One thousand five hundred thirteen, revenge
"Ah!" The young city lord let out a scream like a pig.
Everyone in the City Lord's Mansion wanted to rush over, but they were afraid of Zhan Yihan. They could not see through Zhan Yihan's cultivation at all, but they knew from the pressure that Zhan Yihan had just released that his strength was definitely not something they could compete with.
Everyone looked at each other, constantly exchanging their eyes, discussing whether they would rush up to help.
Aya drew her sword and stabbed her hard again. She wanted to let the young city lord get rid of the troubles in order to relieve the hatred in her heart.
"Ah!" The young city lord let out a shrill scream again.
Just when Aya wanted to draw out the long sword for the third time, a roar came from the sky, "Stop it!"
A glimmer of hope flashed in the young city lord's desperate eyes. His father was here and he was saved.
When the people from the City Lord's Mansion saw the city lord coming, they no longer hesitated and rushed towards Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan. They didn't know who was better than the City Lord or Zhan Yihan, but since the City Lord was here, they could no longer stand by and watch.
The city lord fell from the sky, Leng Rui's eyes stared at Aya like a sword, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "You dare to hurt my son, you are looking for death!" This sea area is a forbidden flying area, but he is the city lord of Yuhai City, so he has the power to fly.
There was a hint of unwillingness in Aya's eyes. She gritted her teeth, pulled out the sword with force, and then used all her strength to stab the young city lord in the heart. Even if she would die in the next moment, as long as she could help her father revenge, she would be willing.
The long sword pierced into the heart of the young city lord.
The young city lord stared with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide with pain in his face to breathe, but at this moment he felt cold all over and the vitality in his body was passing by quickly. Is he going to die?
The city lord never expected that Aya would dare to attack in front of him.
"Bastard! Go and die!" The city lord roared angrily, and the powerful pressure pressed towards Aya like a mountain. No matter who the other party was, if he dared to hurt his son, he would make the other party pay a heavy price. He wanted to crush this girl's bones and ashes, so that her soul would never have the chance to reincarnate again.
Seeing that the young city lord had no breath, Aya raised a relief smile on her face and slowly closed her eyes. Dad, I finally avenged you. Even if she was about to die, she would have no regrets.
A stronger pressure blocked the city lord's pressure and at the same time shocked the city lord to retreat a few steps.
The city lord kept his foot steady and looked at Zhan Yihan in horror, who blocked his pressure. "Who are you?" When did there be such a strong man in Yuhai City?
"You don't deserve to know." Zhan Yihan said in a low voice.
The city lord gritted his teeth angrily, looked at his subordinates who were lying all over the ground by Su Jinyue's talisman not far away, cursed in his heart, and rushed towards Zhan Yihan. The other party's strength was strong, but he was not sure he would be defeated. And he must have killed his son's female cultivator today.
Zhan Yihan naturally would not look at the city lord, and did not even use his weapons to face the opponent's attack. Such a person is not worthy of being the city lord at all. Today he will do one good deed every day to destroy the opponent.
"Boom!" The city lord was slapped away by Zhan Yihan's palm and landed heavily on the ground. His eyes showed disbelief. He couldn't even pass a move in the other party's hand. What kind of existence did his son provoke?
Chapter completed!