Legend of the Asura

Chapter 676: Simon's Difficulty

Before reaching the destination, Yang Aotian finally walked out of the car and slowly moved forward with a black gas and a cold face. The Siemens used to be a large lawn, and the green grass had withered at an astonishing rate as he passed. He had been spotted when he first stepped into the Siemens' territory, and two people immediately approached him.

Simon's madness kept falling wildly in the roar of what could be picked up in the room. It's no surprise to those who know how grumpy Simon is. And this has been his fourth day in a row.

Everything in his turn is gone, everything is gone. Shamed by all, scolded by his father, even the next person looked at him with a little bit of misfortune and joy, all because he hated Yang Aotian. Ever since he ruined all of his life, every night he had dreamed of Yang Aotian slitting his throat with a terrible sickle, and every time he woke up from his dreams, he was sweating cold.

This mental torment drove him a little crazy, and he could only vent it in various ways.

Bang! The potted plant at the door of the house was also thrown to the floor by his hatred, and Simon's fanaticism finally exhausted, sitting on the floor gasping heavily. When he calmed down, he suddenly heard the noise outside.

The door was pushed open and a person broke in in in a panic. Simon's eyes glared and growled: “Have you found Yang Aotian yet? I'm going to kill him!! ”

The man shook his unconscious head and then nodded hastily: “We never found him... but Yang Aotian came himself and..."

“What!?” Siemens jumped from the ground and rushed to his bed to take out a gun under his pillow and rushed out the door madly.

From the front of the door, to the door, a large group of people gathered together and looked at Yang Aotian, full of ashes. Every time he walked, they would follow one step back. And behind Yang Aotian, more than a dozen people have been lying covered in black air. They only saw Yang Aotian wave his hand, and these people fell straight in the black gas.

“Give me Siemens, who stops me, who dies.” Step by step, he made a low voice in his mouth that allowed them to catch cold from head to toe.

“Young Master Er... Young Master Er has become a monster.” A housekeeper who watches the doors trembles, "he said.

None of these people thought otherwise, his appearance, the black air on his body, the horror of waving his hands down. Now he's not a monster or anything.

“Master Er, don't push us, we...” A middle-aged man with a gun warily said, while Yang Aotian had mercilessly killed more than a dozen people close to him, none of them dared to shoot. Because although he had been expelled from the Siemens, he was, after all, the biological son of the head of the family, the former Second Master of Siemens.

“Come on, call the owner.” One of the Siemens backed away and shouted. Without the orders of the homeowners, who dare not make their own decisions.

The situation was so deadlocked, no one dared to approach Yang Aotian anymore, Yang Aotian did not take the initiative, so one step forward approached, dead face is indifferent cold. He finally waited for the day, and he finally had the ability to recover his blood debt.

Finally, as a shout of "Here comes the homeowner”, such as the burdened crowd hurried out of the way, Siemeno's face was gloomy and his footsteps hurried over with two people, before approaching him, he shouted: “You bastard, dare you come back...”

When he saw Yang Aotian clearly, his voice stopped vividly and his face appeared horrified.

Yang Aotian's footsteps finally stopped because he finally saw this man who had been shouting at his father for more than a decade.

“Hand over Siemens, or I'll kill you until you hand him over.” There was a grim killing on his desperate face, and the appearance of Simeno made his heart angry and he could not wait as long as he could.

“Bastard, madness!” Siemens said with a shady face, suddenly seeing more than a dozen bodies lying behind Yang Aotian, and his heart was even more angry in horror. “Stop him!” Simeno's hands, following the two faces behind him with no expression, steady pace, sharp eyes, heavy momentum proved that they were absolutely masterful, most likely the elite of the Special Forces. An old butler hastily said: "Don't go near Master Er, he will die! ”

There was obvious disdain in the eyes of both of them. They simultaneously shot, and suddenly their bodies jumped more than two meters high. One left and one right grabbed Yang Aotian. Yang Aotian couldn't resist, reaching out his hands to their bodies.

Their hands grabbed Yang Aotian's shoulder like eagle claws, but they were horrified to discover that they had caught a hard piece of fine iron and shocked their fingers into hidden pain. And Yang Aotian's hand grabbed them by a strange angle over their neck.

