Taiwan, the Great Xia.
Ye Feng led his Blood Mist Sect to wreak havoc on all sides.
Those numerous smaller nations that were dependent on the United States were utterly routed and fled in panic.
"Hurry, run!"
At this moment, Rumba was sitting in a modified Hummer SUV, constantly urging the driver on.
Sitting next to him were several key members of martial arts alliances from countries such as the United States and South Korea.
Since Ye Feng had killed the leader of these people's alliance, they naturally dared not linger in battle.
The Hummer SUV smashed its way through the battlefield and fled in panic toward the exit.
People were constantly being knocked into the air.
Among them are many loyal followers of the United States.
The car tires, stained with blood, left two shocking long tracks on the ground.
"Sect Leader Ye, Lunba is trying to escape. I'm taking men to..."
Before Yue Chaoqun could take any action, Ye Feng had already transformed into a streak of light and chased after the direction the SUV had fled.
That lightning-fast speed left Yue Chaoqun far behind, and he exclaimed in admiration.
"With the Heavenly God Ye in Great Xia, what worries could there be about its prosperity!"
Soon, the SUV escaped from the stadium.
Lumba turned his head in alarm to look behind the car, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Feng was not chasing after him.
My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Ye Feng is terrifying. His skills are so frightening, it's like the Grim Reaper has descended and is slaughtering people.
For a long time to come, I'm destined to be so scared that I can't sleep at night.
Of course, it seems unlikely that he will have that opportunity now.
creak—
The SUV braked suddenly and came to a stop, causing the people inside to stumble and nearly fall out of the windows.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
Rumba covered his head and cursed.
"Grand Master, ahead, ahead, ahead..."
The driver pointed ahead, his face filled with terror, too frightened to speak.
A young man in black robes stood across the middle of the road, the sword in his hand flashing like a snake, his long hair moving without wind.
"Rumba, get off the bus and prepare to die."
Ye Feng's voice was even colder than the blade of the sword in his hand.
A chilling killing intent instantly spread out.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, instantly plummeting to freezing point.
The people inside the car felt a bone-chilling cold.
"You guys go down and kill him."
Without any hesitation, Rumba kicked several of his underlings out of the car, showing absolutely no leadership qualities, and urged the driver to hurry up.
"Drive quickly, hurry up!"
Ye Feng strode over, and with a wave of his hand, his sleeves fluttered, instantly killing those men.
Then, he slashed at the off-road vehicle with his sword.
Wherever the sword's edge passed, the off-road vehicle was cleaved in two.
The cross-section is smooth and flat.
A figure rolled out of the car; it was Rumba.
At this moment, he looked panicked and his pants were wet. He knelt down in front of Ye Feng and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Ye Feng, please, spare my life..."
"Everything can be discussed. Please, please don't kill me. At worst, I won't let you sign that compensation clause..."
Snap!
Ye Feng slapped Lunba across the face, sending him flying backward and dislocating his jaw.
He walked over, stepped on his head, and looked down at him coldly.
"If you can't beat them, you beg for mercy. Aren't you Americans so arrogant? You dream of dominating the earth and calling yourselves the earth's overlords."
"Now show me how awesome you are, show me how you dominate."
Click!
Ye Feng pushed off with his foot, and a crack immediately appeared on Rumba's head, splitting open from his ear to the top of his head, like a watermelon splitting open, with blood gushing out and staining his hair and collar red.
Half of his head was stomped into the ground, leaving only a bloody back of his head exposed.
"ah……"
Rumba let out a shrill scream, his whole body trembling violently like a bedbug.
A dignified Martial Saint at the peak of the sixth rank was unable to muster the slightest power to resist.
Ye Feng's aura was too powerful.
His spiritual energy was being suppressed, and his meridians snapped repeatedly, like fragile rubber bands.
"Please, please don't kill me..."
Rumba clung to Ye Feng's trouser leg, pleading desperately, showing none of the imposing presence of the Global Martial Arts Alliance's leader; he was more like a stray dog.
This scene was broadcast live via satellite to all parts of the world.
The people of Great Xia celebrated with joy.
"That's great! Ye Tianshen is mighty and domineering, slaughtering those Americans!"
"This Rumba used to be very arrogant. Relying on his position as the Grand Master of the Global Martial Arts Alliance, he often humiliated our Great Xia martial artists in public."
"That's right. Before, when our Great Xia was bullied, we didn't dare to confront them head-on, except for strong condemnation. But now, Ye Tianshen has appeared out of nowhere and is making the American devils scream in pain."
"No amount of condemnation can compare to the power of a fist."
"That's right. A weak nation has no diplomacy, and backwardness invites aggression. In the past century, haven't we, the people of Great Xia, suffered enough aggression?"
"Let us announce to the world that our Great Xia has stood up!"
"The people of Great Xia are not to be trifled with!"
The Chinese people are thrilled.
The whole country is celebrating.
The vast land is filled with jubilation.
On the contrary.
The United States' smaller neighboring countries are shrouded in gloom and despair.
First, the country of Black Grapes announced the cancellation of its plan for a three-day national holiday.
It is said that their prime minister was so angry that he smashed the television.
Spain lost interest in continuing its nationwide bullfighting tournament and announced its cancellation midway through.
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