Immortal Emperor's Life As A Son-in-law

C98 You Don't Deserve to Know



C98 You Don't Deserve to Know

"You, you..." The two who rushed out stopped in their tracks.    

    

Looking at the companion who had been beaten into a dried corpse, his heart trembled. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was a little dry.    

    

Xiao Chen acted as if nothing had happened. He twisted his finger and a strand of murderous aura was pulled out, floating in his palm.    

    

"Don't worry, everyone has a share. I'll choose you next!"    

    

Xiao Chen's eyes shifted, and he suddenly swept his gaze towards the face of the person on the right.    

    

With a wave of his palm, a wisp of black Qi that was suspended in his palm flew out at the same time, and it was as fast as lightning.    

    

That person's eyes twitched, and he immediately dodged. However, the black Qi was like a pair of eyes that were closely chasing after him, and it was getting closer and closer.    

    

The man's heart sank. He suddenly twisted his body and slashed at the mass of black gas with his sword.    

    

With a whoosh, the black gas instantly split into two halves under the blade of the sword.    

    

Seeing that the attack was effective, the man did not hesitate any longer. The sword shadows overlapped wildly and cut the cloud of black gas into pieces.    

    

Golden light spread out. After a few swishes, the black gas finally disappeared without a trace under his continuous attacks.    

    

"Phew." The man let out a heavy sigh. He fixed his eyes on Xiao Chen's face. He said disdainfully, "I thought you had a big deal, but it's just a small trick."    

    

Then he gave his other two companions a look. The three of them spread out their movement techniques and rushed towards Xiao Chen separately.    

    

"Controlling this thing consumes a lot of soul energy, but after this try... I have a rough understanding of this thing. As expected... Without the seed of evil energy, just by relying on the corpse evil spirit in the gourd... We can only kill one Outer Astral."    

    

Xiao Chen didn't even look at the three of them, he was just summarizing his experience in controlling these corpse evil spirit.    

    

The bright golden light was closing in on him at this moment.    

    

Looking at the figure that was enveloped by the sword shadow, Conghu heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

"Yes, that's right. Kill him. It would be best if he was cut into eight pieces!" Conghu clenched his palm and shouted while gnashing his teeth in anger.    

    

The people from the Muh family frowned, but they didn't have the time to pay attention to Conghu.    

    

The three of them exerted their strength with both hands. Sword shadows fell from the sky and shouted in unison, "Die!"    

    

"I've already said it before. You can't kill me with just your strength." Xiao Chen finally raised his head.    

    

With a turn of his hand seal, the fog around him moved and formed a barrier around him, hiding him.    

    

Pop! Pop! Pop! Three consecutive sounds rang out as the black mist was stirred up by the sword shadows, creating a huge "wave."    

    

At the same time, a few cracks appeared on the barrier.    

    

The sword shadows danced in the center of the three people, stabbing wildly.    

    

Unfortunately, in the dispersed fog, Xiao Chen's shadow was no longer there.    

    

"Be careful, that guy is gone!"    

    

"Are you looking for me?"    

    

One of them noticed the situation inside and quickly said to his companion. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind.    

    

He suddenly turned his head, and his back suddenly hurt. At the same time, his neck also suddenly tightened.    

    

Immediately after that, he heard a puchi sound. Along with that sound, a dense coldness spread out in his chest at the same time.    

    

This person looked at his own chest in disbelief and then looked at his companion who was still holding the sword hilt in front of him. However, his final scream did not come out and he suddenly closed his eyes.    

    

Xiao Chen stuck his head out from behind the corpse and looked at the figure who was still holding the sword hilt in front of the corpse and was lost in thought. He hooked his mouth and laughed.    

    

He said lightly, "Poor thing. Who would have thought that he would die at the hands of his own people?"    

    

As he spoke, Xiao Chen moved his arm and pulled the corpse out from the sword edge. He threw it into the pile of corpse evil spirit.    

    

With a loud clang, the man from the Muh family who had killed his companion clenched his teeth and raised his head.    

    

"Xiao Chen, you bastard! I will shred you into a thousand pieces!"    

    

"What's the use of shouting?!" Xiao Chen calmly took out a tissue, wiped his hands, and said with disdain.    

    

That man threw away the blood of his companion, held his sword, and charged at Xiao Chen.    

    

Unfortunately, Xiao Chen disappeared from his sight once again.    

    

The floating corpse evil spirit covered his eyes, and he could only feel the strong wind around him.    

    

He barely turned his head, and the pain spread from his waist. He turned his head and looked at the short sword that was tied to his waist. This person widened his eyes in confusion.    

    

"You don't need to thank me. At least if this continues, you can tell that companion of yours. You also died under his sword, although it was not fair. But he might not hate you that much anymore. " Xiao Chen twisted his body with force and stuffed the sword hilt into the man's stomach.    

    

Ignoring the dead body, Xiao Chen finally recalled the corpse evil spirit.    

    

The last person from the Muh family finally pulled himself out from the corpse evil spirit. When he saw the dead body lying on the ground, his eyelids twitched.    

    

"You..."    

    

"Shut up. You can only say a few words after tossing and turning. You guys aren't tired, but I'm still annoyed by what I hear."    

    

Xiao Chen reached out and dug his ears. Before the man could finish, Xiao Chen interrupted him.    

    

After he finished speaking, he moved his movement technique. Both of his palms flew in the air. The wild palm wind hit the man from the Muh family and crushed him.    

    

The rolling palm shadows covered the sky and covered the earth, gradually burying the sword shadows of the man from the Muh family.    

    

"Wu!" A muffled groan was heard. After the fierce wind passed, a staggering figure stepped out from the eye of the wind.    

    

The arm that was waving the sword was like a broken branch hanging on the side of his body. There was only panic on his pale face.    

    

"You... who are you? In the mortal world, how can there be a height like you, tall..."    

    

Before he could finish his words, the man's throat moved and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.    

    

He rolled his eyes, and in the end, the man from the Muh family also fell to the ground, motionless.    

    

"You don't deserve to know!" With a cold snort, Xiao Chen turned his head and looked at Conghu.    

    

Shock and fear couldn't describe Conghu's current feelings.    

    

Looking at the towering figure, Conghu only had one thought in his mind, and that was - Run!    

    

Without thinking, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the main gate.    

    

"What? You haven't even finished the last scene, yet you're in such a hurry to leave? Are you looking down on me, the audience?"    

    

Xiao Chen stood there without moving. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Conghu's back in a panic and said with a faint smile.    

    

His body trembled. At that moment, Conghu's steps suddenly seemed to be filled with lead.    

    

He turned his head stiffly and tried to squeeze out a smile. However, the expression on his face was uglier than crying.    

    

"You, you want to see, what do you want to see?"    

    

"What do you think?" Xiao Chen was calm and composed. He picked up a chair and casually sat down.    

    

Conghu could not help swallowing his saliva. He looked at the corpses on the ground and then looked at Xiao Chen.    

    

In the end, he stopped walking. He held the short knife and looked in Jiang Loong's direction. He walked over.    

    

Jiang Loong finally let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly raised his voice to his throat again.    

    

He didn't want to die yet! But it took him a lot of effort to sit up. How could he be a match for Conghu now?    

    

There was only one hope, and that was Xiao Chen.    

    

"Hero, you like to watch movies. I am willing to give you a theater and buy you a movie theater. Please save my life!"    

    


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