“Knock! ”

Two broken bones crisp, the necks of the two were severely broken, Yang Aotian waved their shady faces and threw their bodies apart.

The Siemens mostly took a few steps backwards with their pale faces, and their subordinates consciously pressed their necks, and they couldn't even make a sound in fear. Simon's wild eyes shrugged, trembling and reaching out to point at Yang Aotian, but said every word.

“Fuck off, all of you!! ”

A violent roar broke the silence of death. Simon cruelly squeezed away the crowd, then saw Yang Aotian, Yang Aotian also saw him, and suddenly the face of death revealed horror.

“Yang Aotian, I'm sad I can't find you. It's great that you came to the door yourself. Hey, hey, hey...” Simon smiled, then raised his gun.

“Young Master!” An old butler subconsciously shouted.

“Maniac, stop!” Simeno, who reacted, immediately shouted.

Boom! Boom!

Four loud gunshots, at such close range, all four bullets, without exception, were hit by Yang Aotian, and all were serious in the chest.

Yang Aotian's expression solidified, but his body did not fall down. After the gunshot fell, someone sighed and shook his head at the scene, and someone took a long sigh of relief.

Simeno sighed briefly: “Maniac, although he ruined everything you were turning against your brotherhood, he was your brother after all, how can you blade yourself...”

Table table, Yang Aotian's body still did not fall, four bullets fell from his body, fell on the marble floor to make a crisp noise, and fell on their hearts, shocking them.

Simon was shaking his whole body twice and his eyes were frightened. He raised his pistol again and shot him madly in the face and on his body...

Bang, bang...

Table table…

Yang Aotian's clothes were punched out one hole after another, revealing gray-yellow skin without any damage. He possesses the power of the god of death. This power exists with the soul as the carrier and gives the body a terrible ability. When he enters and exits the two worlds, this power also enters and exits the two worlds with his soul.

Above Earth, a true reaper emerged.

The bullet finally ended, and the gun in Simon's maniac fell to the ground, turning strangely pale, as if to see the world's most horrible demon. And none of the people present were frightened by both legs... the monster, the real monster, he wasn't afraid of bullets... No, this is a dream, it must be a ridiculous dream!

Simeno looked at this already completely strange son with amazement.

Yang Aotian finally made a move, laughing with a smile. His hand waved emptiness in the direction of Siemens fanaticism.

Like being struck in the head, Simon's madness fell down hard in a scream, and then rolled to Yang Aotian's place like being pulled hard, and he stepped on his feet.

“What are you doing! Let go of the madman!” Siemeno was shocked, and the plot had to jump to Yang Aotian, but he was caught dead by his servants. Yang Aotian sneered, his feet slowly lifted, and then fell.

Yang Aotian crisply stepped on Simon's left wrist and took Simon's murderous hog-like roar. This heavy foot was enough to break his left hand bone.

“Crazy!” This foot is like stepping on Simeno's heart, he makes a mournful cry and growls: “Why are you still standing, kill this traitor... save the madman!! ”

Yang Aotian fell again and stepped on his arm, enjoying the broken bones and Simon's raging roar. Almost incredible to Siemens, no one is moving forward to try to save Siemens. Some of them may not be afraid of dying, but no one will ever know that it was for nothing to die, because Yang Aotian is not even afraid of bullets, what do they use to save them? This is not a time of war. Slaves are good, guards are good. They have nothing but to survive at Simon's, and a few more people joke about their lives. Those who died in the hands of Yang Aotian have set an example for them.

“You bastards!!” Siemens screamed teeth-cutting.

An old butler finally stood up and prayed: “Master Er, please let him go. Although he was not to you before, he is still your own brother. ”

“Brothers?” Yang Aotian turned his head slowly and said, “That's a good brother... that's great ~ ~"

“Pfft!" he stepped again, stomping on Siemens' left chest, spraying blood in Siemens' mouth, his eyes protruding, not even screaming. Meanwhile, under the influence of Yang Aotian's death, his life was deprived a little bit, and every part of his body was cut like a knife.