Strongest Martial God In City

Whether it was the position in which they were standing, or the direction and tempo of their attacks, they were all well-chosen.    

From each move, it could be seen that they were using the fist techniques taught in the battle zone. They were probably veterans with decent abilities.    

If they met an ordinary person, they would be able to pick any one of them. Fighting five or six of them on their own wouldn't be a problem.    

Unfortunately, they met Ling Tian.    

There were a lot of bodyguards, but only seven or eight of them could really be in front of Ling Tian and Wu Jun.    

Seven or eight electric batons crackled, and the bluish-purple electric arcs released by the electric batons were even more terrifying.    

They cooperated with each other and attacked at the same time. Neither Ling Tian nor Wu Jun could dodge at all.    

Unfortunately, Ling Tian did not even need to dodge.    

"Step down!"    

With a roar from Ling Tian, the crowd felt a shockwave attacking them, as though their chests were struck by a hammer. One by one, they kneeled on the ground with a groan, unable to take another step forward.    

Some of the more miserable ones were even hit by the electric batons of themselves or their companions when they fell.    

The powerful electric current caused it to immediately collapse and twitch all over.    

"What?"    

The Patriarch of the Soong Family stood up in shock.    

All the guests in the hall sucked in a breath of cold air.    

With just a few words, he had taken care of more than forty bodyguards? Was this something a human could do?    

However, what was even more shocking was Ling Tian's next sentence.    

"Wu Jun, seal the coffin!"    

"Yes sir!"    

The whole hotel lobby was in an uproar.    

"Seal the coffin?"    

"Did I hear it right? He said he wanted to seal the coffin?"    

"Isn't it too much for two living people to put into coffins? Are they planning to bury Young Master Song and Miss Yang alive?"    

"Just what kind of deep hatred do they have for them to be able to reach such a state?"    

"Who the hell are they?"    

Now, no one dared to look down on Ling Tian and Wu Jun. No wonder they dared to come and ruin the scene, they really did have some skills.    

Wasn't it too arrogant to kill someone so brazenly?    

"Wait!"    

Just as Wu Jun was about to close the coffin, someone suddenly shouted.    

Following the direction of the voice, a middle-aged man stood up.    

"Who exactly are you two?"    

"You guys suddenly came here and disturbed my daughter's wedding. Not only are you two going to arrest her now, what's your intention?"    

"Even if they wanted to denounce us, they should at least have a name and bring them away without saying anything. This is going too far. "    

The middle-aged man held a staff in his hand and heavily smashed it onto the ground, "This is the Jiangcheng, and I am the Patriarch of the Jiangcheng!"    

After all, this was the territory of the Yang Family. Yang Family was second to none in terms of power within the Jiangcheng. They did indeed have this sort of confidence.    

His appearance seemed to reassure everyone. A few guests who were familiar with Yang Family heaved a sigh of relief.    

"That's great! Patriarch Yang has appeared! "    

"With Patriarch Yang here, these two definitely wouldn't dare to act rashly."    

"Yeah, Yang Family, they are inextricably linked to our Jiangcheng's enforcement team, Patriarch Yang only came out now, he definitely has an arrangement!"    

Ling Tian's eyes were cold as he said, "Today, I came to pay my respects. I am not related to anyone, so I will withdraw."    

"You! A memorial service? Sacrifice at my Yang Family wedding? You must think this through carefully, for the matter that happened here today, was equivalent to offending the Yang Family! They might even offend the Soong Family of the capital! "After today, no matter how this matter develops, our two families will never let this go easily. No matter what it is about, you have to think about it. Is it worth it?"    

"If I stop now and explain the reason, I might let bygones be bygones!"    

The Yang Family Patriarch said with a face full of arrogance.    

At this moment, there was movement from the coffin that had yet to be sealed.    

When Soong Yongheng was thrown in, he directly fell on Yang Shiman's body. He had a girlfriend who made him into a cushion of flesh, so he was almost unharmed.    

After he got up, he helped Yang Shiman up and pulled at the side of the coffin, exposing half of her body.    

"You all … Why? We have never met, so why did you kidnap us? "    

"You two madmen!" Yang Shiman also roared.    

There was something strange about her body. Her well-proportioned body was now somewhat deformed.    

It was mainly because of the area on her chest. The twin peaks that were originally standing, now one of them seemed to have been flattened. The part of her white wedding dress had also been dyed a dark red.    

"Never knew each other … "You're right."    

Ling Tian then repeated their words and pointed at the portrait on the coffin lid, "But do you still recognize him?"    

The two of them turned their heads at the same time. When they saw the photo, they both froze.    

A trace of panic flashed across the faces of the two, but it was quickly concealed by them.    

"Of course I know him …" Yang Shiman's expression suddenly became sad, one of her hands stroked the photo: "He is the first man I have ever fallen in love with in my life... It's a pity he died young. "    

"Swoosh!" A loud sound was heard.    

Ling Tian raised his hand.    

Yang Shiman screamed.    

"You are unworthy of touching him."    

No one knew what happened, but they focused their eyes and shouted in fear, "It's the incense!" Young Miss Yang has an incense stick in her hand! "    

Yang Shiman's hand was still ten centimeters away from the photo when it was nailed to it by a thin incense stick!    

It was just an incense stick, a soft item that even a three year old child could break.    

At this moment, it had pierced through a person's palm!    

Looking at his movements, this incense could only be inserted by Lin Tian.    

But just how much strength did he have to be able to do this?    

It was impossible to do it with just one's strength. After all, that was an aroma!    

An object formed from wood powder!    

"They even prepared iron incense?" Someone whispered.    

That was the only plausible explanation.    

But the truth was surprising.    

Yang Shiman lifted her hand in pain, and the incense was immediately cut off from her palm.    

Indeed, it was just an ordinary incense stick.    

"Swoosh!"    

Ling Tian then raised his hand and stuck another stalk into the back of her hand.    

"If you break one, I'll insert another!"    

Ling Tian's voice was like a devil's whisper as it resounded in Yang Shiman's ears.    

She suddenly didn't dare to move.    

Enduring the pain from his palms, he tightly pressed onto the coffin, not moving at all. His entire body was trembling as he said:    

"You all … Did he misunderstand something? You must be Xiaosu's friends, right? "    

Before he finished his sentence, Ling Tian had already slapped him, "You guys are not worthy of mentioning Xiaosu's name."    

When Yang Shiman turned around, half of her face was already swollen, and her finger prints could clearly be seen.    

Ling Tian then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands before tossing it away as he asked, "Do you know the reason why now?"    

"Wu Jun, seal the coffin!"    

"Wait! Lin Xiaosu died suddenly from a heart problem! What right do you have to blame his death on us? "    

Just when Wu Jun wanted to close the coffin, Soong Yongheng shouted in fear.