C163 Entering Berserk

Zhang Yu's casual words unintentionally stabbed at Zuo Feng's weak spot. Zuo Feng was most afraid that these people would resort to extreme methods to search for his sister's secrets.

However, based on the meaning behind Zhang Yu's words, he didn't even place his sister's life in his eyes. On the contrary, he was especially concerned about the secret on his sister. At this moment, all of Zuo Feng's negative emotions exploded, causing him to lose his mind.

Previously, when the beast soul inside his body had unleashed its power, Zuo Feng was already prepared, so he tried his best to calm himself down. Although the energy in his body was extremely violent, Zuo Feng could still barely rely on his willpower to control his body.

However, the loss of control of his emotions also made Zuo Feng's mind fall into madness. Zuo Feng's face began to twist as he lay on the ground. A strange shade of red appeared on his face, and he let out a low growl as his throat rolled.

Zhang Yu, who had been waiting for Zuo Feng's reply, suddenly froze. After nailing Zuo Feng to the ground, his entire body relaxed, but after seeing Zuo Feng's change, his heart couldn't help but jump up and down. This kind of tense feeling had almost never appeared ever since he broke through to the Refinement Realm.

Just when Zhang Yu was a little dazed, Zuo Feng's body suddenly started to violently tremble. The low roar in his throat also slowly became louder. In the end, it started to roll in all directions like muffled thunder. Even Ding Hao and Zuo Hou, who were a few miles away, subconsciously covered their ears. However, they still felt waves of stabbing pain in their ears.

At the same time as Zuo Feng's shout, the blood-red color in the whites of his eyes slowly deepened. In the end, it had actually turned completely black. Right now, Zuo Feng's eyes were pitch black, and there was no other color to be seen. One could not even see his pupils.

Zuo Feng's body, which had been nailed to the ground, twisted violently. However, because of the two short guns, he was still unable to break free even after struggling for a while. Seeing that Zuo Feng was unable to escape, even Zhang Yu, who had just started to feel a little uncomfortable, could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

Even he himself was amused by his earlier worries. Even if Zuo Feng was able to escape, he shouldn't be able to pose any threat to him. If that was the case, then there was no need to worry. Moreover, the short spear was stuck in the ground so firmly, so how could the other party escape?

Zuo Feng's chest was heaving up and down on the ground, and the gas that was spewing out of his mouth was also producing a small amount of mist. Zuo Feng gently lifted his head and looked at the short spear on his shoulders with those black eyes of his. Then, he slowly raised his left hand.

'Hmph, could it be that if he were to take out the short spear, I'll let you escape so easily? '

Zhang Yu sneered and muttered in her heart. However, the mocking expression on his face instantly froze, because the scene in front of him caused his eyes to widen in shock.

Zuo Feng didn't even try to grab the two to three inch long spear handle. Instead, he slammed his palm down onto the handle. The sound wasn't too loud, but Zhang Yu could clearly see the handle of the spear entering Zuo Feng's body, leaving behind an eye-catching bloody hole.

Before Zhang Yu could react, Zuo Feng quickly raised his other hand and used the same method to hit the other short spear.

"How, how is this possible?"

Zhang Yu was so shocked that her mouth was wide open. Her eyes were full of disbelief. Her lips opened and closed as she muttered to herself. Just now, he had used up all his cultivation to pierce the short spear so deeply into the ground. On the surface, his manor was made of bluestone, but in order to prevent others from digging a tunnel into the inner palace, he had poured a layer of molten metal onto the ground.

However, looking at Zuo Feng's light palm, it could actually knock the short spear down without a sound. This was much more difficult than using all of his strength to stab the spear into the ground. Just thinking about how terrifying the power required was, Zhang Yu could not help but feel a sense of dread.

While Zhang Yu was still in shock, Zuo Feng's body suddenly stood up straight. At this time, Zhang Yu was even more shocked because he didn't see Zuo Feng's body exert any strength, and neither did he see any energy fluctuations from his body.

What Zhang Yu didn't notice was that just now, Zuo Feng's finger had moved. He had used his ten fingers to lightly touch the ground, causing his body to stand up straight. If Zhang Yu hadn't noticed this slight movement, she would have been even more shocked.

After Zuo Feng stood up, he first slowly raised his palm and looked at the somewhat damaged gray boxing gloves. Zuo Feng then raised his other hand and clenched it tightly. With two cracking sounds, the glove broke into many pieces.

Then, he lowered his head to look at the conspicuous bloody hole on his shoulders. Strangely, not a single drop of blood came out. His shoulders shook slightly, and then he saw countless black threads stretching out from around the bloody hole. These threads were like living creatures as they intertwined with each other, and eventually covered the bloody hole up bit by bit.

