NFBE Chapter 183 Bai Family and Bai Ji
Chapter 183 Bai Family and Bai Ji
Ying Zheng silently withdrew his hand from the pothole in the asphalt road.
Bai Yunsheng slightly raised his head and looked at the one-eyed white mask on Ying Zheng's face.
At this moment, Ying Zheng's figure seemed incredibly majestic.
Bai Yunsheng, his body hunched over, stood up and stood in front of Ying Zheng.
The old man, Bai Zi, slowly emerged from the crowd, leaning on his cane. "Master, I beg you to spare our lives!"
Ying Zheng glanced down at the stubborn Bai Yunsheng and asked calmly:
"You still have a backup plan, don't you?"
Bai Yunsheng's eyes, like those of a wolf cub, were fixed on Ying Zheng, radiating a fierce gaze that seemed to want to break through Ying Zheng's mask. "Yes!"
"There's no need to use your backup plan anymore. I can see that there's some kind of forbidden seal within you."
Breaking this seal will likely cause some irreversible damage.
Besides, even if you use this trump card, you're still no match for me.
Ying Zheng's gaze swept past Bai Yunsheng and swept over the Bai family members present.
"Eagles soar through the sky, whales dominate the seas; how can one distinguish dragons from earthworms without trying!" Bai Yunsheng roared, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Chongmai, Lingxu, Baihui!"
The old man, already anxious, thumped his cane repeatedly, trying to stop him:
"Grandson, no!"
The voice just fell.
Two golden needles shot out from Bai Yunsheng's body!
In an instant!
Scarlet lines appeared on Bai Yunsheng's face.
In his left hand appeared a blood-red scythe with a dragon scorpion handle, composed of blood flowing from the veins in his wrist.
On his right palm, the Rasengan of "Word of Power: Yin Thunder" expanded to more than three times its original size!
Behind them, a giant god of death, composed of tens of thousands of blood-soaked corpse phantoms, appeared faintly.
The Bai family, the secret within the dragon's blood, a bloodline of butchers passed down for thousands of years.
In a moment!
Bai Yunsheng transformed into a dark red phantom and vanished from the spot.
Ying Zheng looked around in his eye sockets but did not find any trace of Bai Yunsheng.
Suddenly, I noticed a dark shadow at my feet!
Ying looked up at the sky and saw:
Bai Yunsheng gripped the blood-red scythe and unleashed a devastating blow at his own fontanelle, splitting Mount Hua in two!
The sharp, curved tip of the sickle could easily crush skull bones and mash tofu pudding.
Like a parrot's beak.
This time, Ying Zheng did not choose to dodge by using the illusion technique. He raised his hand and delivered a cannon punch, slamming it towards the scythe in Bai Yunsheng's hand!
With a "clang" sound!
It's like a giant steel hammer, making a sound as it strikes iron!
Ying Zheng carefully tested the force: "Not bad, just over five thousand jin of force!"
Bai Yunsheng was sent flying by a punch, and the tiger's mouth of his hands was cracked open by the blood scythe handle, and blood flowed out!
It fell to the ground and rolled more than ten times!
Bai Yunsheng quickly got up from the ground, his eyes turned into golden pupils, and blood-red dragon scales appeared on his cheeks.
Sharp bone spurs appeared on my elbow.
The sharp black toenail pierced through the shoe, exposing the toenail!
Dragon Mutation State!
Ying Zheng looked at Bai Yunsheng's golden eyes and asked, "Are you still rational?"
Bai Yunsheng tilted his head and roared at Ying Zheng!
Ying Zheng flashed in front of Bai Yunsheng and delivered a rising dragon punch to Bai Yunsheng's chin.
He punched away the two or three dragon scales that had sprouted from Bai Yunsheng's chin.
Shadow Step!
Ying Zheng strolled leisurely, moving in Bai Yunsheng's shadow. Whenever Bai Yunsheng landed slightly, Ying Zheng would punch him and send him flying into the sky!
After about half an hour of bombardment, Bai Yunsheng, his face bruised and swollen, collapsed onto the asphalt road in front of Ying Zheng. He weakly bent his dragon claws, but could not get up no matter what.
The blood-red scythe shattered into a pool of blood.
The Bai family members were dumbfounded, and none of them dared to make any rash moves.
The old man stared intently at Ying Zheng, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself:
"Even the eldest grandson, who activated the Human-Slaying Dragon Bloodline and entered the God of Slaughter state, didn't even have the ability to fight him."
This abandoned clan leader has come without saying what he wants to do!
Ying met the gaze of the old man Bai Ji, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Bai Ji!
"You are much stronger than your grandson. Want to give it a try?"
"The Lord of the Forsaken Clan!" The old man faced Ying Zheng without changing his expression. "I only ask one question: Is he the Ying of His Majesty the First Emperor?"
Ying Zheng: "Yes."
Upon hearing Ying Zheng's admission, Bai Ji immediately knelt down before him, performing three kowtows and nine prostrations:
"Bai Ji, a descendant of Marquis Wu'an Bai Qi, the 39th generation successor of the Bai family, and the current clan leader, respectfully welcomes the Emperor's return!"
Long live our emperor! "
Ying was stunned, but since he had come all this way to bring the Bai family under his control, he didn't care about the methods used and calmly accepted Bai's kneeling.
Everyone in the Bai family was dumbfounded; they couldn't understand what the old man was up to!
The First Emperor has been dead for thousands of years. Let alone the descendants of the Ying clan, even if the First Emperor himself stood in front of them, they would still have to consider whether it was necessary to kneel down.
Bai Ji turned to look at his people and said with shame, "Your Majesty, I..."
Ying Zheng helped Bai Ji up, saying, "There's no need to call me Your Majesty, nor is there any need to kneel. Etiquette should evolve with the times."
From now on, a simple hand salute will suffice.
When it comes to religion or faith, you don't kneel down just because you believe.
It was only after you knelt down that you believed it.
Many people think that kneeling is shameful, but that's not true.
Kneeling is simply a physical action, belonging to the same category as waving, blinking, opening one's mouth, and so on.
It was merely a matter of emperors, generals, and officials artificially creating the act of kneeling and bowing, adding the label of "lower to higher."
Based on this, a banquet with "high pressure and low pressure" spanning thousands of years unfolded.
Ying Zheng crossed his arms, looked at the old man Bai Ji, and said solemnly, "What is the value of your Bai family?"
Bai Ji smiled broadly:
"Many members of my Bai family hold important positions in various fields."
"The restaurants under his management are spread throughout the entire country, generating a certain amount of revenue every day."
"There are more than forty S-level mixed-race individuals, more than one thousand A-level mixed-race individuals, and several B-level and below mixed-race individuals."
"And firearms and ammunition..."
Upon hearing Bai Ji's words, Ying Zheng nodded and said, "It's alright."
"Not bad? What do you mean by that?!" The old man raised an eyebrow when he heard Bai Ji's nonchalant answer. He felt that he had been too modest and should have told the truth instead of being so low-key.
Then, the old man used his own self-pity to manipulate Ying Zheng, carefully observing him while muttering to himself:
"He truly possesses the bearing of an emperor; even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, he would remain unmoved."
The world can be swallowed up and swallowed, let alone the insignificant wealth of my Bai family.
My Bai family has been dormant for over two thousand years. Now, who can stop my Bai family from taking off?
Who can?!