"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Night wind!"

"You're dead!"

"I was just lying to you!"

"How could I possibly hand over all my assets to you, you little bastard!"

"You've injured me like this, Holy Altar Master, you'll definitely pay the price!"

Upon seeing the figure in the distance, Sampa transformed and became arrogant once again.

boom!

A loud bang came from the distance, and the next second, a figure suddenly landed in the open space thirty meters in front of Ye Feng.

He had a hooked nose, and his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, with a blue gleam in the pupils.

His entire aura was as cold and sinister as a wronged ghost from hell.

"Are you the head of the Nanyang Sacred Altar?" Ye Feng coldly scanned the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Greetings, Lord of the Altar!"

"Kneel down now!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed over and slapped Ye Feng.

Night Wind slapped him across the face, and a terrifying aura swept over him, leaving the man without even a scream.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no trace of its remains!

The middle-aged man's face instantly darkened. He frowned and sized up Ye Feng: "You are Ye Feng!"

"Did you kill so many of my elders who were enshrined at the Nanyang Holy Altar?" the Altar Master said coldly.

"good!"

"I killed him!"

"Those Southeast Asian dogs, kill them if you want!"

"What reason do I need to kill you all?"

The night wind, high above, carried an overwhelming and domineering aura that sent a shiver down the mind of the head of the Nanyang Holy Altar.

A moment later, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha!"

"You've got guts!"

"It's good that you dare to admit it, I was afraid you wouldn't!"

"Tell me, how do you want to die? I can let you choose how you die!"

With a whoosh!

At the Nanyang Altar, a flame suddenly rose from the right palm of the altar master.

The flames emitted a ghostly blue light, as if igniting one's soul.

Ye Feng was slightly taken aback. This flame was somewhat different from others, and his soul actually produced a faint fluctuation.

“This fire can directly attack a person’s soul, no wonder…” Ye Feng immediately understood.

This is probably his most powerful attack method.

If it were an ordinary expert, their soul would likely be annihilated if they were not careful, burned clean by the flames in this person's hand!

Even those at the same level would have little chance of defeating him.

Moreover, the strength of the Master of the Nanyang Sacred Altar is approximately at the sixth level of the Separation and Union Realm.

With this kind of strength, they certainly have the right to be arrogant!

But... unfortunately, he ran into me!

The night breeze smiled faintly: "I'll also let you choose a way to die!"

"Do you want to die kneeling, or lying on the ground and being stomped to death by me?"

Upon hearing this, the altar master's face instantly turned cold: "You little bastard!"

Do you know what you're saying?

"In a moment, I'll let you experience what it feels like to have your soul ignited!"

"I'm going to make you die in extreme agony!"

Swish, swish, swish!

At the same time, dozens of figures formed a huge encirclement, surrounding Ye Feng and his companions.

Chen Shou'an's eyes flickered violently. He had just woken up and was very excited to see Ye Feng again.

I never imagined it would come to this dangerous state!

The master of the Nanyang Holy Altar was so powerful that Chen Shou'an looked up to him in awe.

"Mr. Ye, you should leave now!"

"Bring Patriarch Sun and Madam Sun along!"

"I'll buy you some time!"

With a death wish, Chen Shou'an stepped forward. Previously, he had been forcibly given a mind-altering drug, which had prevented him from mobilizing his internal energy.

Now, his strength has recovered to seventy or eighty percent. Even if he dies, he will buy some time for Ye Feng.

Even just a few seconds will do!

Hearing his words, Ye Feng felt a warmth in his heart. Sure enough, he hadn't been wrong; Chen Shou'an was a person worth befriending.

"Old Master Chen!"

"Move aside, everyone!"

"I'm afraid their blood will splatter on you later!" Ye Feng stepped forward slightly.

"Altar Master! Destroy him!"

"We absolutely cannot let this kid get away!" Sangpa was still shouting frantically from the side.

Several apostles from the Nanyang Temple helped him up from the ground and fed him a pill.

Sampa's body slowly recovered, but even so, he still glared at Ye Feng with intense resentment.

"run?"

"Why run!"

"You all come at me together!"

Arrogant! Overbearing!

"I knew you were arrogant, but I didn't expect you to be this arrogant!"

"Don't think that just because you have some strength, you're qualified to oppose the Nanyang Holy Altar!"

Whoosh! The altar master's body instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the night wind.

His body left trails of afterimages, moving so fast that Chen Shouan couldn't even see it clearly.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. If Chen Shou'an had gone up there, he would probably have been completely annihilated within three seconds.

If you can't even see a person's shadow, how can you fight him?

Night Wind saw clearly the actions of the Nanyang Holy Altar Master.

He didn't even need to look; he could lock onto the other party's aura with just his soul, leaving them with no way to avoid it or escape.

No matter how strong he is, he will be exposed under Ye Feng's powerful divine soul force.

"You little rascal!"

Kneel down!

Boom! A terrifying gust of wind came from behind, and Ye Feng retaliated with a backhand punch.

The altar master of the Nanyang Temple is fast, but the night wind is even faster.

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