"What!"
Ye Qingfeng’s words.
Made all the prisoners in the cell.
Exclaim in shock at once.
They had seen arrogant people before, but never soone as arrogant as this newcor.
ng was the small leader in the room.
Even the old prisoners treated him with respect.
Usually, in the cell, he enjoyed the treatnt of having his shoulders kneaded and legs massaged.
But who would have known.
This newcor directly commanded ng Xiang to get away.
It was an enormous insult.
As if to slap ng Xiang in the face in front of everyone.
"You bastard, you’re really seeking death!"
ng Xiang’s face turned extrely unpleasant at that mont.
He imdiately rolled up his sleeves.
His muscular, tattooed arm.
Was revealed.
"ng is mighty, break this kid’s arm into a pretzel."
So prisoners couldn’t help but egg on.
Ready to enjoy a good show.
"Do you want to knead your shoulders or massage your legs?"
Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes.
Looked towards ng Xiang.
"Kid, now you realize your mistake? Useless, even if you kneel now, I’ll still break your arms and legs."
ng sneered coldly.
His right arm fiercely swung towards Ye Qingfeng’s head.
"ng is going to bash this kid’s head in!"
Soone sneered.
"Then let knead your shoulders for you first!"
Ye Qingfeng, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the empty bed, moved rapidly.
Like a dragon erging from the sea.
His palm like a sharp sword.
In a swoosh.
Before ng Xiang could react.
He transford his claw into a palm.
Directly gripping ng Xiang’s shoulder.
And ng Xiang’s fist.
Didn’t even touch Ye Qingfeng’s clothes.
"How can it be so fast!"
Feeling the palm on his shoulder.
ng Xiang was instantly shocked.
Just as he wanted to struggle.
A huge pain ca from his shoulder.
Like an iron claw clamped onto his bone.
"Ah!"
ng Xiang cried out in pain.
The force was as if it would crush his bones.
"Let massage your legs too!"
Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice, like a cold wind, entered ng Xiang’s ears.
"No!"
Now, how could ng Xiang not realize.
He had hit a brick wall.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Just as ng Xiang finished speaking.
Ye Qingfeng kicked ng Xiang’s shinbone.
That seemingly invincible, muscular shin.
Directly broke, becoming a ninety-degree broken leg.
"Ah, ah, ah!!!"
ng Xiang scread heart-wrenchingly.
"Brother, I have dog eyes, failing to see Tai Shan, spare , please spare ."
The excruciating pain.
Made ng Xiang no longer care about his dignity, begging bitterly.
"Scram!"
Ye Qingfeng flung his hand.
With a bang.
Smashed ng Xiang against the wall.
The whole room echoed with a tremor.
"Anyone else wants to knead their shoulders and legs, just say it!"
Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at ng Xiang.
Like a crushed bug, not worth attention.
His calm voice spread throughout the room.
This voice made the whole room fall silent.
Astonishing, truly astonishing.
Ye Qingfeng looked frail.
But in less than a second.
He broke ng Xiang’s arms and legs.
Constantly begging for rcy.
In the end, smashed against the wall, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Kneading shoulders? Massaging legs?
Turns out it wasn’t begging for rcy.
But like a death sentence for ng Xiang.
ng Xiang sat slumped in the corner.
Clutching his shinbone bent at ninety degrees.
Fear in his eyes.
In an instant, he was like a human killing machine.
No chance to resist.
"Bang, bang, bang!!"
The pained ng Xiang knocked fiercely on the iron bars.
If not treated soon, his leg would probably be ruined.
"ng! What happened?"
The officer who arrived following the noise.
Looked at ng Xiang’s miserable state.
With a hint of malicious amusent on his face.
Apparently, the two were sowhat familiar.
"I..."
ng Xiang was about to speak, but felt humiliated.
"Were you bullying the newcor? I forgot to remind you, that kid is a quasi-martial artist, reportedly killed a disciple of the Three Great Families in Jiangnan City, that’s why he’s in here, best not to provoke him."
The officer reminded him.
"What! Killed a disciple of the Three Great Families, why didn’t you say earlier!"
ng Xiang was filled with terror.
A quasi-martial artist, dare to kill a disciple of the Three Great Families.
Who the hell could provoke that!
ng Xiang’s mouth was full of bitterness.
Today was utterly unlucky.
Running into such a hard brick wall.
This kind of fierce person, without a reminder.
At this mont, ng Xiang really felt cursed.
"Brother, quickly, quickly take to the infirmary, my leg is broken..."
ng Xiang pleaded.
Just wanting to leave here quickly.
"Alright, I’ll report it for you, this must be tough on you!"
The officer made a phone call.
Then led ng Xiang to the detention center’s infirmary.
"What, you also want to knead your shoulders and legs?"
Ye Qingfeng sat cross-legged on the empty bed.
Looking at the prisoner beside him who was scared stiff.
It was the sa sneaky-eyed one who was serving ng Xiang, massaging his legs and shoulders earlier.
"No, no, no! I’ll knead your shoulders and legs for you!"
The sneaky-eyed one replied in terror.
Afraid Ye Qingfeng would misunderstand.
He imdiately bent his legs.
Kneeled down.
Wanting to massage Ye Qingfeng’s legs and shoulders.
Joking aside, if even ng Xiang can’t offend him.
As a small fry, he’d easily be crushed.
"Get lost!"
Ye Qingfeng gave the sneaky-eyed one a casual glance.
The chilling killing intent.
Made the sneaky-eyed one imdiately weak at the knees.
Hastily crawling away from Ye Qingfeng.
Not just the sneaky-eyed one.
At this mont, everyone in the cell.
Looked fearfully at Ye Qingfeng.
No one dared to disturb him.
No one wanted to be the fool to ss with this man, asking for trouble.
The whole night, no one disturbed Ye Qingfeng again.
Since nothing happened.
Ye Qingfeng began cultivating the Divine Grinding.
On Earth, spiritual power practitioners absolutely had power comparable to martial artists.
Even with more advantages.
In monts of expert combat, every move and position could determine victory or defeat.
When spiritual power is incredibly solidified.
It becos Divine Thought.
Divine Thought, can communicate with heavenly divine skills.
Wind, thunder, water, fire, electricity, all can be used.
Every move, in the guidance of Divine Thought, has the power to break mountains and split the earth, overturn rivers and seas.
Of course, with Ye Qingfeng’s current level of spiritual power, Divine Thought is still far away.
However, his spiritual power is far stronger than martial artists at the sa realm.
Moreover, the stronger the spiritual power, the more one can comprehend the Heaven and Earth Dao Essence.
Now, Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Dao Realm has reached the Unity Realm.
Beyond that, it’s the Dao Essence Realm.
One sword, within it lies the Dao Essence.
At this ti, the spiritual power unleashed in swordsmanship, will no longer be drawn from oneself.
But rather borrowed from the Heaven and Earth Power.
The spiritual power in heaven and earth is endless.
Just imagine, how terrifying a single sword at the Dao Essence Realm is.
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