Ye Feng’s calm words were filled with murderous intent. At this mont, Ye Feng was truly enraged. Seeing his best friend turned into such a state, it was clear that the people before him had crossed his bottom line.
Ye Feng naturally wouldn’t let them off easily...
For a mont, Han Yu and Feng Yuanyuan were shaken by Ye Feng’s icy aura, unsure of how to speak.
Ye Feng coldly regarded the four individuals and asked again, "Tell , who did this to him?"
Ye Feng’s voice resonated in the ears of the four people, making their complexions turn ugly.
Just then, the young bodyguard An stepped forward, his eyes revealing a disdainful look as he spoke indifferently, "It was , what about it? Can’t handle the truth..."
"Ptui~~" In an instant, blood spattered; before the words of An had even finished falling, Zheng Yonggang had arrived in front of An, the black dagger in his hand had directly sliced An’s arm off.
"Ah~~" An scread in agony, blood pouring from the wound as his right arm was severed by Zheng Yonggang.
At this ti, Zheng Yonggang was also furious; after all, he had gotten along quite well with Zhao Ziming during this ti.
Zheng Yonggang had long since considered Zhao Ziming a good friend. Now, seeing his friend so brutally beaten, how could Zheng Yonggang hold back?
"Ah~~" Seeing An’s arm cleanly chopped off, Feng Yuanyuan scread out loud in fright.
Han Yu and the elder behind him were stunned; they had not expected Zheng Yonggang to also be a martial artist. An was an early-stage Inner Strength Martial Artist, yet he hadn’t had the chance to react before his hand was cut off by Zheng Yonggang.
Zheng Yonggang looked at Ye Feng, hanging his head as he said, "Mr. Ye, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold back."
Ye Feng spoke indifferently, "You did the right thing. However, you didn’t do it well enough. Kill him..."
Ye Feng’s tone was eerily calm as if discussing a trivial matter.
"Yes!" Murderous intent erupted in Zheng Yonggang’s eyes, as he fell into a frenzy, a bloodthirsty beast raising the dagger in his hand.
"Swoosh!" Zheng Yonggang’s arm swung, instantly turning into a blur, the chilling pale light from the dagger flashing across the living room. In the blink of an eye, the dagger was in front of An, poised to kill him instantly.
"Clang!" A tallic collision echoed, and True Essence surged, propelling a wave of energy outward.
The elder standing behind Han Yu swiftly stepped forward to block An’s path, wearing a pair of gauntlets with True Essence flowing over them, easily countering Zheng Yonggang’s assault. Seeing the True Essence, Zheng Yonggang’s eyes widened with surprise, not expecting the elder to be a Grandmaster-level expert, far surpassing his own strength.
"Hmph!" The elder coldly huffed, and True Essence exploded with powerful force impacting Zheng Yonggang’s body.
"Boom!" A muffled impact sound followed as Zheng Yonggang was repelled by the strong force, stumbling backward.
"Wah!" Then, Zheng Yonggang felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Trash, a re Inner Strength Martial Artist daring to act wild before !" At this point, Han Yu had regained his arrogance, coldly regarding Ye Feng and Zheng Yonggang, not taking them seriously at all.
The Grandmaster-level elder looked relaxed, gazing indifferently at Ye Feng and said, "Boy, you’re far too bloodthirsty. My disciple rely beat up your friend without endangering his life, yet you want to kill him. You’ve gone too far!"
With a faint murderous aura about him, Ye Feng remained incredibly calm and silent; Zheng Yonggang roared, "Stealing a family’s property, taking a man’s wife, what could be more excessive than that!"
The elder indifferently looked at Zheng Yonggang and Ye Feng and said, "No one to bla but Zhao Ziming for his bad luck. His wife caught the eye of our family’s young master. You all should leave. I am the Longdu Han Family’s third-ranking Grandmaster and the eighty-first on Longdu’s Grandmaster list, Xiang Ran. You should have heard of my na.
Take advantage of my still decent mood, or else..."
"Scram!" Ye Feng finally spoke, his complexion turning sowhat dark as he faced Grandmaster Xiang Ran, "Otherwise, die!"
Xiang Ran scoffed, "A joke! Who do you think you are, boy? You didn’t see that even this Inner Strength Great Perfection kid by your side is no match for . You’re truly seeking death..."
"Swoosh!" However, before Grandmaster Xiang Ran could finish his sentence, Ye Feng raised his fist, throwing a punch that seed slow and ordinary but carried imnse power, smashing towards Grandmaster Xiang Ran.
"You’re courting death!" Xiang Ran, furious and full of disdain, considered Ye Feng only a commoner who dared to strike him.
Then, Xiang Ran activated his Protective True Essence to shield his chest.
"Ptui~~" Blood spurted instantly.
"You!" Grandmaster Xiang Ran shouted in horror, staring at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng’s punch, which seed lackadaisical, gave Grandmaster Xiang Ran no chance to defend. Ye Feng’s fist punctured Xiang Ran’s chest, protruding from Grandmaster Xiang Ran’s back.
Afterward, Ye Feng withdrew his arm from Grandmaster Xiang Ran’s body, and astonishingly, not a single speck of Xiang Ran’s blood stained Ye Feng’s arm.
Grandmaster Xiang Ran, panicked, looked at Ye Feng, who spoke with disdain, "I told you to scram. Did you think my words were just wind?"
"Thump~~" With that, Grandmaster Xiang Ran’s body went limp and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless.
"..." Han Yu, as well as An and the others were stunned. Grandmaster Xiang Ran was a Middle Innate Grandmaster, a well-known figure in Longdu, the Han Family’s third Grandmaster, but he had just been killed by a single punch from Ye Feng. How terrifying must Ye Feng’s strength be?
"Damn it! You, you dared to kill my master!" Upon witnessing this, An roared, becoming frantic, "You’ll regret this; you’ll face the Han Family’s vengeance!"
"Noise!" Ye Feng said coldly.
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