According to the Chen family rules, Chen Huai-ren deserves to be executed for his crimes!
But this was his own son, and Chen Shouan's right hand remained suspended in mid-air for a long time.
If that palm strike were to land, given his strength, Chen Huai-ren would be instantly crushed into a pile of mud.
But Chen Shou'an couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Get out!"
"From this day forward, you shall be expelled from the Chen family!"
"Leave Cloud City and never appear before me again!"
"Otherwise! We will not let you off lightly!"
Chen Shou'an shouted sternly, his powerful aura causing Chen Huai'ren to fall to the ground in fright.
"dad!"
"No! Spare me!"
"I know I was wrong! Please give me another chance!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Chen Huai-ren lay prostrate on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
Zakun sneered: "President Chen!"
"If the Chen family can't tolerate you, why don't you just join my Nanyang Holy Altar without hesitation!"
"Come here! After I kill him, you'll still be the head of the Chen family!"
Zakun didn't take Chen Huai-ren seriously at all.
His aura was similar to mine, but there were four Southeast Asian masters here.
Chen Shouan alone is no match for him!
With just a flick of his finger, he could make Chen Shou'an die without a burial place.
Several Southeast Asian masters were extremely arrogant, displaying mocking expressions.
"A sorcerer from Southeast Asia! He actually set up a Yin-gathering formation in my Chen family!"
"You're going to sacrifice hundreds of my Chen family members alive!"
"So vicious!"
"I, Chen Shou'an, am sworn enemies with you Southeast Asian sorcerers!"
"Whoosh!"
Chen Shouan charged straight at Zakun like a bolt of lightning.
The wind from his palm raged, billowing his robes, and his powerful aura made it hard for the Chen family members to breathe.
With a single palm strike, Su Charlie's eyes widened in shock.
"You're asking for it!"
Zakun was equally unyielding, striking out with a palm towards Chen Shou'an. As their palms collided, a loud bang resounded through the air.
Chen Shouan and Zakun were both sent flying backwards at the same time.
No one was hurt by that palm strike!
Chen Shouan looked shocked; these Southeast Asian masters were indeed incredibly powerful.
His palm strike failed to injure Zakun.
"Hehehe!"
"Attack together! Kill him!"
At Zha Kun's command, the two grandmasters attacked Chen Shou'an simultaneously.
At this moment, a figure suddenly stepped forward and blocked Chen Shou'an's path.
"Old Master Chen, you should get some rest!"
"I'll handle these ants!"
As the night breeze blew out, Chen Shou'an immediately felt the pressure disappear, and his face lit up with joy.
These Southeast Asian masters were like ants in front of Ye Feng; they were no match for him at all.
"Kid! Who are you?"
"If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"
A grandmaster glared menacingly at the night wind.
Where did this kid come from? How dare he stop them from killing people at the Nanyang Holy Altar!
Zakun also looked puzzled. How dare a young man in his twenties block their way?
"You want to die too?"
Zakun looked Yefeng up and down, releasing his divine sense, but he couldn't sense Yefeng's cultivation level.
Three seconds later, Zakun revealed a carefree smile.
It seems that the gap between this kid and himself is too great; he can't even sense the difference in the kid's cultivation level.
A young man in his early twenties, only at the Body Tempering Realm!
"Kill him!"
Zakun's expression was calm, as if he were making an announcement.
Upon hearing this, the leading grandmaster clenched his fist.
boom!
He threw a punch at the night wind, and a gust of wind rose from the Chen Family Ancestral Hall.
Night Wind also threw a punch to meet the attack.
"Is this kid looking for death?"
"Can he withstand that punch?"
Countless members of the Chen family, including Zakun and the grandmaster, believed that Ye Feng was courting death.
What is a young man in his twenties doing if he dares to take a punch from a grandmaster head-on? He's either courting death or something.
That punch would instantly turn this kid into a pulp.
Zakun shook his head with a smile. Are all the younger generation in China this arrogant?
What did he take the Southeast Asian masters for?
With a deafening roar, before anyone could react, the grandmaster's expression changed drastically.
"you......"
Before he could even be shocked or horrified, a terrifying force, with overwhelming force, entered his body.
With a "bang," his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Blood mixed with bits of flesh fell down, splattering onto Zakun and Suchar, turning them into blood-soaked figures.
"How is that possible?"
Zakun was taken aback, while Suchar was terrified.
"You're a grandmaster too?"
"No... who exactly are you?"
Zakun is talking nonsense. You should know that the Southeast Asian master just now was at the peak of the sixth level of the Kaiyuan Realm.
Ye Feng's punch blasted him into pieces!
Just how powerful is Ye Feng?
Even he himself could never do that!
Zakun's expression turned extremely solemn, and the other two grandmasters subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at Ye Feng with wary expressions.
"Mr. Zakun, this kid is terrifying!"
"Let's attack together!"
They no longer dared to charge forward!
"snort!"
"What have we at the Nanyang Sacred Altar ever feared? Kid, why don't you hurry up and state your name?"
"Once my Nanyang Holy Altar has thoroughly investigated your background, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
With the behemoth that is the Nanyang Sacred Altar behind him, Zakun has absolutely nothing to fear as long as he doesn't confront the ancient martial arts sects of the Dragon Kingdom.
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