Chapter 162: Kill 3 Masters

After all, the third master is an experienced horse thief. He has lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife since he was a child.

When he realized the threat of death, he looked at the corrosive power on his arm. Without saying anything, a ferocious expression appeared on his face. He actually cut off his own arm in a cruel manner.

Poof.

Blood spilled!

I have to say that he made the right choice.

But at this time, no matter how correct his choice was, it was of no use. Now that he had broken his arm, he had indeed stopped the corrosive power of the star fire, but Yang Chen had already attacked and killed him with one shot. How could he withstand Yang Chen's shot when his vitality was severely damaged?

This made the third master yell: "Yang Chen, do you dare to kill me?"

Yang Chen's eyes were cold and he shouted: "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

It's just a matter of a moment.

Even the sound could not be heard clearly, only a phantom flashed past, Yang Chen pierced the third master's body with a spear, and in an instant, the third master fell heavily from the air and turned into a cold corpse.

It was also at the moment when Yang Chen killed the third master, four or five figures suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's place.

The ones at the front are Feng Changkong and Feng Wuyang, whom Yang Chen is familiar with.

At this moment, Feng Wuyang didn't have time to look at Yang Chen. He flashed and landed next to the body of the third master. He stretched out his hand to observe, and his face gradually became ugly.

"Dad, what happened to Liu San?" Feng Changkong couldn't help but ask.

"Dead." Feng Wuyang sighed with a heavy tone.

When these words fell, the people from each of the twelve major tribes all took a breath of cold air.

The third boss is dead?

Killed by Yang Chen?

Almost no one dares to believe this is true, but the body of the third master is indeed there, with mutilated arms, a hideous face, and a very unwilling death!

Feng Wuyang said expressionlessly: "Yang Chen, you..."

Yang Chen fell from the sky and said: "Senior Feng!"

"What do you want me to say about you?" Feng Wuyang waved his hand, his face was very unnatural, and he looked very anxious: "Tell me about you, do you need to fight to the death with these three leaders? All races in our wilderness With all the people here, how can you really suffer the loss of these three masters? If you really only hurt these three masters, it would be easy to say anything, but now that you have killed these three masters, you will be in big trouble!"

Yang Chen is naturally not stupid.

As long as the third master dies, it means that the Horse Thieves Gang will definitely become furious!

At this time, I am afraid it will not be easy for the hundreds of tribes in the wilderness to maintain their current structure.

His move almost triggered a war between the Horse Thieves Gang and the Hundred Clans of the Wilderness!

But Yang Chen didn't show any regret or fear at all. He said slowly: "Senior Feng, Yang Wu of our Yang family lost an arm because of their gang of horse thieves, and Fourth Master Yang of our Yang family was also killed by them. The Horse Thief Gang took him away by force. If our Yang family had not responded in time and caught Zhu Yang earlier and negotiated with him, I am afraid that our Yang family would have suffered a big loss now!"

"This third master has been aggressive many times and tried to take my life, Yang Chen. I, Yang Chen, am also a man, how can I be bullied by him like this? He has repeatedly forced our Yang family to do that. Is this a soft persimmon?" Yang Chen shouted: "Senior Feng said, should I kill these three leaders?"

Feng Wuyang was startled when he heard this, and then shook his head.

This matter is also his fault. If he had stopped Yang Chen earlier, there wouldn't be so many problems.

However, how could he have thought that Yang Chen could kill the third leader?

He didn't expect this at all.

Who knows, Yang Chen acted vigorously and resolutely, using the protective talisman he struck with all his strength as an attack. This seriously injured the third master, and then took this opportunity.

Now that the third leader is dead, the Horse Thieves Gang will definitely be furious.

But Feng Wuyang is not an indecisive person after all: "It's good for a man to be bloody. Yang Chen, I, Feng Wuyang, promised you that I will protect you. Even if you make a huge mistake, I will help you carry it out. Since today’s situation is irreversible, there is no need to do so.”

Hearing this, the Yang family were all overjoyed.

"Brother Murong, Brother Zhang, come out!" Feng Wuyang said: "The Horse Thieves Gang will definitely not give up this time. Our Feng family is already ready to join the war. What do you two think!"

When Feng Wuyang finished speaking, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Feng Wuyang out of thin air.

At first glance, these two people looked very old, about the same age as Feng Wuyang. But the strong aura exuding from their whole body is something that should not be underestimated. Obviously, compared to Feng Wuyang, these two people are still masters of the same level even if they are not as good as them.

"It's Zhang Qing, the ancestor of the Zhang family, and Murong Baisheng, the ancestor of the Murong family!"

"Feng Changkong, Zhang Qing, and Murong Baisheng all gathered together. It is said that the three of them worked together to fight the big boss and seriously injured the big boss, thus preserving our status as a hundred tribes in the wilderness. Otherwise, Dahuang will now be ruled by the Horse Thieves Gang."

"Three of the top figures in the Great Wilderness are actually gathered together today!"

"It seems that the wilderness is no longer peaceful. Is there really going to be another war with the Horse Thief Gang?"

"We haven't seen each other for a while, but it seems that our strength has improved again." Feng Wuyang said, "How about starting a war with the Horse Thieves Gang? I wonder if you two still have the same bloody spirit as before!"

Zhang Qing narrowed his eyes and touched his beard: "Haha, Brother Feng is joking, our Zhang family already has a lot of connections with little friend Yang Chen. Besides, little friend Yang Chen is also my number one genius in the wilderness. How can we really let the Horse Thieves Gang bully us and start a war with the Horse Thieves Gang? Let’s count our share of the Zhang family. No one in my Zhang family will be afraid of the Horse Thieves Gang."

Murong Baisheng didn't think much and said: "Murong Wen of our Murong family was deposed by the Ma Thief Gang. Haha, Brother Feng, do you think our Murong family will swallow the bad breath of the Ma Thief Gang? If nothing else, we The Murong family also counts, I would like to see how much strength the old thief has regained!"

The reason why the two of them agreed to this matter was actually because they had their own thoughts.

After all, people from all races in the wilderness are here today.

It's hard not to wade through this muddy water. Once the third leader dies, the Horse Thieves Gang will inevitably fall into rage. I'm afraid it will be difficult to let this matter go.

The most important thing is Yang Chen.

If Yang Chen hadn't entered the Lingwu Realm, they wouldn't have agreed to this so easily.

But now, Yang Chen has entered the Lingwu Realm, allowing them to see the infinite possibilities from the Yang family. It is a hope that they can see even if they offend the Horse Thieves Gang.

"Little friend Yang Chen, you owe us a favor." Murong Baisheng and Zhang Qing said.