Chapter 353 - 272: The Feng Family Returns from the Dead, He Yan Appears!
Chapter 353: Chapter 272: The Feng Family Returns from the Dead, He Yan Appears!
"Confessed!"
Yan Chengping roared, his voice becoming hoarse and rough due to the extreme pain, as if it were frantically rubbing on sandpaper.
"I really confessed!"
Yan Chengping shouted almost with a sobbing tone, his trembling fingers pointing forward desperately.
Where his fingertip pointed was exactly the place where the group of county officials were located.
At this moment, he had only one thought in mind—to get relief as soon as possible; he didn’t want to suffer more physical pain.
"He ordered me to do it!"
Yan Chengping’s voice was even hoarser, his eyes wide open, with his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.
"Fuo Songde!"
"It’s him!"
Yan Chengping’s voice echoed in the silent air.
"That night, it was him and me who went to the Feng Family!"
Yan Chengping spoke extremely fast, fearing that if he didn’t finish his words in time, he would suffer another vicious beating from Liang Cheng.
"Mr. Feng, Feng Jin!"
"Died at the hands of Fuo Songde!"
"Most of the Feng Family’s treasures were also robbed by that demon Fuo Songde!"
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between Yan Chengping’s teeth, laden with deep hatred and fear.
Yan Chengping’s words were like a heavy bomb, instantly stirring up a wave of turmoil among the county officials.
The officials who were originally idle suddenly turned as pale as paper, their eyes full of terror and panic.
Everyone almost scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing desperately, terrified of being pointed at directly by Yan Chengping’s finger.
Some officials staggered in panic, almost falling to the ground, while others lost their way and bumped into people nearby, unable to spare apologies.
For a moment, the scene turned into utter chaos.
And in the direction Yan Chengping pointed, stood a middle-aged man dressed in a government official’s uniform.
He was burly, with a complexion as dark as ink, and a frightening gloom, a heavy sword hanging from his waist.
This middle-aged man was precisely the Chief Constable of Panshi County—Fuo Songde.
Fuo Songde was the strongest chief constable under the county’s main constable, a martial artist of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm with great prestige in the county office.
However, at this moment, Fuo Songde’s face turned extremely ugly, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.
"Yan Chengping!"
Fuo Songde shouted angrily, with a few hints of ashamed rage.
"How dare you slander me!"
Before he finished speaking, Fuo Songde moved with incredible speed, his right hand like lightning, quickly grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist, pulling it forcefully.
"Clang!" With a sharp sound, the knife flashed coldly as it swiftly pointed directly at Yan Chengping.
At this moment, Fuo Songde’s eyes widened, burning with fierce anger, veins bulging on his forehead, appearing thoroughly enraged.
"You despicable villain, you’re at death’s door!"
"And yet you dare to argue and try to tarnish my reputation as Chief Constable!"
"Now, I will exercise justice and personally slay you, this beast!"
With that, Fuo Songde surged forward, carried by the sound of rushing wind, charging toward Yan Chengping.
The sword in his hand reflected the cold moonlight, shining a chilling gleam, like a venomous snake ready to devour him.
The blade aimed precisely at Yan Chengping’s face, clearly determined to take his life.
But just as Fuo Songde’s blade was about to fall, Liang Cheng, who had been watching coldly, now had a mocking smirk on his lips.
Immediately following, Liang Cheng’s right hand moved lightning-fast, reaching for the sword hilt tied at his waist.
"Clank!"
A clear metallic collision sound suddenly rang out, conspicuous amidst the chaotic and noisy scene.
Of course, Liang Cheng’s reaction also abruptly halted Fuo Songde’s killer strike in mid-air.
Liang Cheng coldly stared at Fuo Songde, the sword in his hand unwavering.
"Bone Marrow Refining Realm mastery!"
"You!"
Fuo Songde’s face instantly turned pale, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He hadn’t expected that this young man, who looked barely twenty, was actually a martial artist of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm mastery.
At this moment, Fuo Songde forced himself to remain composed, gritting his teeth as he said, "Mr. Liang, what do you mean by this?"
"This despicable thief Yan Chengping is clearly framing me!"
"How could I, Fuo Songde, as the Chief Constable of Panshi County, possibly collude with such a beast?"
Next moment, Liang Cheng slightly narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his gaze.
He clenched the sword hilt firmly, his arm muscles tightening, suddenly exerting force.
This seemingly simple action contained tremendous power.
Fuo Songde only felt a flood-like tremendous force surge along the blade, utterly unresistable.
In an instant, Fuo Songde’s feet slid across the ground, carving two deep grooves, his body stumbling uncontrollably backward.
Step by step... He retreated a dozen steps, the soles of his shoes producing a piercing sound as they rubbed against the stone ground.
A few breaths later, Fuo Songde barely steadied himself.
At this moment, Fuo Songde’s face flushed, his chest heaving wildly, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead, eyes filled with shock.
He clearly hadn’t anticipated that Liang Cheng possessed such formidable strength.
Instead of responding to Fuo Songde, Liang Cheng turned toward Yan Chengping, shouting sternly, "Yan Chengping, were you telling the truth just now?"
"If there’s any falsehood, I will make you wish you were dead!"
Yan Chengping nodded hastily, his voice carrying a sobbing tone, "Everything I said is true!"