Feng Chunyu Takes Action, Even Immortals Cannot Save Him

The man in the gray shirt's expression changed when he noticed Jiang Cheng driving away.

If this kid really gets away, where will he put his face?

Seeing that even the exhaust fumes were almost gone, the man in the gray shirt gave Tang Meng a deep look.

With a flash, he chased after Jiang Cheng.

If he weren't afraid of wasting time, he would have killed this troublesome little girl first!

Once the gray-shirted man's figure disappeared,

Tang Meng breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to Lu Ming.

Are you alright?

"I... I'm fine."

Lu Ming stared at Tang Meng, slightly lost in thought, nodding and then shaking his head.

Is this guy an idiot?

Tang Meng didn't have time to think much before she was about to call Jiang Ruoxue, only to find that her phone was out of battery.

With a worried look on his face, he asked, "What should we do now?"

"Young Master Jiang just lured that person away, and we don't know how things are going. We can't contact Sister Ruoxue right now."

Oh right, I almost forgot that Brother Cheng is still being hunted down!

Upon hearing Tang Meng's words, Lu Ming stood up abruptly.

He started to speak while rummaging through his clothes.

"I... I have a cell phone."

Upon hearing this, Tang Meng was overjoyed, but then noticed that Lu Ming hadn't taken it out for a long time.

"Uh, I think I left it in the car."

Lu Ming gave an awkward laugh.

The two stared at each other, and silence fell over the room.

Tang Meng glanced at A Long and Tang Xiaodao lying on the ground and sighed.

"Let's think of a way to save them first."

At the same time, Jiang Cheng was observing the rearview mirror.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man in the gray shirt catching up.

It seems that Lu Ming and the others are safe.

The next second, a loud bang was heard from the roof of the car, and the windshield cracked like a spider web.

"Damn, that was fast."

With his view obstructed, Jiang Cheng had no choice but to stop the car.

"Why did you stop running?"

The man in the gray shirt gave a cold laugh.

Jiang Cheng calmly straightened his clothes and smiled.

"Why run? You're not going to kill me, at least not right now, are you?"

If what he had just guessed was now a guess, then the gray-shirted man's actions confirmed his suspicions.

If a grandmaster really wanted to die, he would already be dead.

But the man in the gray shirt only wanted to force him to stop.

There was only one explanation: Feng Hui had given the order.

I don't want him to die so easily, or rather, I want to use him to achieve some purpose.

You're right.

The man in the gray shirt remained silent for a moment before speaking, clearly speechless at Jiang Cheng's antics.

You guessed it all! Don't you know that makes me look really stupid?

"However... I won't kill you, but I can cripple your limbs."

Jiang Cheng:...

This is so careless!

Just as the man in the gray shirt was about to make a move, an old figure blocked Jiang Cheng's path.

"The Feng Family is still the same as before."

"Who are you?"

The man in the gray shirt squinted, sizing up the old man in front of him.

He could sense that the person in front of him was at the same level as him, Mid Grandmaster.

But something was subtly different, even giving him a sense of oppression.

"I'm just an old man."

Feng Lao spoke calmly, then turned his gaze to Jiang Cheng.

"You go to the side first."

At this moment, Jiang Cheng also recognized the old man in front of him.

The Security Guard Grandpa at the entrance of Qingshan Mental Hospital.

He was even impressed with his own judgment; this old man was actually a real expert!

Otherwise, the man in the gray shirt wouldn't have been so wary of him.

"Yes, senior."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"You want to protect him?"

The man in the gray shirt narrowed his eyes and threatened,

"Although you are a grandmaster, you will not have a good end if you go against my Feng Family."

"This kid is destined to be with me, so I can't just sit idly by."

Feng Lao chuckled softly, a murderous glint appearing in his eyes.

"As for the Feng Family, so what if they oppose us? They're getting old, so they have to take charge of things."

The man in the gray shirt laughed angrily, "What arrogance!"

"In that case, let's get started."

After saying that, the man in gray took the initiative and, without any fancy moves, threw a punch at Feng Lao.

He didn't believe the old man could handle someone at the same level.

In the blink of an eye, their fists collided.

The gray-shirted man felt his blood surge and staggered back three steps, clearly demonstrating the difference in their abilities!

"How is that possible? This old man's vital energy is clearly already declining..."

The man in the gray shirt grunted, his eyes filled with apprehension.

He gritted his teeth and continued his attack.

After several dozen more moves, the man in gray realized something was wrong and said in disbelief,

"Cloud Stacking Palm, Dragon Roaming Steps, you are Feng Chunyu."

"You're still alive?!"

Feng Lao neither spoke nor denied it, but increased the force in his hand.

Is this an implicit admission?

The man in the gray shirt couldn't hide his shock and felt a desire to back down.

Although the old man in front of him was very different from the Feng Chunyu he remembered.

It was so big that he couldn't believe it was the same person!

But the Cloud Stacking Palm and the Dragon Roaming Steps don't lie.

This old man was the number one young person in the entire Southwest back then, and the youngest grandmaster.

If he hadn't killed the Second Master, he wouldn't have been hunted down by the Feng Family.

He is now at least at the half-step Gang Jin, capable of becoming a figure with profound knowledge and skills in various schools.

"No, this matter must be reported back."

The man in the gray shirt lost his will to fight and wanted to leave.

The next second, he received a solid slap to the chest.

I felt as if my internal organs were being shredded by layer upon layer of energy.

The heart meridians were completely severed, and there was no chance of survival!

"He's dead?"

Jiang Cheng, standing to the side, was both surprised and relieved.

Just as he was about to step forward to express his gratitude, Feng Lao coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng stepped forward Feng Lao sit down, then asked.

At that moment, an urgent voice rang out, "Jiang Cheng."

Upon hearing Shen Xiyue's voice, Jiang Cheng looked up.

In an instant, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

"I'm fine, thanks to this senior."

Seeing Shen Xiyue's anxious expression, Jiang Cheng comforted her.

At this moment, Feng Chunyu was completely dumbfounded.

If he wasn't mistaken, this young girl arrived on the wind—isn't that a skill only Grandmaster possesses?

For a moment, he even forgot about his injuries, swallowed hard, and said...

"Young lady, you're Grandmaster?!"

Shen Xiyue glanced at Feng Chunyu.

He nodded, considering that he had saved Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng wasn't surprised.

Back in Lingnan, under his strict discipline, Shen Xiyue had already confessed everything honestly.

He was startled at first, but quickly accepted it.

After all, even Qin Yan, the leading Heroine, has become his woman, so what else is unacceptable?

"Xiyue, quickly check on how Senior is doing?"

"I'm dying."

Shen Xiyue spoke calmly, then added after a moment's thought.

"Even a god couldn't save him."

Jiang Cheng wanted to say something more, but then Feng Chunyu give a bitter laugh.

"Young friend, there's no need to make things difficult for you, senior. That's indeed the case."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng's expression became complicated, and he hesitated to speak.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, young friend; these are all old injuries."

Seemingly sensing Jiang Cheng's self-reproach, Feng Chunyu waved his hand dismissively.

"Even if he doesn't make a move this time, he won't live for more than a few years."

"Speaking of which, I should thank you for allowing me to witness the Grandmaster's prowess..."