Upon seeing Yang Kejiang, Hu Sanguang reacted as if he had grasped a lifeline and shouted loudly.
"Deputy Director Yang, help! Help!"
"Boy, I am Yang Kejiang, the deputy director of the Martial Arts Management Division of Jiangnan Prefecture. I have been ordered to arrest you. Now I command you to release Magistrate Hu immediately and then obediently surrender..."
"Snap!"
Ye Feng snapped Hu Sanguang's neck and threw her body in front of Yang Kejiang, speaking as if nothing had happened.
"The Martial Arts Management Division is so powerful? In my eyes, it's nothing but a fart."
I advise you not to mess with me.
Yang Kejiang was both shocked and furious, staring at Ye Feng in disbelief, his eyes bloodshot.
"You brat, you even dare to kill an official of the imperial court."
"Are you trying to rebel?"
Ye Feng sneered.
“I killed him to rid the people of a scourge. This kind of trash is not fit to be an official at all.”
"presumptuous!"
"So noisy!"
Ye Feng struck out with his palm, instantly turning Yang Kejiang into a bloody mist.
As a second-grade martial artist of the Profound Realm, he was slapped to death before he could even say two words.
Yang Kejiang's men were terrified, their faces drained of color, and they fled in panic.
Frankly speaking, the life level of martial artists is far inferior to that of cultivators.
If we had to give a definition to a martial artist...
That martial artist must be a weakened version of a cultivator.
This is Ye Feng's initial assessment of martial artists.
Therefore, these people are all ants in front of Ye Feng.
Afterwards, Ye Feng called Fatty Situ and asked him to come and finish up, mainly to transport the antiques that Hu Sanguang had received back to the cultural relics museum intact.
After all, those things belonged to the Ye family.
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