This sudden turn of events instantly shocked all the prominent families in Haicheng present.
"Today is a joyous day for Master Zhao, yet someone has come to cause trouble?"
"Where did this arrogant brat come from! Daring to kill someone in front of Master Zhao?"
Countless figures stared in shock at that face, but soon they burst into laughter.
"It seems someone is trying to challenge the authority of a Grandmaster. I've seen plenty of people like that!"
"In a moment, I'm afraid I'll become another victim of Master Zhao!"
In martial arts competitions, there are injuries and deaths. Zhao Wuji's name is known not only in Haicheng, but also throughout the entire Nanjiang region.
Countless challengers had died at Zhao Wuji's hands in the past, and they all thought Ye Feng was there to challenge them, so they all looked at him with disdain.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit with a sallow complexion walked out of the main hall of the Zhao family.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that he exuded a domineering aura, and his powerful inner strength was revealed unintentionally. Just standing there, he gave people a suffocating sense of oppression.
The man spotted the night wind at the door from afar: "Kid! Today is my big day. If you have something to say, we can talk about it after today!"
"If you don't come out, I will slaughter your entire Zhao family today!" The icy voice reached Zhao Wuji's ears.
These words sent shivers down the spines of countless guests. How could this young man be so arrogant? He actually dared to boast of slaughtering the entire Zhao family?
"Hahaha! I, Zhao, have no children, no parents, and no relatives. I am all alone!"
"If you want to slaughter, then come and slaughter me!"
What a boastful tone! If it weren't for today's joyous occasion, Zhao Wuji would have rushed out and killed this brat long ago, but today, he really didn't want to spoil the fun.
The dozen or so guards at the entrance all gave a cold laugh. This kid really thinks this place is something special.
"You dare to come looking for death? Today I'll cripple you on behalf of my master!"
These people are all disciples of Zhao Wuji. Because Zhao Wuji has entered the realm of Grandmaster, the Zhao family's threshold has been worn down by people.
Every day, countless people come to his door, wanting to become Zhao Wuji's disciples.
They were all the same age, and Ye Feng was just a kid who hadn't even grown a full beard yet, so naturally no one paid him any attention.
The dozen or so martial artists surged towards Ye Feng like a tidal wave, all wanting to take him down and impress Zhao Wuji.
However, Ye Feng slightly raised his hand, and more than a dozen steel needles flew out. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen martial artists fell to the ground like wheat being cut down by a knife.
Blood stained the ground, and the heart of the wealthy family in Haicheng felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something.
Before he even made a move, he had already killed more than a dozen people. This kid is truly a killing god.
"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" The shout instantly scared away dozens of people.
Ye Feng stepped into the Zhao family compound. The compound was brightly decorated, but the silks and satins looked as if they were stained with blood in Ye Feng's eyes.
Some people were still unwilling to give up and rushed towards Ye Feng, but they fell one by one. Finally, Ye Feng stood ten meters away from Zhao Wuji.
Behind him lay a pile of corpses, and a terrifying atmosphere completely enveloped the Zhao family.
Only then did Zhao Wuji realize something was wrong: "Kid? What exactly do you want?"
Ye Feng's face was somewhat unfamiliar; Zhao Wuji was confident that he had never seen this kid before.
However, the terrifying aura of the night wind subtly suppressed Zhao Wuji, and even the protective qi in his body couldn't help but leak out.
The overwhelming sense of oppression made Zhao Wuji's heart tremble violently.
"The Ye family of Longcheng, Ye Feng!" Ye Feng spoke coldly.
In an instant, Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted: "You're from the Ye family?"
"Impossible, the Ye family members are all dead!"
Zhao Wuji took several steps back. The Grandmaster of Haicheng was now being forced to retreat repeatedly by a young man.
Countless scions of wealthy families and powerful figures in Haicheng were all greatly shocked, as they had just thought Ye Feng had come to his death.
At this moment, he was so frightened by his bloodshot eyes that he trembled all over and dared not speak.
"All dead? I am the last surviving member of the Ye family who wasn't killed by you back then!"
"Was it you who killed my parents?" Ye Feng questioned.
From Zhao Wuji's tone, Ye Feng finally realized that he was also a murderer back then. He never expected that an assassin stained with the blood of the Ye family would live such a carefree and happy life.
They've already been treated too kindly to live a few more years.
Just as Ye Feng was about to make his move, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. The figure looked to be around thirty years old.
Wearing a long robe and carrying a sword, the young man stared at Ye Feng, his face icy cold, and said, "Boy, you dare to cause trouble on my uncle's joyous day? You're tired of living!"
"Kneel down now, cut off your own hands, and I'll ask my uncle to spare your dog's life!"
Zhao Yuanshuang looked at Ye Feng as if he were a dead man. He was Zhao Wuji's nephew and had recently cultivated sword energy.
Zhao Yuanshuang practices ancient martial arts and is the most talented disciple in the Zhao family. Zhao Wuji even predicted that Zhao Yuanshuang's achievements would surpass his own in a few decades.
This one sentence attracted countless wealthy second-generation heirs from Haicheng to show their goodwill towards Zhao Yuanshuang.
Zhao Yuanshuang had long considered herself the number one among the younger generation, and Ye Feng didn't even bother to glance at her.
These scruffy fellows don't even deserve to be asked to do anything.
Seeing that Ye Feng completely ignored her, Zhao Yuanshuang became furious, raised her long sword, and thrust it at Ye Feng.
"Yuan Shuang, stop!" Zhao Wuji tried to stop her, but it was too late.
He had just thoroughly examined Ye Feng, and the internal energy within Ye Feng's body was as terrifying as an abyss.
In ancient martial arts cultivation, even those at the same level can have vastly different skills depending on their techniques.
Now, Zhao Wuji, with his mid-stage Kaiyuan strength, is already unmatched among heroes, yet he cannot see through Ye Feng at all.
"Since you're courting death, I'll send you on your way!"
Ye Feng stretched out his fingers and easily pinched the tip of Zhao Yuanshuang's sword with two fingers, and a crisp "clang" was heard.
The sword, forged from fine iron, was snapped in two by the night wind, much to Zhao Yuanshuang's alarm.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng's sword pierced through the void, instantly slicing open Zhao Yuanshuang's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Zhao Wuji.
One move, and Haicheng's number one prodigy is dead!
"You...you killed Yuan Shuang!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Wuji could no longer hold back and roared hysterically.
Countless disciples from aristocratic families, witnessing this horrifying scene, were utterly terrified and retreated in fear.
"This kid is also a Grandmaster!!!"
In the chaos, someone spoke up, and everyone's attention was once again focused on Ye Feng.
"You die too!" Night Wind threw a punch.
Zhao Wuji's body exploded like an inflated balloon, shattering into pieces with a loud bang, and blood splattered everywhere.
The Zhao family was filled with terror and screams as the figure left the Zhao family. No one dared to stop him or block his way.
From then on, Haicheng had no more Grandmaster Zhao Wuji.
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On the other side, Liu Qishan had just left the Zhennan Prince's mansion when the Zhennan Prince received a message.
"What did you say? Zhao Wuji is dead?" The Prince of Zhennan listened to the voice on the phone in shock.
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