Ye Feng scanned Zhao Tianding's body with his divine sense.
The other person did not have the Black Dragon tattoo of the Hell Organization on their body.
But since his younger brother has videos of their father, it's highly likely that he, as the older brother, knows some inside information.
Zhao Tianding's eyes were filled with terror, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
He could sense that Ye Feng really intended to kill him.
Their strong psychological defenses crumbled instantly, turning into fear.
His former majesty has vanished, and he now resembles a dog, pleading desperately.
"I really don't know what you mean by... cough cough... that kind of leader..."
"No, no, don't kill me..."
"I...I am the Guardian God King, cough cough, I...I haven't enjoyed enough wealth and glory yet, I don't want to die..."
"Ye Feng, please spare my life... I swear I will never dare to seek revenge against you again."
"I really don't know anything about my brother's affairs."
Ye Feng was too lazy to waste words with him. He inserted the Taiyi Golden Needle into the other's body. The sharp golden needle was wrapped in scorching flames, and the bones, muscles and tendons were sizzling as it burned.
Zhao Tianding was covered in smoke, his skin was charred, and soon a smell of burnt meat wafted out.
That kind of excruciating pain far surpasses the pain of having one's bones scraped by a steel knife; it's worse than death.
Zhao Tianding rolled on the ground in pain, bits of charred flesh falling all over his body, his features contorted in agony as he howled in agony.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, please let me go..."
According to Zhao Tianding's confession.
He only vaguely knew that his younger brother, Zhao Tianzhong, seemed to have close ties with monks in the Vatican, a holy city in the West.
On one occasion, he inadvertently witnessed his younger brother having a private conversation with the monks there.
He vaguely remembered that the other person had a two-winged black dragon tattoo on their wrist.
However, Zhao Tianding neither heard the specific content of their private conversation nor paid much attention to it.
After all, he spent most of his time in seclusion cultivating, and he basically didn't concern himself with his younger brother's affairs.
This time, if it weren't for avenging the other party...
He won't leave the pass either.
Ye Feng probed with his divine sense and could clearly feel that the other party's breathing and pulse were stable when he said this, indicating that he was not lying.
Besides, his life was in his own hands, so he didn't have the guts to lie.
Zhao Tianding pleaded weakly, his voice barely audible.
"Ye Feng... I've said everything I needed to say..."
"As for my brother's revenge, I... cough cough... let's settle this now, you should let him go..."
A cold, electric glint flashed in Ye Feng's deep eyes.
"If I release you, how can I give an explanation to the people of my country?"
"Zhao Tianding, since you cannot protect the Great Xia, what use are you?"
After saying that, he was about to strike.
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, a voice came from not far away.
At first glance, it seemed like it was far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of us, whipping up a strong wind.
The newcomer was a short, elderly man, skinny and emaciated, with a sallow complexion.
However, his hands were exceptionally large, twice the size of an average person's, resembling iron rakes.
Each finger was like it was cast from black iron, gleaming with a chilling light; it must have been trained in some kind of supernatural power, like Eagle Claw Kung Fu.
The gaunt old man spoke expressionlessly, his face ashen and sallow.
"Ye Feng, Zhao Tianding is a member of my Zhao family. You have no right to kill him."
"Release them immediately, or you will be at odds with the entire Zhao family."
The cultivation fluctuations emanating from this person indicate that they are at the ninth rank of Martial King.
Behind him followed three peak eighth-grade Martial Kings, staring at Ye Feng with unfriendly expressions.
Knowing he was no match for Ye Feng, the gaunt old man didn't dare to act rashly. Instead, he brought out the entire Zhao family, hoping to overwhelm Ye Feng.
Zhao Tianding seemed to have grasped at a straw.
"Elder Eagle... save me..."
"Young master, don't worry, this old servant will definitely save you."
"Ye Feng, why don't you release him right now? Do you really want to make an enemy of the entire Zhao family?"
"The Zhao family's wealth and resources far exceed your imagination."
"Release them immediately!"
Eagle Elder gave a stern rebuke, his eyes narrowed, and his tone suddenly became harsh.
Jiang Yinuo, holding a large iron spear, strode over with her two long, powerful legs. Her ponytail swayed behind her head as she leaned close to Ye Feng's ear and whispered something.
"Xiaofeng, the Zhao family is an ancient martial arts family located deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Their overall strength is even superior to that of the ancient martial arts Lin family."
Click!
Ye Feng snapped Zhao Tianding's neck and threw him at the feet of the gaunt old man like a dead dog.
"Take his body and get out of here."
The gaunt old man was horrified and stared at Ye Feng with venomous resentment.
"Ye Feng, you...you damned bastard, how dare you kill the young master! You're dead..."
Snap!
Jiang Yinuo raised her hand and slapped the other person, causing half of his old face to swell up like a purple eggplant.
"How dare you threaten my junior brother!"
"You old bastard, do you want to die?"
Although the Zhao family has a profound foundation in ancient martial arts, the Jiang family is also an ancient martial arts family with a long history that is in no way inferior to that of the Zhao family.
The resentment in the gaunt old man's eyes intensified.
"The young master is dead, and we cannot return to report."
"Let's die together."
Before he finished speaking, the old man ignited more than a dozen spirit explosive bombs. He and the three eighth-rank martial artists behind him, carrying a total of nearly a hundred spirit explosive bombs, formed a triangular formation and surrounded the two of them as they charged forward.
The three people's bodies seemed to inflate like balloons filled with air, and their robes were shattered.
The surrounding air currents surged wildly, becoming extremely violent; it was about to self-destruct.
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