Ye Feng was taken aback.
Zhan Chunqiu was a master from over a thousand years ago who single-handedly created the glorious history of the Beast Taming Sect.
He died a long time ago.
roar--
Suddenly, a ferocious roar came from outside, and the earth trembled violently.
Dust kept falling from the roof beams.
An overwhelming pressure of death swept in.
Then came a huge wild boar, its entire body jet black, with bristles as sharp as steel needles.
It was as big as a small mountain, and slowly walked towards us. It had two sharp fangs at the corners of its mouth, several meters long, like scimitars, and white breath spewed from its nostrils.
Two large, bloodthirsty eyes, like red lanterns, shot out a fierce light, staring intently at Ye Feng as if he were an ant.
A huge hoof pounded the ground relentlessly, crushing the hard paving stones and causing the earth to tremble.
On the back of the wild boar sat cross-legged an old man in a black robe with a gaunt face and a gloomy gaze.
His entire body was deathly still, like an old ghost that had just crawled out of a grave. His old face, covered with wrinkles like withered tree bark, was covered with dense runes.
The way they looked at Ye Feng was as if he were an inanimate object; the powerful aura emanating from him was suffocating.
Wu Qingfeng's eyes were filled with deep apprehension.
But he still stood firmly in front of Ye Feng, without fear, his voice resolute.
"If you want to kill the young master, you'll have to step over my dead body first."
Zhan Chunqiu sat cross-legged on the back of the wild boar, looking down at the world like a god, and spoke in a calm voice.
"You mere ants dare to be so arrogant in front of me."
Beside him, Wang Buping also shouted loudly.
"Senior Zhan, kill them to avenge your disciple Huang Wenbing."
"kill!"
Zhan Chunqiu patted the big black wild boar he was sitting on.
roar--
The large black boar roared to the sky, spread its four hooves, and charged at Ye Feng, stirring up a violent, foul gust of wind.
Like a moving steel fortress, the earth trembled incessantly beneath its feet.
"Young Master, I'll hold this beast off, you must go..."
Wu Qingfeng rushed forward without hesitation.
Whoosh!
However, Ye Feng was faster than him, moving like lightning as he passed the giant wild boar.
A chilling sword light flashed in mid-air.
Ye Feng stopped in the courtyard, standing in the center, his black robe fluttering in the wind.
The large black wild boar charged forward a short distance before crashing to the ground, creating a large crater and kicking up dust.
The huge pig's head was cleanly chopped off, rolled a long way away, and blood gushed out.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Zhan Chunqiu leaped into the air, spreading his arms, his black robes billowing like a giant bat. He let out an angry roar and pounced down at Ye Feng below.
"You brat, die!"
Ye Feng's spiritual energy transformed into a giant palm print, which slammed down across the sky, accompanied by boundless gales.
He immediately sent Zhan Chunqiu flying, breaking countless bones in his body.
Enraged, Zhan Chunqiu struggled to get up from the ground, intending to use the Beast Taming Technique to summon more ferocious beasts to devour Ye Feng.
Click—
Before the other party could even cast a spell, Ye Feng reached out and ripped off their head, causing blood to spurt high from their neck cavity.
They secretly used a soul-searching technique, but unfortunately, they found no valuable information.
Within the other party's sea of consciousness, everything was in a state of confusion and chaos.
It turns out this was just a clone; no wonder it was so trash.
With the abilities of this clone, it was simply impossible to summon an old turtle that had cultivated for eight hundred years.
The true form of Zhan Chunqiu did not appear.
This person is extremely cunning and treacherous; even through this clone, it is impossible to pinpoint the exact location of the true body.
Afterwards, Wang Buping's eyes were filled with fear, and he kept begging for mercy.
He had thought that Zhan Chunqiu would be able to kill Ye Feng, but he never expected that he would be no match for him and was killed instantly as soon as he appeared on stage.
"Young Master, please, have mercy and spare me. What happened back then... it was all because of that mysterious leader who made me do it..."
The other person was crying and pleading with tears streaming down their face.
Ye Feng remained unmoved, his expression cold, and grabbed his head with his large hand, using the Soul Searching Technique.
He deliberately performed the process very slowly, amplifying the pain hundreds of times, as if he were suffering numerous hellish tortures.
"Ah... Young Master, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything..."
Wang Buping let out a shrill scream, his whole body convulsing and trembling in pain, until he could no longer speak.
Soon, Ye Feng obtained an important piece of information from his mind.
The mysterious leader has actually sent people to Haidong to dig up his parents' graves, hoping to find the secret to becoming an immortal.
The most immoral thing to do in this world is undoubtedly to dig up someone else's ancestral grave.
"court death!"
Ye Feng shot out two terrifying beams of lightning from his eyes, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and he crushed Wang Buping's head with a single squeeze.
Standing nearby, Wu Qingfeng couldn't help but shiver and took two steps back in fright.
There was no time to lose; Ye Feng had to rush back to Haidong immediately.
Without any concealment, he informed Wu Qingfeng that the mysterious leader had already sent people to Haidong to dig up his parents' graves.
"Uncle Wu, I must return to Haidong immediately."
“We must never let those people from the Hell Organization dig up our parents’ graves. From now on, you are the leader of the Hong Kong Martial Arts Alliance, and I am your direct superior.”
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