During this process, 'chi chi' sounds continuously rang out from the bloody hole in his shoulder. In just a few blinks of an eye, the bloody hole had completely disappeared without leaving any wound on his skin.

Not only the bloody wound on his shoulder, but all the wounds on Zuo Feng's body, regardless of size, had undergone the same changes. Zhang Yu already felt a little afraid. If he had just smashed the short spear into the ground and easily crushed the glove, he could understand the explosive energy within Zuo Feng's body.

However, the ability to instantly heal his body was already beyond his comprehension. He was already in a state of deep shock.

After the wound was fully healed, Zuo Feng casually twisted his neck and body, and a series of cracking sounds came out from his body. After that, he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yu. The corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile.

This smile was ice-cold. It was so cold that it made people feel like they had been stripped naked and left in the snow. This smile was so vicious that it made people feel as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly. This smile was strange. Even though it was right in front of their eyes, it still felt unreal.

At this moment, Zhang Yu felt that the figure of the skinny Xiao standing opposite her was like an ancient beast. He even subconsciously took a few steps back. Zuo Feng did not release his aura, nor did he use the energy in his body. This was just the feeling he gave to Zhang Yu, and it caused her to feel the desire to retreat from the bottom of her heart.

Zuo Feng took a step forward, and Zhang Yu could only see him taking a step forward. His steps were extremely light, as if he was taking a stroll. However, his feet did not land on the ground. More accurately, just as his feet touched the ground, his entire body suddenly disappeared from her sight. Only a soft "pu" sound came from where he was just about to land.

Before Zhang Yu could react, he felt a sharp pain on the right side of his face and his face suddenly contorted. Fresh blood and three teeth flew out of his mouth, and along with the deformed head of his face, he twisted and turned to the side, continuing to stretch downwards. The neck, the body turned into a spinning wheel, spinning away to a distant place.

At this moment, a slim figure slowly appeared, maintaining the posture of waving his fist at the right side of where Zhang Yu was originally standing. Zuo Feng turned around and glanced at Zhang Yu with his black pupils. Then, his body disappeared from where he was. Only at this moment, a cloud of dust rose from where Zuo Feng had originally stepped.

After Zhang Yu's body fell to the ground, she continued to roll forward. While Zhang Yu was still in the midst of rolling, her body suddenly bent and distorted, and then suddenly flew away in another direction. The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the air.

The skinny Xiao's figure appeared again. No one could see the expression on his face, but his feet still maintained their forward kicking posture. However, at this moment, Zuo Feng's body turned even redder, and a faint trace of blood seeped out from the surface of his skin.

It was as if his body could no longer withstand the immense energy within, but there was no pain to be seen on his face. Zuo Feng raised his head to look at Zhang Yu, who was rolling and flying away again, then slowly lowered his foot. But in the next moment, his figure disappeared from where he stood.

The strange scene repeated itself over and over. Zhang Yu's body did not stop moving. Instead, she kept changing directions. Blood was flying in the air and Zuo Feng's figure was also appearing and disappearing at the same time. He would always catch Zhang Yu right in the middle of his attack.

At this time, Ding Hao and Zuo Hou, who were watching this strange battle from afar, were completely stunned by the scene before them. Some people even jumped over the high wall and snuck in, but they didn't notice at all.

This figure seemed to be level 5 or 6 Body Strengthening Stage, and climbing the wall that was a few meters tall was extremely difficult. If it were not for the rope and the other tools, it would have been impossible to climb over.

After Zhang Yu's body changed direction for the thirteenth time, he was not sent flying. Instead, he was thrown high into the air and landed heavily on the ground. Zuo Feng's skinny figure was standing beside him. He looked at Zhang Yu, who was covered in blood and flesh, but still had a weak aura.

Seeing that Zhang Yu wasn't dead yet. Zuo Feng grabbed Zhang Yu's arm once again. It seemed as if he didn't need any strength to pull her arm out. Then, his entire arm was pulled off. With a cruel smile on his face, Zuo Feng actually put the arm to his mouth and bit off a piece of it. As he chewed, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

As if the taste was not as good as he had imagined, Zuo Feng slightly frowned as he looked at Zhang Yu who was on the ground. Then, he slowly lifted his foot and stomped down ferociously.

"Evil creature, stop."

A thunderous roar sounded in the air, followed by the sharp sound of wind breaking. An arrow pierced through the air and shot towards the left wind.

Zuo Feng, who was about to attack Zhang Yu, suddenly turned his head towards the sky and saw a cold ray of light flying towards him at lightning speed. Zuo Feng stretched out his palm and tried to grab the arrow, but the arrow strangely changed directions and shot into Zuo Feng's chest. The sharp arrows continued to pierce through Zuo Feng's body, directly piercing into the ground.