The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Spare...spare my life..."

Li Maocheng is over forty, about the same age as Feng Changren.

It's just that he is a scholar, pampered all year round, and looks younger.

When had he ever suffered like this?

Half of the face was smoothed away, the flesh and blood were rotten, and the bones were exposed.

This is the face. The face is the place with the most nerves in the human body. A slight expression will involve muscles.

At this point he just wants to survive.

Feng Ji picked it up and grinned: "Master Li, the Feng family has always treated you with a lot of filial piety, but you are quite ruthless, and you will fall out whenever you want. Do you really think that I am one of those ordinary people who are allowed to be bullied by you?"

"Spare... spare me, I... am the official of the Qing Dynasty. If you kill me, the Qing Dynasty will not let you go..."

Despite the severe pain, Li Maocheng still knew that the only thing that could save his life was his own skin.

Without his official status, it would be impossible for him to live.

Only by being an official of the Qing Dynasty could Feng Ji be afraid.

Feng Ji sneered: "Mate officer? You can control other people's lives, but you can't control my life."

"In this life, only I can control my life!"

"You... don't be impulsive. You are powerful, but... where are your parents and family? You can't protect them all the time. Feng Ji... let me go, and I will let bygones be bygones..."

Feng Ji slowly held Li Maocheng's throat and said with a smile: "Let bygones be bygones? Does the Qing Dynasty still have this tradition?"

"I thought you would just go back on your word."

"Lin Zexu was responsible for the opium eradication in Humen, but in the end he was blamed for your defeat because of you."

"Zongtang Zuo worked hard to promote the establishment of Taiwan as a province, but you trash gave it to the Japanese with the Treaty of Shimonoseki."

"Hey, do you think the Qing court can still be in peace and stability for a long time?"

"In less than twenty years, the Qing Dynasty will surely be destroyed."

Li Maocheng's eyes widened with fear.

The pressure in his throat gradually increased, and he grabbed Feng Ji's arm tightly, breathing rapidly: "You...ho ho...you are so rebellious..."

Click——

Feng Ji squeezed it gently, and Li Maocheng's throat cracked into pieces.

His eyes were widened, as if he wanted to refute Feng Ji's words.

However, I was speechless after all.

Feng Ji threw away Li Maocheng's body and looked towards the Zhang family.

"Japanese...hum!"

Turning around to pick up the shield, Feng Ji swayed and ran straight to Zhang Ren Street.

This street was named by Zhang Youde during his lifetime to show the benevolence of the Zhang family.

Now that the Zhang family is wiped out, the murderer is on Zhang Ren Street.

Zhang Ren Street.

Watanabe Jiro felt uneasy, and he said gloomily: "You haven't found that person's body yet?"

A Japanese person on the side immediately scolded and asked.

After a while, someone sent back the news.

"Sir, there are too many corpses. Most of them are turned into pulp. It is really difficult to identify them. It takes time and effort to find them."

Watanabe Jiro was impatient and asked: "How is Li Maocheng doing? Have everyone in the Feng family been caught?"

"No news has come yet."

"Trash! Chinese people are all trash!"

Watanabe Jiro roared, but this anger immediately involved his lower body, and the pain suddenly made his face turn pale.

He was filled with rage at the thought of having his lower body removed, and recalling the words of the imperial doctor, he felt a surge of anger.

"Watanabe-san, your lower body has been severely damaged. If it is not removed in time, your life may not be saved."

"No - no, Mr. Xiaoshi, please think of another way... please..."

"There's really nothing we can do. The anesthesia effect is about to wear off. Make a decision quickly, otherwise you really won't be able to save your life."

"ah--"

…

While he was remembering, suddenly a Qing army team hurriedly ran in.

Watanabe Jiro ignored it and the team ran into Zhang's house.

Ma Eugene was searching for Feng Ji's body. When he came to the mourning hall, he found Zhang Yuan who died tragically and Zhang Shuyi who was blind and disfigured.

He frowned slightly and looked at half of Zhang Shuyi's fleshy face, feeling a little disgusted.

Kill Zhang Shuyi with a casual knife.

He turned around and was about to go to the wing to look again.

At this time, a school captain ran in with a look of horror on his face and whispered: "Sir, Master Ma, it's not good, something serious is going to happen."

Ma Eugene said impatiently: "Zhao Dong? If you are not with Mr. Li, why are you here?"

"Master Ma, something big happened. Feng Ji is not dead. He has already reached the door of Feng's house."

Ma Eugene was stunned for a moment, then cursed: "I said why can't I find it? It turns out he's not dead yet, damn it."

With that said, he raised his feet and went out, saying: "Go to Mr. Li and capture Feng Ji alive. This Japanese Watanabe is a bit perverted. If we can capture Feng Ji alive, maybe he can vent his anger."

Zhao Dong stamped his feet anxiously: "Sir, don't capture us alive. It's good if we can escape with our lives. That Feng Ji is not a human at all. He rushed to the door of Feng's house. A team of hundreds of people and dozens of foreign guns stopped him. I can’t stop him.”

"When I ran out, our people were already defeated. I'm afraid Mr. Li is also in danger!"

"What the hell did you say?"

Ma Eugene couldn't believe it. He turned around suddenly and grabbed Zhao Dong by the collar. He felt that what the other party said seemed like a fantasy.

He angrily shouted: "How many people did Feng Ji bring? No, how did he know that we were going to take action today? There was an ambush in his Feng family?"

Zhao Dong said bitterly: "How can there be any ambush? Feng Ji is alone. I finally understand why the White Lotus Sect bandits are so vulnerable. That man is really like a monster."

"He was alone, and he chased hundreds of us and beat us. He had iron shields tied to his arms, so swords and guns couldn't penetrate at all."

"But our brothers were hit by him and died immediately."

Ma Eugene was confused and murmured: "Impossible, how is it possible? Even if that kid is practicing martial arts, he can't be so powerful."

He has also practiced boxing and knows that people who practice martial arts are powerful, but it is not so outrageous.

"Did you see him going after Mr. Li?"

"It's absolutely true, sir, what should we do? Do we want to rescue him?"

"Save a damn, a murderer who can't be caught by a hundred people, are you and I going to die?"

Ma Eugene cursed, then thought of something, and said quickly: "No, if he really dares to kill Mr. Li, he will definitely come back to kill the Japanese. Leave quickly, it is not safe here anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard screams coming from outside Zhang's house.

Ma Eugene suddenly became excited, pushed Zhao Dong away suddenly, and shouted: "Run!"

…

Outside Zhang's house, Zhang Ren Street.

Watanabe Jiro was urging irritably, and suddenly, there was a sharp sound breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, the head of a nearby Japanese soldier was cut open!

Suddenly there were screams from all around, and the Japanese turned their guns and pointed them at the road.

However, there was no one on the road. Watanabe Jiro immediately asked: "What's going on?"

"There are enemies!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another scream was heard.

Everyone quickly looked up and saw a figure on one side of the roof, like a raccoon cat, running towards them.

"Shoot, shoot quickly!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Bagaya road!"

The roars continued, and the Japanese and Qing soldiers shouted and fired.

Feng Ji held the shield in one hand and jumped up. He was in mid-air, hiding behind the iron shield.

The clanging bullet hit the shield, making a crisp sound.

The shield was dented and cracks continued to appear.

Feng Ji fell into the crowd like a cannonball, killing several people before rolling to his feet.

He was like a tiger, holding a shield. The next moment, the shield in his hand swept out.