The seven groups of assassins were wiped out in an instant.
The seven bright stars hanging overhead flickered a few times before dimming and disappearing.
"Hmph, this is just children playing house; it's no match for them."
Ye Feng waved his hand and withdrew his sword energy.
He walked towards Ma Zhongyong step by step.
Despite killing countless people along the way, Ye Feng remained unstained by blood, enveloped in a faint halo of light.
His black robe fluttered in the wind, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
Ma Zhongyong coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his meridians shattered by the sword energy. He staggered back several steps, looking at Ye Feng with a terrified expression.
"You, you, you have already entered the Martial King realm..."
A single sword strike shattered the Seven Star Sword Formation; even a peak Martial Saint could not achieve that.
Only a martial arts master can do that.
Ye Feng grabbed his neck from a distance and lifted him up like a little chick.
One slap deformed half of his head, making him look like a flattened persimmon.
Ma Zhongyong was so badly beaten that he saw stars, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said viciously.
"Damn it... if you've got the guts, kill me..."
"Hmph, it's not that easy."
Snap!
Another slap, and his neck was broken, his head twisted into a strange shape.
They sealed the opponent's dantian, preventing him from self-destructing.
Then, Ye Feng pressed his large hand on his head and began the Soul Searching Technique.
Having read a large amount of complex information from the other party's mind, all that remained were conspiracies and bloody killings; the Seven Kill Hall was indeed full of bad people.
Ignoring the useless information, Ye Feng quickly retrieved his memories of the Ye family tragedy from years ago...
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