Feng Ying's
158 - Chaos II

Puddles of blood and dead bodies scattered where. A rancid smell could be smelled on Feng Ying's nose. But that doesn't bother him at all.

The house around him has been destroyed and collapsed. The roads in this place have also been damaged by the cracks and basins caused by the fight.

All the conditions of the corpses that were inundated looked terrible. Their bodies scattered where with the state is not intact. Even their internal organs were removed. There is also a corpse that has the condition of a broken head, to make his brain out. It's horrible and disgusting.

Feng Ying had finished off the entire cultivator who was in this place just now quite quickly. He used his sword fighting ability and the element of darkness to finish them all off.

Feng Ying's face and body splashed with blood. His crimson-colored irises flashed sharply while looking at the dead body of that person. "This is a reply for insulting me."

Feng Ying turned her gaze and started looking towards the front. Many cultivators started running to him. There were even those who had suddenly appeared with deported papers. Not only from the front, from the back of Feng Ying also appeared many cultivators with great levels of strength. Starting from the emperor level, up to the 3-star sky level.

It turned out that the explosive thing that the cultivator had thrown was not just an explosive object that indicated that the place needed help. The explosive object earlier meant that in that place there was Feng Ying. So currently many strong cultivators were coming at Feng Ying.

Feng Ying gave a smile. It turns out that the prey comes alone on the predator. This made it easier to finish off many cultivators, since they had come to him themselves. His eyes were slightly wide open when he saw someone within the crowd of cultivators, although his gaze was blocked by many other cultivators.

"Heh, does he want to try to resuscitate Feng Ying, his granddaughter?" her inner self with a gaze that pointed at the middle-aged man who appeared to be 50 years old. But his age is much older than that.

Feng Ying looked back, it turned out that there was also someone known to her. A man who had a slight resemblance of face to him, Zhang Jiangwu.

Feng Ying used the phoenix flower twin sword to fight against this fellow. "Let's go ahead, kill me now, if you don't want me to get rid of this world!" He said with a cynical smile.

People were not immediately provoked by emotions when they heard Feng Ying's words. Because they knew that Feng Ying was dangerous. They can't act rashly right now.

"Oh.. You guys don't want to go forward? Do I have to start first?" Said Feng Ying. From the underground near Feng Ying suddenly appeared a black colored object, like a shadow.

The black shadow formed a huge hand that instantly shot towards the cultivators.

Boomm

Some ground surfaces where the falling shadow hands instantly became increasingly damaged. Some even turned into basins.

The cultivators dodged Feng Ying's attack nimbly.

"He has the element of darkness! Very rare!"

"Don't shut up! We should attack him too!"

The cultivator started moving to attack Feng Ying quickly. Kicks, punches, fireballs, clumps of dirt, gun collisions, they keep doing it. The moves they have, they put out. Not only were they making a protective stance when Feng Ying made an attack. They fought while protecting each other.

Sometimes this made Feng Ying quite a difficulty. But he can still overcome all this. The one who attacked him, was only an insect he could destroy.

Feng Ying smiled smirk. Suddenly the blood that pooled on the ground changed, forming a red human body. However they all had no thoughts, as they were only blood clots that Feng Ying controlled.

Many of those blood clots were attacking the cultivators. Although they are just blood clots, they are quite annoying and difficult to destroy. Because every time they had slashed it, the human-shaped blood would instantly reshape his body and attack again.

The few remaining cultivators charged towards Feng Ying, intending to mess with his thoughts so that he would not focus on the blood he controlled.

Feng Ying was aware of it. But even if he has to share his focus with them, he can do it. He has faced many fights. So his fighting ability cannot be underestimated.

Feng Ying quickly attacked them with a fist-shaped shadow. Some cultivators could avoid it easily.

Feng Ying looked at the surface of the ground with a smirk smile. When the cultivators were about to approach him, the puddles of blood left on the ground surface instantly formed a sharp form of suddenly tibs and this made some cultivators just die, just like that, even before they could touch Feng Ying.

Feng Ying was not just silent on the spot. He started running towards the cultivator who was just silently pecking with trembling legs. He easily killed her. Because the man did not fight or avoid.

When Feng Ying was about to go memorize another cultivator, an attack appeared from behind. Feng Ying who noticed it immediately jumped to the side to dodge. He turned around and saw who had dared to attack him.

Feng Ying smiled. "Oh, is that you?"

Feng Ying looked at Zhang Bingjie as if confused, "What do you mean? I'm Ying'er."

