Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 139 - 82: Killing Really Solves Problems; Long Xueyi Pays a Visit (2)

Chapter 139: Chapter 82: Killing Really Solves Problems; Long Xueyi Pays a Visit (2)

For a moment, Yang Lianzhao was a bit uncertain and suspicious.

Apart from this young man, the others seemed to be quite calm as well.

"Tie him up! If he dares to resist, kill him on the spot!"

Su Guangwen and Peng Mingjie exchanged glances and closed in on Yang Lianzhao. They knew Wei Fan was trying to provoke Yang Lianzhao into acting, so they would have a reason to kill him on the spot.

In the Mist Rain Pavilion, the expressions of all the onlookers became lively.

It seemed like these few people really intended to capture Yang Lianzhao, the Celestial Martial Artist.

Not to mention whether Yang Lianzhao would resist, capturing him and taking him to the Demon Suppression Bureau without solid backing wouldn’t work; Yang Lianzhao had connections with some of the Captains in the Bureau.

How could they just torture Yang Lianzhao merely on suspicion?

"Alright, alright! So you’re forcing me, huh? Hurt you, see who will back you up, using false authority without authorization to try to catch me?"

A noble Celestial Martial Artist subdued by a few Demon Suppression Guards with no warrant? If that were the case, Yang Lianzhao could never hold his head up in Su City again.

The few Demon Suppression Guards broke the rules first. As long as he didn’t kill them, it wouldn’t be a big issue. With his connections, not only would it not be a problem, but these Guards would also be in trouble.

At this thought, aura surged from Yang Lianzhao’s body, and fluctuations of the Power of Heaven and Earth emerged around him.

"How bold, daring to resist!"

A cold voice came, and Yang Lianzhao looked up, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

The young man, stepping on his son, had appeared within one meter ahead without him noticing and was striking down with a palm.

"You’re not an ordinary Demon Suppression Guard?"

Not to mention a Guard, even some Captains couldn’t approach him without a sound.

This ghostly speed showed no fluctuation of the Power of Heaven and Earth at all.

Boom!

The palm strike came down like a landslide.

Yang Lianzhao raised his hand to block, but the terrifying force directly dissipated the True Power in his hand, his arm easily snapped. Then, the unstoppable palm struck onto his head.

Puff!

The formidable body of a Celestial Martial Artist was of no use at all, Yang Lianzhao’s head was directly smashed into his chest, leaving only some strands of hair visible outside.

After trembling a few times, the "headless" body crashed backward, and a large amount of blood began to flow out.

A gasp...

The entire Mist Rain Pavilion echoed with the sound of sucking in air.

The show they had anticipated started and ended in such a manner.

Celestial Martial Artist Yang Lianzhao was slapped to death by that young man, with his head driven into his chest.

Hu Qing turned her head, unable to bear witnessing it. She knew it would end like this.

However, it seemed that killing indeed could solve problems.

"Father..."

Yang Feng let out a grief-stricken cry, as his Celestial Martial Artist father was killed just like that.

Not an ordinary Demon Suppression Guard, even the Bureau’s Captains could barely kill a Second Layer Celestial Human Martial Artist with one move.

Luo Song, beside him, was trembling in fear.

They really had hit a hard rock, such dominant stance and overbearing methods, surely not a small character in the Demon Suppression Guard.

"Wei Fan! It’s Wei Fan!"

Throughout the Demon Suppression Bureau, with such combat power, yet not a Captain, it could only be that monstrous Wei Fan who practices Horizontal Cultivation of Innate.

"Do you want to resist?"

After slapping Yang Lianzhao to death, Wei Fan coldly looked at the people who came with Yang Lianzhao.

"No... we don’t dare!"

Those people were already frightened senseless, immediately squatting in terror with their hands holding their heads.

They wouldn’t resist unless they had a death wish, after seeing Yang Lianzhao was not even their match.

"Tie them all up!"

Ning Xuan and his people swarmed forward like wolves and tigers, controlling the five or six people who came with Yang Lianzhao.

"The cost of drinking this wine was a bit steep; it cost you your father!"

Yang Feng was ashen, not daring to even look at Wei Fan.

From Luo Song’s words, he already knew whom he had offended.

The cost was indeed steep; losing his Celestial Martial Artist father, soon he himself would likely be gone.

With Wei Fan’s status in the Demon Suppression Bureau, killing him would be just for fun.

"Settle the bill!"

The manager of the Mist Rain Pavilion came over, face pale.

Because he was the one who had sent someone to notify Yang Lianzhao, he hadn’t expected it would result in Yang Lianzhao’s death.

Even Wei Fan wasn’t omniscient, and naturally, he didn’t know it was the manager who had notified Yang Lianzhao.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn’t care. He tied up Yang Feng and his people and left them there, intending to lure the experts from Yang Feng’s family to solve the problem for Hu Qing once and for all.

Handing over the money to the trembling manager of the Mist Rain Pavilion, Ning Xuan and the others escorted Yang Feng and his people out of the building.

"The Bibo Building has fallen!"

"Didn’t expect he was Wei Fan, the one who practices Horizontal Cultivation of Innate. No wonder he’s so confident."

"This guy is as ruthless as the rumors say. For such a trivial matter, he killed a Celestial Martial Artist."

...

Only after Wei Fan and his people left did the quiet Mist Rain Pavilion buzz with discussion.

"Ning Xuan, save me!"

Luo Song looked to Ning Xuan for help.

He wasn’t very familiar with Ning Xuan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have disregarded Ning Xuan’s face and been sarcastic before. But now, to save his own life, he was willing to beg, even kneel and kowtow.

Ning Xuan looked back expressionlessly: "Get lost. I spoke nicely to you before, and you didn’t listen. Are you satisfied now?"

Luo Song was ashen, resenting Yang Feng deeply in his heart for causing trouble for Hu Qing, which led them to Wei Fan.

"Take this waist token and have the people from the Great Prison give them a proper interrogation. Tell them Hu Qing is my friend!"

Arriving at the Demon Suppression Bureau, Wei Fan this time took out a Demon Hunter’s waist token.

Except for not wielding power and not commanding troops, a Demon Hunter’s status in the Bureau was no lower than, and even higher than, a Captain’s.