"To the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion!"

"Young Master Ye! Just... just the few of us?" Zhao Fu was startled.

Ye Feng didn't answer, but Zhao Fu immediately understood, and the helicopter sped towards Yuncheng.

......

In the grand hall of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, several figures stood side by side. In the very center, seated on the main throne, Xu Cang leisurely held a teacup, savoring the precious tea that his subordinates had brought him.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures rushed in from outside the gate, pushing two other figures along as they hurried in.

Xu Cang glanced at it briefly, then put down his teacup: "Where's that kid's head?"

"Someone from the Blood Fiend Guild will bring that kid's head shortly!"

"What should we do with these two?" The man in black ripped off their hoods.

The figures were none other than Sun Zhonghai and Chen Xinyi. Both were covered in wounds and weak, showing that they had suffered a great deal of abuse.

"Leave no one alive!!!" The Prince of Zhennan's lips curled up slightly.

"Boom!" Just as the two men in black were about to finish off Sun Zhonghai, a helicopter swooped down at low altitude and flew over the head of the Prince of Zhennan.

Hundreds of meters above the ground, Ye Feng remained unfazed and jumped directly from the plane.

"Alert! Alert!" At the same time, the Zhennan Prince's Mansion sounded the alarm.

Thousands of Black Dragon Guards looked up in unison, staring in shock at the figure. An ordinary person jumping from that height would probably be smashed into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

However, the imagined scene did not occur; instead, the concrete floor below was shattered into pieces by a tremendous force.

As the dust settled, a figure emerged from it, his eyes filled with overwhelming killing intent.