his father's red eyes that were filled with anger and extreme disappointment, he suddenly roared, "I'm not a trash! I am not a piece of trash! "

"Not trash!? Then stand up and defeat the person who humiliated you with your own ability! Instead of venting like a dog that has been beaten to a pulp, here! "

… ….

A crippled dog... These words from his father made Beiming Chong Yun feel as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of steel needles.

Propping himself up from the ground, he struggled to stand up. Several pieces of sharp glass entered his palm, slicing out deep wounds that bled profusely. However, he seemed to be unaware of them. The look in her eyes and voice was so calm that it made people uneasy. "Rest assured, I, Beiming Chong Yun, will definitely get back the humiliation of today thousands of times."

His eyes at the moment made Beiming Tang feel as if he was looking at a wild wolf that was ready to pounce. He patted his shoulder in satisfaction, turned around and said, "Kuang Dao, bring Chong Er to bandage now."

Darknorth Berserker Blade quickly answered and rushed over to support his arm. From the moment Beiming Chong Yun stood up, he felt that he had changed … From being frivolous and flamboyant, to accumulating the power to endure and change ruthlessly.

… ….

After recklessly venting, Feng Xiao's mood immediately became a lot better, and the hatred in his heart also slightly dissipated. After accompanying Shui Ruo Rou for a while, he walked out of the hall and leaned against a thick looking hall pillar to look at Chen Bing'er who was by the side of the pool. The water, which had been boiling with soft heat, was covered with a thick layer of ice as she approached.

"Thinking about your sister, Bing'er?" Feng Yao walked up to his side and lightly leaned on his body. For the entire afternoon, they didn't mention what had happened at the Martial Competition as if they shared a mutual understanding.

Feng Xiao slightly smiled, and didn't deny it, "Is there really no way to save the relationship between Bing'er and her father?"

Feng Yao was silent for a while, then she looked at the ice sculpture beauty beside the pond: "Her hatred for her father has been deep-rooted for so many years, wanting to change it, is too difficult, moreover …" She looked at him and gave a gentle smile. "Is there a man that she can rely on even more than elder brother? If there really is someone who can melt the ice between her and her father, then that person must be Big Brother. "

This answer did not surprise Feng Xiao at all. Chen Bing'er could vaguely feel his attachment to her, and he had thought about what Feng Yao had said several times.

"What about Duanmu Yi? Confining her at home? " Feng Xiao asked another question, and he felt a little regretful that he had agreed to her ridiculous request. Once he brought her home, everything would be exposed.

"Big brother will take care of it." Feng Yao lightly kissed his face, then jogged away: "I'm going to go see little sister Rou."

"Sigh, a moth in flames... You should already have the awareness of being imprisoned by now. " Touching the traces of the fragrance on her face, Feng Xiao mumbled to himself, deciding Duanmu Yi's fate for a very long time in the future.

If they moved, then where would they go … How were they going to take back Yao'er and Ruo Ruo's days? Feng Xiao helplessly sighed. There were simply too many things that he had to face.

List of the top 16:

Morning1: Maple Leaf Frenzied VS Scarlet Flame Demon Flame, Hand of Small Blades VS Last Days, Soul Extinguisher VS Blood Weeping Berserk Blade, Avenger VS Demon Wolf Madman. Afternoon: Xiao Tian One Slash VS Ice, Universal Invincible Obedient VS Love Wind Yao Dream, Hate VS Scarlet Burning Sky, Sky Fury Cloud VS Shura.

Feng Xiao casually glanced at it. He had already guessed the names of the top thirty-two contestants when the list was announced. On the eighth day of the Martial Competition, the next day, the top sixteen contestants would be competing simultaneously in all the great battlefields around the world. In the morning, China will compete for the top 16 in the B region and the top 16 in the A region in the afternoon. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that the matches in the morning and afternoon were clearly not on the same level.

This list was not truly one of the top sixteen, Feng Xiao already had the correct strength and ranking.

After coaxing Rou Rou to sleep, Feng Xiao went offline. It was already past ten at night, and the two girls had already finished showering and went to sleep. The dinner on the table was still steaming.

"Tomorrow, perhaps there will be another member that should not have appeared … Forget it, let's just treat it as making up to her. After all, I might have ruined her entire life. "

After dinner, Feng Xiao stood on the balcony, his mind in a mess … Do we really have to move? Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really did not want to make such a choice. This was because there were too many memories in this small villa that he could not part with.

Feng Xiao leaped through the half-open window on the balcony into the two girls' room, landing without making any sound. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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