"lik! You think I don't know if you've taken control of my grandson's body?" Zhang Bingjie said in annoyance. He had already gotten this news from Feng Chao. And the whole other family. They already knew that the current Feng Ying was not Feng Ying, but a demon.

"Currently, stop pretending to be Ying'er." Zhang Jiangwu's words that arrived appeared behind Feng Ying. He immediately raised his sword and slashed at Feng Ying. However, Feng Ying instantly flew upwards and floated in the air.

"Tck tck tck, you guys can't wait to fight with me." Said Feng Ying with a smile.

"Give Ying'er back!" Zhang Jiangwu said with a sharp look. His body slowly flew into the air and now his distance with Feng Ying was around a few meters away.

Zhang Bingjie did the same. He flew in the opposite direction to Zhang Jiangwu and was now several meters behind Feng Ying.

"Two against one, no problem." Said Feng Ying.

***

Chaos did not only occur in the place where Feng Ying was. But in the north, south, west and east of the eastern continent as well. Many places were damaged, turned into building debris. Blood splattered where with corpses scattered. This terrible event occurred in all corners of the eastern continent. Even today a palace in the eastern continent has been attacked by an unknown person.

Tense, fear, alert felt by many people in the eastern continent. Only 6 people made a mess in the eastern continent, but those six people could really make the eastern continent mess up. In fact they spread fear to many people, because of the chaos they do.

***

At Feng Ying's place, all of the cultivators were now dead again. They were all unable to resist Feng Ying, after enduring and struggling for tens of minutes. Feng Ying seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment.

Feng Ying stood haughtily before the two remaining cultivators. Who else would it be if it wasn't Zhang Bingjie and Zhang Jiangwu?

"Uhukis.. Uhuk.." Zhang Bingjie spewed out a mouthful of blood from within his mouth. His clothes were very dirty and not fit to wear. Many scratches on his body were caused by Feng Ying.

"Yin'er.." Zhang Jiangwu looked at Feng Ying with sadness. Is it possible that her son won't be able to come back? How can he get Feng Ying back? How can Feng Ying come back to her senses?

Only Zhang Bingjie and Zhang Jiangwu had come to Feng Ying's place. While Feng Lian and Feng Chao were somewhere else. They were both assigned to guard the evacuation center.

"Uhukis.. Ying'er.." Zhang Bingjie said with difficulty. He knelt on the ground and endured the pain in his body. So did Zhang Jiangwu. Their condition looks sad at the moment, because of the wounds on their bodies.

Feng Ying looked at the two before her with pity, "You guys look so pitiful in front of your children and grandchildren." He smiled, "You must die at the hands of your own children and grandchildren." Continue with satisfied laughter.

Feng Ying stopped her laughter. He swung the sword from top to bottom sideways and made the blood on his sword splatter on the ground. He stared at the sword that looked beautiful in his eyes with red patches that were still on the iron of the sword.

Feng Ying walked forward toward the two people kneeling helplessly before her. The two of them lost to him after they fought for tens of minutes. "You know, why am I getting stronger every time?"

Zhang Jiangwu and Zhang Bingjie looked at Feng Ying sharply. When fighting with the young man, they did feel that his strength was increasing all the time.

Feng Ying chuckled softly at their expressions, "That happened because of you guys."

The two people in front of him frowned because they felt they did not understand.

"Ah, I don't mean you guys. But your race, man. You let fear, anger and sadness control yourself. The more people who let out such negative feelings, the stronger I will be. Especially if more people die, the more negative energy will be greater. Because that negative energy entered my body, making it a power that I could use.

And you should know that the more negative energy I absorb, the less chance you have of meeting him again, the thinner it is. Then disappear. Feng Ying's soul, will truly die and disappear from the world. This is one of the reasons why I taught him a different cultivation. Cultivation that can absorb negative energy. If he absorbed it more and more, then the compassion he had would be gone. Not only that, but his soul could disappear from this world by itself. When that happens, then I can control Feng Ying's body completely and forever." Feng Ying smiled smirk. He stopped approaching them when he was right in front of them.

Zhang Jiangwu and Zhang Bingjie were wide-eyed at Feng Ying's words. They did not know at all about the cultivation of absorbing the negative energy said by Feng Ying. They did not know that Feng Ying could cultivate that kind of cultivation to increase her strength.

"Alright enough chatter." Feng Ying raised her sword and prepared to behead the two of them.

"Yin!" Not yet had Feng Ying killed the two people, an exclamation was heard simultaneously with the appearance of a young man who had arrived to be behind Zhang Jiangwu and Zhang Bingjie at a distance of several meters from them.