Chapter 77: Chen Feng Instantly Defeats Bu Le, but Bu Le's Two Soul King Friends Arrive

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the door panel shattered, and debris flew everywhere.

At the door, a majestic and cold voice came.

"Stop!"

Bu Le's body trembled involuntarily.

His good deeds had been ruined time and time again.

This made Bu Le extremely angry.

"Which blind - eyed guy dare..."

Before he could finish his words, a powerful force suddenly struck. Chen Feng's figure was like a bolt of lightning, instantly appearing in front of him.

Bu Le felt a sharp pain in his chest. His whole body was like a leaf swept up by a huge wave. He was kicked away by Chen Feng and crashed heavily into the wall.

Damn it, this force is too strong.

Bu Le tumbled in the air, his heart filled with shock and panic.

Could this person be the Brother Feng that Xiao Wu mentioned?

[Ding, detected that Bu Le has a shocked emotion, emotion value + 100]

Chen Feng's figure was as agile as a cheetah. His movements were swift and precise, and each strike carried the force of a thunderbolt.

His combos were like a violent storm. Bu Le was completely defenseless against this force and could only passively endure blow after blow.

Each time their fists and feet met, there was a dull thud. Bu Le's body kept retreating under Chen Feng's attacks. Eventually, like a kite with a broken string, he fell heavily to the ground, as embarrassed as Tang San, who was already lying there.

After dealing with Bu Le, Chen Feng turned and walked towards Xiao Wu. His movements were gentle and quick as he untied the ropes that bound Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu hurriedly tidied her clothes. Although her movements were hasty, she still maintained her elegance.

As she arranged her clothes, Xiao Wu's figure gradually revealed its perfect curves.

The outline of her chest was even more prominent against the fabric of her clothes. Her slender and muscular waist formed a sharp contrast with her full breasts. The shirt formed a perfect arc over her chest, highlighting her feminine charm.

Xiao Wu's waist was slender and strong, standing in stark contrast to her full chest.

Especially her long legs, from top to bottom, had smooth lines and firm muscles, jointly forming a perfectly curvy and alluring figure.

"Thanks so much, Brother Feng," Xiao Wu said softly, her eyes shining with gratitude. There was a slight tremor in her voice, clearly showing that she hadn't fully recovered from the shock just now.

[Ding, detected that Xiao Wu has a grateful emotion, emotion value + 150]

If it weren't for Chen Feng, who knows what kind of terrible things Bu Le would have done today. The consequences would have been unthinkable.

At the same time, with the help of Oscar and the others, Tang San finally got rid of the dog chain on his body.

He looked at Chen Feng. Although he was a bit reluctant in his heart, he finally said,

"Chen Feng, thank you."

Tang San's gaze stabbed at Bu Le, who was lying on the ground, like a sharp sword. The anger in his heart spread rapidly, like dry hay set on fire. His fists were tightly clenched, and his knuckles turned white from the force. Every breath he took carried an uncontrollable anger.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!

He recalled the relaxed and happy time when he was shopping with Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu's casual "I'm going to wash my hands" had actually become the beginning of this disaster.

Tang San never expected that in the short moment when Xiao Wu left, she would be captured alive by the insidious Bu Le through a scheme.

When he found out that Xiao Wu was captured, his heart was filled with anxiety and anger. Tang San wanted to take action immediately and subdue Bu Le with his proud control skills.

However, fate seemed to be playing tricks on him. Bu Le's strength far exceeded his expectations, and his control skills were ineffective against this stronger opponent.

A moment of carelessness put Tang San in a passive position, and he was finally controlled by Bu Le and became a prisoner.

Ma Hongjun, after all, didn't get to take action himself earlier, and the anger in his chest hadn't subsided. He quickly walked over to the fallen Bu Le, his eyes flashing with angry sparks.

He raised his foot and forcefully kicked Bu Le. Each kick landed with a heavy thud, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

"You hit me, you hit me. You said my 'kun' was small."

His voice was full of resentment, and every word seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun stopped his actions, as if he had thought of something. A strange smile appeared on his face.

He gave a sinister laugh, raised his right hand, and a mass of purplish - red flames emerged in his palm. The flames danced, emitting a scorching temperature.

Ma Hongjun's gaze turned towards Bu Le's groin, and a cruel smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"Weird old man, you said my 'kun' was small, right? Well, then I'll turn you into a roasted 'kun'."

As Ma Hongjun's voice fell, a shrill scream pierced the air, filled with pain and despair.

The others looked at each other and all shook their heads helplessly.

Suddenly, Chen Feng frowned, catching an unusual scent in the air.

He warned in a low but rapid voice, "Be careful!"

Upon hearing this, the others' bodies stiffened involuntarily.

When their gazes shot towards the door like arrows, the two figures that appeared confirmed their intuition instantly—danger, real danger, was right in front of them.

As the two figures blocked the light from the outside, the fire in the room seemed to dim a bit.

The tall man had muscles as hard and powerful as a sculpture, with long hair casually draped over his shoulders, looking like an unruly wild beast.

The short man, on the other hand, had every movement revealing a sense of disharmony and sneakiness. His hunched figure and evasive eyes made him seem like a mouse eyeing its prey.

His attire was extremely strange. Every piece of clothing seemed to be randomly pieced together, yet exuding a strange sense of disharmony.

"You're dead meat," the short and wretched - looking man screeched in a shrill voice, like a male duck quacking.

"A good dog doesn't block the way. Who the hell are you?" Tang San frowned and said coldly.

Bu Le lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain, with sweat and blood mixing. His breathing was rapid and weak, as if every breath was a struggle against death.

"Tianya, Lao E, d... don't... let these brats go..."

His voice was intermittent, as if every word was squeezed out from a broken chest.

"Don't worry, I, Tianya, and Lao E will avenge you," Tianya said as he raised his right hand, with green light pulsating in his palm.

In an instant, the green light converged and took shape. The outline of a broken blade gradually became clear in his hand, as if a magic sword drawn from the abyss, filled with a strong sense of agility and blood - lust.

Although the broken blade seemed incomplete, every inch of its edge exuded a dense killing intent. The air around the blade light seemed to be dyed a deep green, looking strange and ominous.

Tianya's five soul rings, like shooting stars in the night sky, one by one burst into dazzling brilliance. One white, two yellow, and two purple. Although not showy in color, the lighting up of each ring represented his massive soul power.

A Soul King above level 50, the powerful aura of a battle soul master was self - evident!