Feiboli Died
The room was in complete chaos.
Flames spun.
Invincible Wind Fire Wheels.
They wanted to grab Feiboli, but were afraid of getting flung by the spray.
The entire room was like squid rings.
Round after round, flung about.
For a time, the scene became a group of people trying to grab him, then squatting down whenever the spinning spray came at them.
Their mouths were filled with cries of "Aah, aah, aah!"
"My child, how did he suddenly end up like this?"
Aiven still dearly loved this second son of his.
He naturally knew how outstanding his son had once been.
He was still outstanding now.
Outstanding enough to fly.
"Su Yu, I want you dead!" Aiven was beside himself with rage.
On one hand, he did not quite dare touch the spinning Feiboli; on the other, he cursed incessantly.
Su Yu's scalp went numb.
This time, he had to give it a shot and stop him.
Otherwise, Feiboli was going to die.
That Half-Saint was truly a dog.
Such a powerful man, yet at this moment, he was hiding in the back.
Pretending to be injured?
There was even less need to mention everyone else.
After getting stained, they bent over there and retched!
Smythe had already hidden beneath the bed.
Now, Su Yu bore the main responsibility. He had to stop this.
Thus, Su Yu suddenly lunged forward, no longer caring about the disgust.
He immediately wrapped his arms around Feiboli.
But unexpectedly, the impact was truly enormous.
It seemed to combine with Feiboli's own aura.
The spinning of a pure martial artist.
When he grabbed him, it was like hugging a sports car whipping its tail through a drift.
He was flung away in an instant.
Not only that, because Su Yu broke the rotational