CHAPTER 1109: CHAPTER 1109: DIE, YOU NOBODY!

"Hahaha..."

A long laugh echoed from outside the hall, as deafening as Thunder, causing the entire hall to rumble and almost shake.

Everyone was shocked and turned pale; it was like the appearance of a god or demon—far too terrifying. Could a Martial Arts master achieve such a feat?

Even Ying Jiateng slightly changed his expression.

Only Xiao Zheng remained eternally calm.

Boom!

Suddenly, at this moment, the hall’s roof collapsed with a thunderous crash. Amidst the billowing dust, a figure with hands behind his back, looking indifferent, descended step by step from above.

He was like a Demon God emerging from Hell, tall in stature, indifferent in expression, with long hair wildly dancing like dragons roaring across the sky. Upon entering the hall, even the space seemed to tremble.

The crowd was terrified, raising their heads to look.

And then, shockingly, they discovered a footprint-shaped gap in the hall roof; evidently, the roof had been stomped open by him.

Thump, thump.

As this person walked, it seemed as though there was a ceremonial drum pounding in the void, producing heart-stopping sounds.

Breaking through the sturdy rooftop, walking in the air like a divinity or demon—Zheng Shenyou’s dramatic entrance truly shook everyone.

Even Ying Jiateng changed color, showing an incredibly solemn expression, staring fixedly at Zheng Shenyou.

Zheng Shenyou slowly descended step by step from the air, landing onto the ground, his icy gaze like lightning sweeping over the crowd, finally resting on Hong Sanquan’s face.

"Brother Hong, we finally meet again." He spoke coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes blatantly obvious.

Hong Sanquan was truly taken aback by Zheng Shenyou; he had thought Zheng Shenyou was fearful, but hadn’t expected him to be this terrifying!

Walking in the air!

This was beyond the understanding of common sense.

Could Ying Jiateng, who was known as a decisive contender, handle such a dreadful opponent?

"Haha, Brother Zheng, it’s been a long time." Hong Sanquan secretly wiped away cold sweat, laughing obsequiously: "After going through such drastic changes back then, I didn’t expect you to soar high again and achieve such brilliant accomplishments, making us utterly impressed."

If possible, Hong Sanquan still hoped to resolve the crisis through words.

After all, back then it was just about not lending Zheng Shenyou money, which didn’t seem like a deep feud.

"You still dare to bring up that matter!" Upon hearing this, Zheng Shenyou burst out with unmatched killing aura, his face turning ghastly.

"Had you lent me some money back then, how could my family have been completely slaughtered? I treated you as a brother, but you treated me like a dog!" Zheng Shenyou said through gritted teeth: "This hatred cannot be cleansed even with all the waters of the world."

Clearly, that incident had left him with painful memories, and the hatred remained intense even now.

Hong Sanquan’s heart raced with fear, hastily explaining: "Brother Zheng, you misunderstood me! I did lend you money many times back then, but if it continued like that, when would you stop gambling? That vice was a bottomless pit! My sole intention was to have you quit gambling."

After expressing his rage and savagery, Zheng Shenyou quickly restored his calm, now sneering coldly: "Heh, what lofty words, but they mean nothing to me! Hmph, I will take revenge on everyone who harmed me back then, one by one!"

At this point, Hong Wuxing stepped forward, his voice coldly rebuking: "Zheng Shenyou, my son’s actions were flawless; humph, back then you were already a gambling addict, and your family was ruinous because of you, yet you blame others—shameless!"

"You old fool, what did you say?" Zheng Shenyou’s anger was instantly ignited; evidently this touched upon something deep within him, roaring: "Dare you repeat, and I’ll tear you apart alive!"

Hong Wuxing, who had dominated the Hong Family for so many years, was evidently a determined person; now sneeringly retorted: "Don’t think that with a little martial arts learned overseas, you can lord over us. You’ve killed so many, you’ll be punished sooner or later."

Hong Sanquan inwardly thought something wasn’t right; Hong Wuxing’s words were clearly provoking Zheng Shenyou, leaving no room for retreat.

Hong Wuxing glanced at Hong Sanquan, seemingly understanding Hong Sanquan’s thoughts, and coldly chuckled: "Son, your good friend is now insane; no matter how you try to persuade him, he won’t change his mind. So why bother debating?"

"Good, good, good."

Zheng Shenyou coldly laughed: "Indeed, the old master of the Hong Family is hard-hearted; hopefully you’ll maintain this posture later!"

Ying Jiateng, who hadn’t spoken since Zheng Shenyou entered, now saw Zheng Shenyou completely at odds with the Hong Family, and sternly said: "The old master can certainly remain fierce his entire life, but you’re doomed to be fierce only one last night."

At this moment, Zheng Shenyou turned his gaze to Ying Jiateng, assessing him up and down, then spoke to Hong Wuxing: "Is this the expert invited by your Hong Family?"

Hong Wuxing puffed his chest with pride: "Indeed! But, I suppose you’ve long been ignorant in foreign lands, not knowing who this expert is."

Even though Ying Jiateng had just displayed such a terrifying attitude, Hong Wuxing maintained his full confidence because the power Ying Jiateng showed when invited was even more astonishing.

"Heh, nameless junior, not worth my attention." Zheng Shenyou merely chuckled softly.

Since entering, Zheng Shenyou hadn’t even looked at Ying Jiateng, completely dismissing him.

Now he even called Ying Jiateng a nameless junior, instantly enraging Ying Jiateng, who laughed angrily: "Well then, let this nameless junior offer you a taste of superior skills."

Zheng Shenyou nodded nonchalantly: "Alright then, I’ll kill you as an appetizer."

"Such big talk!"

Ying Jiateng sneered coldly, then his eyes suddenly gleamed with a chilling light as he charged at Zheng Shenyou. Even halfway through, his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, which was Gang Qi.

In that instant, his finger trembled rapidly, causing the whole space to shake; in that high-frequency vibration, it seemed to contain immense energy.

"Absolute Heavenly Divine Finger!"

Ying Jiateng shouted furiously, then unleashed his attack, directing two fingers to pierce towards Zheng Shenyou’s throat.