The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 49 Hua Feiyun Dies!

Fireworks leaped and danced all around, sparks flying like falling feathers, landing on the rooftops, wooden corridors, window frames, and curtains of the various pavilions.

The kerosene used in Lanyue Garden is of extremely high quality. Once it comes into contact with wood or silk fabrics, it will instantly burst into flames and turn into fiery snakes.

Then, when the Jade Belt River and the Dragon Ridge River meet, a cool breeze blows and it suddenly bursts into flames.

The temperature in the courtyard suddenly rose.

This sudden change came far too quickly.

The many powerful and wealthy people in the courtyard all maintained a dignified demeanor, boasting of their composure and poise.

Therefore, even though Hong Yuan defeated Hua Gongzi and killed He Xiaofeng as soon as he appeared, these people were alarmed but did not leave immediately.

After all, this inner courtyard is full of experts, and each noble person has a bodyguard. If they were scared away by a martial artist, wouldn't they be a laughing stock?

Who could have imagined that this martial artist was actually an unparalleled ruthless man, killing several armored soldiers and more than ten martial artists in just over ten breaths, as easily as eating and drinking?

Most ruthlessly, this warrior threw a copper basin filled with kerosene into the sky, letting sparks fly everywhere.

They're utterly inhuman, worse than animals!
From the surrounding pavilions and rooms came cries of agony and despair. Many noblemen in brocade robes rushed out, their faces filled with panic, their clothes disheveled, and all their former elegance gone.

Given the spaciousness of this garden, even with guards, maids, and attendants, the nobles in the twenty or thirty side rooms would only number one or two hundred, and could easily leave.

But suddenly, they rushed out from all four directions, blocking the way in an instant. Sparks flew out and landed in the crowd, causing screams of agony to erupt.

People were terrified. Those whose bodies were on fire tried to extinguish the flames, but the flames clung to their bodies like a malignant sore, and instead of being extinguished, they burned even more fiercely. The burning people could not bear the pain and rushed around, causing even greater chaos.

The others were terrified; the flames rising from the surrounding buildings made them feel as if they were in a furnace.

Many people had bloodshot eyes and were punching and kicking, blasting away those who blocked their way. The clanging of swords being drawn echoed continuously.

"What a lively scene!"

Hong Yuan stood on the terrace, looking down at the chaos, and sighed.

Above him, in the attic, and in the side room beside him, fires were also burning, with boiling heat surging around him. Hong Yuan paid no attention to them, ignoring Hua Feiyun and the young master Hua's struggles and curses, and looked at Yang Erhu.

Yang Erhu had already stood up.

Although he was still unable to use his true strength and his blood and qi were still somewhat disordered, his mobility was no longer impaired. He looked down and then turned to Hong Yuan, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

What kind of monster is this little apprentice I've taken in?

Is this something that Yang Erhu could teach?

"Master Qin has fallen into the hands of the Dragon King Society..." Taking a deep breath, Yang Erhu calmed his shocked mind and focused his gaze on the young master Hua at Hong Yuan's feet.

That one sentence is enough.

Hong Yuan understood.

call out!
As he lifted his foot, he flicked the deadly throat-locking gun in his hand, tearing the floor apart inch by inch. Hua Feiyun flipped over in mid-air, but before he landed, a flash of silver light pierced through his right arm.

Hua Feiyun screamed in agony, her whole body like a roasted chicken skewered on a stick, suspended in mid-air, her face torn open and covered in blood.

Where is Master Qin?

Hong Yuan asked calmly, without any surprise or anger. That Master Qin was just Yang Erhu's friend, not his.

The two barely exchanged a few words.

Young Master Hua was filled with shame and terror. The intense tearing pain made him tremble all over, and his voice was hoarse: "Let me go... Only if I live will your friends be safe..."

puff!

With a flick of the spear tip, a tremendous tearing force ripped Hua Feiyun's right arm off at the shoulder, splattering blood. As the arm fell down the stairs, Hua Feiyun screamed in agony and crashed to the ground.

"My hand...my hand..." Hua Feiyun's voice was heart-wrenching, but it didn't seem strange in the already chaotic courtyard. "Is Master Qin still alive?" Hong Yuan continued to ask.

Hua Feiyun curled up in a ball, her body trembling uncontrollably, wailing repeatedly, seemingly unaware of Hong Yuan's question.

Click!

Amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking, Hua Feiyun's right lower leg suddenly bent, the split bone piercing through the flesh. Hong Yuan sheathed his gun, looking at Hua Feiyun who seemed to have no strength left even to howl, and said calmly, "You still have one hand and one leg..."

Hua Feiyun gasped for breath, utterly desperate. He knew he was finished; even if he survived, he would be a cripple.

His eyes were filled with despair, and he laughed bitterly, "Kill me! Will the Dragon King spare you? My Hua family certainly won't. You know my Hua family is..."

"I don't want to know." Hong Yuan glanced at Hua Feiyun, shook his head, and turned to Yang Erhu: "It seems that Master Qin is already dead."

Yang Erhu closed his eyes, suppressing his grief and anger. After a moment, he opened them and said in a deep voice, "I had already expected this... Besides this guy surnamed Hua, there is another person who must die."

Yang Erhu suddenly turned his eyes, his gaze wide with anger, and looked down at the crowd. One person, seeing his glare, hurriedly retreated.

Everyone else wanted to rush out, but this man hesitated and lingered. He was none other than the old man Jia from the Dragon King's Society.

Old Jia was terrified. He wanted to run away, but if something happened to Young Master Hua, he would also die without a burial place.

Therefore, he kept looking for an opportunity to rescue him. Until that evil spirit set his sights on Young Master Hua again, Old Man Jia had no wishful thinking. But now it seemed that it was too late to escape.

Yang Erhu leaped down, slammed his hand on the floor, and landed in the courtyard below, rushing towards Old Man Jia.

"Kill me, kill me..." Hua Feiyun murmured repeatedly, repeating only this one sentence.

Hong Yuan met his lifeless eyes, which were empty and devoid of any meaning, as if the other man couldn't even see his enemy.

With a light laugh, Hong Yuan said, "Killing you? It's not that simple. You seem quite proud of your Hua family? Relying on it? I'll make sure you live to see the Hua family destroyed by my hand."

"Living is my punishment for you. This world is your hell!"

Hua Feiyun's eyes brightened, and a glimmer of life gradually appeared in her lifeless pupils.

alive?

Yes! He needs to live!

So what if he's crippled? Throughout history, many who have achieved great things have been disabled. If others can do it, Hua Feiyun can too.

Moreover, he has his older sister, who will surely be able to help him recover.

He wanted revenge; he wanted to make the person in front of him taste ten times, a hundred times, the pain and humiliation, to repay the debt of today!

As Hua Feiyun's heart surged with anticipation, a sudden chill ran through him, his eyes stiffened, and he lowered his gaze.

A silver spear pierced his heart.

Even on Hua Feiyun's blood-stained face, disbelief seemed to emanate from her.

"You actually believed that!"

"How could someone so naive live to be this old?"

Hong Yuan smiled leisurely, slowly drawing out his spear and wiping the bloodstains on the spear tip onto Hua Feiyun's robe.

"I have a habit: I will never leave my enemies, even if they are on their last legs, to live."

"It's easy to leave without seeing him off!"

Hua Feiyun's eyes dimmed, and in her last glimpse, she only saw her opponent raise her hand and strike. The spear swept across, and large swathes of burning wood fell down. Her opponent then lightly rose and gracefully entered the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)