"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started, lest something goes wrong!" Zhao Kuanghu said excitedly.

Zhao Yanlong then looked at the two men in black beside him.

Both men in black were elders of the Poison Hand Sect, and both had reached the early stage of the True Essence Realm.

"Make your move! You two attack the building on the left, and Kuanghu and I will attack the building on the right!" Zhao Yanlong said emphatically.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The four of them, like four large, jet-black birds, flew towards the two small buildings in the backyard of the inn.

Zhao Yanlong raised his hand and unleashed a purple palm print, instantly destroying the building on the right. The top two floors were smashed to pieces by his palm strike.

Moreover, the purple smoke from the explosion actually caused the wood to rot!

This indicates that the purple smoke is a poisonous gas, and a very potent one at that!

"Father, your strength has improved again!" Zhao Kuanghu exclaimed in admiration.

"Of course!"

Zhao Yanlong laughed heartily, his face beaming with pride.

The thought of soon obtaining the Heavenly Thunder Sect's cultivation techniques filled Zhao Yanlong with excitement; he could almost see a bright future beckoning him.

Inside the wooden building, Li Qinghong, the sect leader of the Thunderclap Sect, changed his expression drastically and hurriedly shouted to He Shaoling and Guan Mengyu, "Shaoling, take Mengyu and escape from here! I'll cover your retreat!"

"Master, how can we abandon you and run away?" He Shaoling said with a look of grief and indignation.

"Are you an idiot? If you don't leave, all three of us will die here! If you two leave, at least our Heavenly Thunder Sect won't lose its lineage!" Li Qinghong roared.

He Shaoling had no choice but to grit his teeth, grab Guan Mengyu's hand, and prepare to leave with her.

However, Zhao Yanlong and Zhao Kuanghu had already broken in and blocked their way!

"Zhao Kuanghu, I'll fight you to the death!"

He Shaoling roared and charged at Zhao Kuanghu with his bare hands.

However, Zhao Kuanghu laughed and punched He Shaoling, sending him flying backward and spitting out blood!

"He Shaoling, do you think you're qualified to fight me? Do you even have the right?" Zhao Kuanghu said without any politeness.

He Shaoling got up from the ground and, despite the pain in his body, charged towards Zhao Kuanghu again.

Seeing this, Li Qinghong forcibly circulated his internal energy and unleashed a bolt of azure lightning!

However, just as the lightning was about to strike Zhao Kuanghu, it was casually dispersed by Zhao Yanlong.

“Li Qinghong, if you weren’t poisoned, you would be qualified to fight me. But now that the poison has invaded your lungs and internal organs, what do you have to fight me with?” Zhao Yanlong said with a loud laugh.

"Shameless!"

Guan Mengyu gritted her teeth and cursed.

Zhao Yanlong didn't even glance at Guan Mengyu, coldly saying, "Li Qinghong, I advise you to hand over your Heavenly Thunder Sect's cultivation manuals to me. That way, I might consider giving you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll make you three wish you were dead!"

A deep sense of despair welled up in Li Qinghong's heart, and despair also appeared on the faces of He Shaoling and Guan Mengyu.

However, at that moment, a loud bang came from next door.

The group turned their heads and saw that the wooden building next door had suddenly exploded, and two dark figures were sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

Those two men in black, who else could they be but the two elders of the Poison Hand Sect!

Zhao Yanlong's expression changed drastically, and Zhao Kuanghu also showed a look of shock.

"We didn't want to get involved, but since you attacked us first, you can't blame us." A young man's voice came from behind.

When the smoke cleared, Ye Feng and his group appeared in the sight of Zhao Yanlong, Zhao Kuanghu, and Li Qinghong.

A look of joy appeared on Li Qinghong's face, and he hurriedly shouted to Ye Feng, "Please, senior, lend a helping hand. I will repay you handsomely!"

Zhao Yanlong was furious and roared, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Then I'd like to see how you'll be so impolite," Ye Feng said nonchalantly.

Zhao Kuanghu said coldly, "How dare you be so arrogant? Very well, then I'll see what your tricks are all about!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Kuanghu rushed towards Ye Feng, his fists clenched so tightly that they turned purple.

Lei Mingshan glanced at it and said, "Grandmaster, be careful, his fist is poisoned!"

"I can tell."

"Night Breeze said softly."

Zhao Kuanghu had already rushed in front of Ye Feng and punched him hard in the chest and abdomen.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Zhao Kuanghu's face showed a smug look.

But at that moment, Zhao Kuanghu saw a mocking smile appear on Lei Ling's face.

How dare this brat laugh at me?

What makes her so special?!

Zhao Kuanghu thought to himself, and then a look of fear appeared on his face.

Because he clearly saw golden lightning bolts crackling across Ye Feng's body!

A magnificent and boundless aura burst forth from the night wind, sweeping in like a tsunami.

Zhao Kuanghu was already in front of Ye Feng, his fist less than five centimeters away from Ye Feng's chest and abdomen.

But he could never cross those five centimeters again!

Crack!

A burst of golden lightning suddenly erupted, sending Zhao Kuanghu flying backward with a miserable howl.

By the time he landed on the ground, he had become a charred corpse, beyond dead.

"Mad Tiger! Mad Tiger!"

Zhao Yanlong rushed over to help Zhao Kuanghu up from the ground.

But when he got there, he discovered that his son was already dead!

Zhao Yanlong's eyes widened in fury, his expression contorted with rage: "Who are you people?! Why are you interfering in our affairs?! What does this have to do with you?!"

"It's alright. I didn't want to get involved anyway, but why did your people attack us first?" Ye Feng said calmly.

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhao Yanlong felt a surge of intense grief, indignation, and frustration.

If he had known earlier that such a powerful martial arts master as Ye Feng lived in this small building, he would never have allowed those two elders to launch an attack.

But what's the use of regretting it now?

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhao Yanlong roared, and large clumps of purple true energy burst forth from his body.

The next moment, the dense purple true energy formed a ten-zhang-long poisonous dragon, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Ye Feng.

Night Wind raised his right hand and gently tapped it, and golden lightning spread out like a storm.

Thus, the ten-zhang-long poisonous dragon vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

"Is that all you've got?" Ye Feng said with a light laugh.

Li Qinghong was stunned into silence, as were He Shaoling and Guan Mengyu.

They could hardly believe what they were seeing.

It should be noted that Zhao Yanlong, the sect leader of the Poison Hand Sect, is a martial artist in the late stage of the True Yuan Realm. Although he cannot yet dominate the Chaotic Mountains, he is not someone to be trifled with.