Last time in Taiwan, he killed You Tanzhi, the head of the Seven Killings Hall.
However, their old lair on the Netherworld Island of the Senluo Hell Continent still exists.
These people must have all come from over there.
The Ye family was brutally wiped out, and the Seven Killings Hall was a direct participant, killing many of their clansmen. The deaths of Ye's parents were also related to them.
Therefore, Ye Feng showed no mercy and used ruthless methods to deal with these people.
Often, a single punch would shatter a martial arts master into pieces, turning him into puffs of blood mist.
Blood mist filled the old forest. Ye Feng walked forward, shrouded in the blood mist, his long hair dancing wildly, like a blood-soaked demon god, yet his robe remained spotless.
He locked his gaze on the bald, burly man not far ahead and cleaved several arrows fired at him with a swift motion.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he unleashed a sword aura that pierced the air, instantly severing the bald, muscular man's entire arm and left shoulder.
If it weren't for wanting to find out his father's whereabouts from him, he would have killed him with a single sword stroke long ago.
"ah……"
The bald, burly man let out a scream, glared venomously at Ye Feng, turned and disappeared into the bushes.
However, he already carries a divine imprint of Ye Feng on his body, so he can be found no matter where he goes.
"Ye Feng!"
Suddenly, an old voice came from above.
In front of them, on a large tree, stood an old Taoist priest with white hair, his hands behind his back, his body swaying gently with the branches.
The Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, exuding an air of otherworldly refinement.
At this moment, more than twenty old Taoist priests appeared, standing on the surrounding trees, and surrounded Ye Feng.
The positions in which each of them stood were carefully chosen.
Including the white-haired old Taoist priest, there were a total of twenty-eight people.
The position each person stands in is significant, subtly incorporating Taoist principles, and is arranged according to the twenty-eight constellations in the sky.
The dozen or so Seven Kill Hall assassins who had fled at the mere mention of his name also stopped and turned around to look at Ye Feng with ill intent.
This was a trap they set to kill.
Ostensibly, it was to cover for the bald, burly man, but in reality, it was to lure Ye Feng over.
The bald, burly man also stopped fleeing. His severed arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he grinned maliciously at Ye Feng.
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