"So that's how it is," Zhao Xuemeng said with a smile.
The young man was panting heavily, looking as exhausted as a dead dog.
He turned around and glared at Ye Feng, roaring, "So it was you who gave her the protective artifact! Kid, you motherfucker..."
Night Wind slapped him across the face.
This young man was just an ordinary person, so Ye Feng did not use his true energy.
Even with just a simple slap, Ye Feng sent the guy flying backward, lying on the ground groaning in pain with blood streaming from his mouth and nose.
"Is he alright?" Zhao Xuemeng asked.
Although she had just been teased and harassed by this young man, Zhao Xuemeng was very angry.
But she didn't want anyone to die.
"Don't worry, he's fine. I'm very restrained," Ye Feng said calmly.
Hearing this, Zhao Xuemeng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
After a while, the young man finally got up from the ground, staggering, and ran outside.
"You just wait, I'll get someone to beat you up right now. If you've got guts, stay here and don't run away!" The young man ran outside and shouted at the night wind.
“I’ll only wait five minutes,” Ye Feng said calmly.
The young man returned just three or four minutes after leaving, followed by about ten other young men.
The leader was a young man with long red hair and a blood-red tattoo on his face.
Upon seeing the red-haired man, Ye Feng noticed a trace of true energy fluctuation emanating from him.
“This person is a martial artist,” Ye Feng said.
Zhao Xuemeng's heart jumped into her throat immediately, and she hurriedly asked, "What realm is he at?"
"Just the Qi Movement Realm," Ye Feng said nonchalantly.
Hearing Ye Feng say that it was only the Qi Movement Realm, Zhao Xuemeng's heart, which had been pounding, calmed down.
"Red-haired guy, this is the guy who hit me! It was him!"
The young man who had just been slapped away by Ye Feng pointed at Ye Feng and shouted angrily.
Then the redhead walked over arrogantly and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
Two blood-red broadswords were crossed on the chest of the red-haired youth, making him look very imposing.
"The Blood Blade Society! They're from the Blood Blade Society!" Zhao Xuemeng exclaimed in surprise.
Even without Zhao Xuemeng's explanation, Ye Feng knew what kind of organization Blood Blade was.
To put it bluntly, the Blood Blade Society is actually a gang of thugs backed by martial artists, with its headquarters at the Blood Blade Nightclub in downtown Nanyang City.
The Blood Blade Society was founded ten years ago by a True Essence Realm martial artist nicknamed Old Chen the Knife.
This guy, relying on his martial arts skills, came to Nanyang and established the Blood Blade Society to seize territory. Over time, it developed into a rogue group that committed all sorts of evil deeds.
However, Chen Laodao was very clever and would never provoke people she couldn't afford to offend, so the Blood Blade Society had a bad reputation in Nanyang, but it never caught the attention of those big shots.
To put it bluntly, the Blood Blade Society is just a small organization formed by a group of bullies who huddle together for mutual support.
This time, Blood Blade Society has really messed with Night Wind; they've really kicked a hornet's nest.
"You dare to hit even members of our Blood Blade Society? You have some nerve!"
The red-haired man approached Ye Feng step by step, his body surging with true energy, seemingly trying to intimidate him with his martial arts prowess.
Night Wind didn't take this guy seriously at all, and simply said, "Sorry, I've always been this bold."
"Kid, you're arrogant, but arrogance requires corresponding strength," the red-haired man sneered.
"Then you can test whether I have the ability," Ye Feng said with a smile.
"Alright, since you've put it that way, I'll give it a try!"
As soon as the red-haired man finished speaking, he threw a punch, which was imbued with internal energy.
However, his punch did not cause any harm to Ye Feng. Instead, the force of the recoil made Ye Feng stagger back several steps!
The red-haired man's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Ye Feng with a shocked expression: "You...who are you?"
"Who I am is none of your business," Ye Feng said bluntly.
"Big...Big Brother..."
The red-haired man stammered, saying that he had punched Ye Feng but hadn't caused any damage, not even shattering Ye Feng's protective aura. He already knew that the man in front of him was a martial artist far superior to himself.
But Ye Feng interrupted him directly: "What are you calling me, big brother? Who's your big brother? You just punched me, now it's my turn to punch you."
Night Wind said coldly, and threw a punch.
Ye Feng's punch used only a small amount of true energy; he didn't even unleash one percent of his full strength.
However, his punch shattered the red-haired man's protective aura, sending him flying backward and crashing into the wall, coughing up blood.
"And you guys, weren't you here to beat me up? Come on, why are you too scared to come at me?" Ye Feng sneered.
The Blood Blade Society members looked at each other, their faces ashen, none daring to fight Night Wind.
"If you don't attack me, I'll attack you!"
Ye Feng laughed loudly and pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain, knocking all the young men to the ground in a few moves.
At this moment, all of them were filled with regret. If they had known that Ye Feng was so powerful, they would never have come to cause trouble for him.
But what's the use of regretting it now?
Zhao Xuemeng, watching Ye Feng unleash his power and take down all the young men, felt an immense sense of satisfaction!
At the same time, a strange feeling arose in her heart, and she stared straight at Ye Feng with her beautiful eyes, unable to take her gaze away from him.
The red-haired man spat out another mouthful of blood, glaring at Ye Feng with resentment: "You...you shouldn't be so arrogant. Your promise to me is nothing. If you're so capable, why don't you fight our guild leader! Our Blood Blade Guild leader is a True Yuan Realm martial artist. I don't believe you can beat him!"
"Since you put it that way, then fine, lead the way now, I'll go meet your guild leader." Ye Feng revealed a bright smile.
Then Ye Feng looked at Zhao Xuemeng and asked, "Sister Xuemeng, are you going?"
Zhao Xuemeng was not about to miss out on such a good show, so she quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I'll go with you!"
So Ye Feng and Zhao Xuemeng left the restaurant with the Blood Blade Society members and strode towards the Blood Blade Nightclub.
Soon, they arrived at the Blood Knife Nightclub.
As soon as they entered the nightclub lobby, a female server approached them and said, "Please come in, gentlemen. May I ask who you are..."
"Bring your boss out here," Ye Feng said.
"What? You want to see our boss? What are you here for?" the waitress asked warily.
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