On the street.
I don't know when, but everyone has been cleared out.
The place was empty except for Ye Feng.
The wind swept through, swirling up withered yellow leaves and stirring up a desolate atmosphere.
Ye Feng's clothes fluttered in the wind.
He stared intently at the opposite side, where five sports cars were parked about ten meters away from him, emitting a buzzing engine sound.
The air was filled with smoke and dust, and the smell of pungent cooking oil was overwhelming.
The windshield reflected a stark, cold light, behind which were menacing, sinister faces, like bloodthirsty beasts.
These people all carried a sinister and murderous aura, much like the Seven Killings Hall people he had encountered before.
We just raided their stronghold in Haidong a couple of days ago, and they certainly won't let it go.
We were looking for them, but they came rushing over to their deaths.
Suddenly, a steel cable with sharp hooks extended from the front of the chassis of each supercar, slicing through the air with sharp points that could easily pierce even a layer of steel.
Five grappling hooks reached out towards Ye Feng, making a series of sharp, whistling sounds as they cut through the air.
at the same time.
From the dark street corners behind him, more than a dozen martial artists rushed out, brandishing long swords, and headed straight for him.
Being attacked from both sides, it's clear the enemy came prepared.
"kill!"
"Chop this kid up and avenge Old Sha."
"Go to hell!"
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
More than a dozen blade beams slashed down in succession, tearing through the air.
Five sharp grappling hooks, like venomous snakes, were already close behind, carrying a chilling murderous aura.
The opponent's coordination was impeccable. If it were an ordinary martial artist, they probably wouldn't have been able to dodge it and would have died on the spot.
"court death!"
A murderous glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes as he stretched out his large hand and suddenly grabbed the five grappling hooks that were being shot at him.
The five supercars desperately reversed, trying to pull Ye Feng down. The wheels screeched against the ground, emitting thick smoke, and the roar of the engines was deafening.
But Ye Feng seemed to be rooted to the spot, standing motionless.
Suddenly, he shouted and waved his arm, sending five supercars flying into the air.
This scene looks as if someone is waving a rope in the air, with a hard object like a stone or iron block tied to the other end of the rope.
The five people sitting inside the supercar were completely dumbfounded. They were upside down, their heads hitting the steering wheel or the dashboard.
I felt a sudden dizziness, and stars were flashing before my eyes.
Two of the cars were convertibles, and the people inside fell out of the cars, crashing to the ground and suffering head injuries.
For a time, screams and wails filled the air.
Just like a man on the grassland wielding a lasso, Ye Feng gripped the grappling hook and spun five supercars around his head to build up momentum.
Then it slammed down hard on the dozen or so martial artists opposite it.
The supercar, like a bird with wings, roared past.
The sun shines brightly, casting five shadows on the ground.
The dozen or so martial artists behind them were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.
They had never seen anything so amazing before, one person effortlessly throwing five supercars into the air.
Is this even human? It's a monster!
"Run!"
Some reacted quickly and, being at the back of the line, were lucky enough to avoid being hit by the falling vehicle.
But those few who rushed to the very front of the line were in big trouble.
They didn't even have time to react before the supercar was already overhead, leaving them stunned and shrouded in the shadow of death.
The strong wind that swept through them made their scalps tingle.
The next moment.
The supercar crashed down with a bang. The car weighed about one and a half tons, and the force of the fall added up to a terrifying amount.
It was simply beyond the capacity of these Yellow Realm martial artists to withstand.
Then a series of muffled thuds sounded, and the ground trembled violently.
One after another, people were smashed into pieces, and the splattered blood stained the bodies of supercars red.
The car's windows were shattered, mixed with blood, and rolled all over the ground, reflecting bright, scarlet light.
Even the windows of the shops on both sides were shattered.
It's easy to imagine how powerful the impact was.
The martial artists sitting inside the supercar were stunned and dazed, and it took them a long time to recover.
Before they could even climb out of the car, Ye Feng snapped their necks one after another.
Then, Ye Feng walked towards the remaining martial artists behind him, his head slightly lowered, his eyes as cold as blades.
The assassins were so terrified that they didn't have the courage to make a move and turned tail and ran.
Ye Feng chased after them and killed them one by one.
These people might have their parents' blood on their hands, so of course they can't be let go.
At this point, only the last two people remained in the arena.
They were the two people who had just fallen from the supercar in mid-air.
One of them fell headfirst, and his brains splattered out on the spot, killing him instantly.
The last one had a huge bump on his head, bleeding profusely, and was still clinging to life.
But when he saw Ye Feng walking over, he was terrified and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
"Spare me, spare me..."
"This...this is all what our boss told me to do..."
Ye Feng was too lazy to waste words with him, so he placed one hand on his head and used his secret technique—the Soul Searching Technique.
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