Han Zheng was stepped on his spine by Ye Feng, feeling as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him entirely unable to move.
Han Zheng’s heart shook violently, as huge waves surged within him. He had never imagined that he, a dignified Grandmaster, would be utterly no match for Ye Feng, a re youth in his twenties.
Ye Feng just sat in his seat without even moving; he simply raised his hand and defeated Han Zheng.
At this mont, Han Zheng had to believe what Han Yi had said; as a Grandmaster, he was easily defeated by the opponent. If the opponent wasn’t a Grandmaster, what was he? It was absolutely impossible for a re Martial Artist with Inner Strength to possess such trendous power.
Although Han Zheng was shocked and unable to accept it, what he found even harder to accept was that Ye Feng had stepped on him in front of so many people. His eyes revealed a mad frenzy as he roared at Ye Feng, "Let go!"
However, Ye Feng, appearing as if he heard nothing, still had a calm face as he continued to step on Han Zheng’s spine.
"You bastard, I am Second Young Master Han of the Han Family; you dare step on in front of so many people? Release this instant! Do you want to oppose the Han Family?" Han Zheng roared loudly at Ye Feng.
"Just the Han Family? I am stepping on you; what can you do about it?" contempt flashed in Ye Feng’s eyes.
Then, Ye Feng’s force under his foot continued to increase drastically. The trendous force made Han Zheng feel as if his body was about to be crushed by Ye Feng, and soon cracks spread across the ground beneath him.
The ground where Han Zheng was began to sink, instantly turning his complexion beet red from excruciating pain. He completely couldn’t withstand the powerful force and scread in agony.
"Ah~~" Han Zheng yelled painfully: "My body, my bones... my bones are shattered!"
While Han Zheng cried out, the sound of his bones cracking resonated continuously. Now, where was any bit of his previous arrogance? His expression was ridiculously wretched, like a dog that had lost its ho.
"Ah~~" Han Zheng howled, and everyone present was stunned by this scene.
Each person was taken aback, shocked beyond belief, almost thinking they were dreaming.
Second Young Master Han of the Han Family, a Grandmaster-level powerhouse — everyone knew him by reputation. Yet now, such a formidable figure was easily crushed under Ye Feng’s foot like an ant.
At this mont, Han Zheng finally understood. The reason Han Yi had advised him earlier was not because she feared he would hurt Ye Feng. It was because she feared Han Zheng would get hurt by Ye Feng, whose strength far surpassed his own.
Han Zheng roared, "Ye Feng, you bastard, release now or I absolutely will not let you go!"
Ye Feng just shook his head indifferently, "Just the Han Family? You really think nobody dares to provoke you? If you seek death, then I’ll simply grant it..."
As the words fell, a terrifying killing intent emitted from Ye Feng’s body, wrapping around Han Zheng like countless invisible, cold tentacles, causing Han Zheng to feel unspeakable pain.
Han Zheng felt the killing intent, which was terrifying to the extre, and completely collapsed, his self-confidence shattered, and the killing intent dissipated, entering into Ye Feng’s Execution God Ring continuously.
"My life is over..." Han Zheng deeply regretted provoking Ye Feng. He understood that Ye Feng wouldn’t care whether he was from the Han Family or not. If Ye Feng wanted to kill Han Zheng, he could do it at any ti.
Han Zheng closed his eyes, waiting for death to co, no longer entertaining the thought of resistance.
"Thud!" Just then, Han Yi knelt down towards Ye Feng, her face full of urgency and worry, tears swirling in her eyes, she looked at Ye Feng with a pleading face: "Ye Feng, please show rcy!"
"Ye Feng, please spare my uncle. As long as you let him go, I will be forever grateful," Han Yi said to Ye Feng, looking pitiful and evoking a sense of compassion.
Seeing Han Yi looking so pitiful, Ye Feng thought of his own younger martial sister and softened his heart. He lifted his foot, and Han Zheng felt a huge relief, as if he had escaped from the Ghost Gate.
"Huff, puff, puff~~" Han Zheng breathed heavily, feeling incredibly perplexed.
However, he had to admit that the young man in front of him, who looked even younger than him, was far more powerful. He was no match for Ye Feng.
Seeing that Ye Feng had spared Han Zheng, Han Yi looked at Ye Feng gratefully: "Ye Feng, thank you."
"The four Grandmasters have arrived!" Just then, a voice echoed throughout the venue, and everyone looked towards the entrance.
At the entrance, Liu Shengyuan walked into the hall with two n and one woman, all over sixty years old. The three by Liu Shengyuan’s side were none other than the other three Grandmasters of Dragon Country, renowned alongside Liu Shengyuan.
The two n were Grandmaster Han Zongyu, slender in build, and the other, obese, was Grandmaster Wang Xunfeng.
As for the woman, she was the only female among the four Grandmasters, Grandmaster Jiang Yan. Though Jiang Yan was sixty-five years old, she was well-preserved, appearing to be only in her mid-thirties.
The four Grandmasters looked towards their judges’ seats, and the first person they saw was Ye Feng.
Upon seeing Ye Feng, all four were stunned, showing deep respect in their eyes, as they vividly rembered the event when Ye Feng single-handedly defeated the four Grandmasters.
Although they were the four Grandmasters of Dragon Country, in front of Ye Feng, they were like novices who had just touched the path of dicine; Ye Feng’s profound and inscrutable dical skill was sothing they could not hope to match. Now, they had once again encountered Ye Feng.
Then, they saw Han Zheng beneath Ye Feng’s feet and the chaos around Ye Feng, which seed to remind them of sothing.
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