Haidong suburbs.
The Seven Killings Hall's headquarters is a five-story building.
It looks quite old, with mottled exterior walls, many places where the mosaic tiles have fallen off, and the walls are densely covered with vines.
A worn-out sign with peeling paint hangs outside the door.
International maritime trade.
Of course, this is just a front for external purposes.
now.
In the dimly lit living room on the first floor of the small building.
A burly man was playing mahjong with several of his men around a table.
The room was filled with smoke and fumes.
"Big brother, something bad has happened."
A subordinate rushed in, glanced at the glamorous woman in the burly man's arms, swallowed hard, and felt a pang of envy.
The burly man seemed not to hear, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"Self-touching..."
"I won! Haha!"
He pushed the cards in front of him over, then slowly stood up from the sofa, exhaled a smoke ring, and asked.
"Pheasant, what's wrong? Why are you in such a panic? What kind of behavior is this?"
The pheasant quickly replied.
"Brother, we've lost contact with Scarface and the others."
"Will something happen?"
The burly man asked, puzzled.
"That shouldn't be the case."
Scarface is skilled at scheming and has tricked many people to their deaths.
He himself was a seventh-grade Yellow Realm martial artist, and he was surrounded by so many people. Even if that kid was powerful, he was no match for him.
But unless something unexpected happens, they shouldn't be unable to be contacted.
Just as the burly man was filled with doubt and uncertainty...
Suddenly, a loud roar came from outside, followed by screams.
Clang—
The living room door was smashed open, and several figures flew in, crashing to the ground and overturning the mahjong table.
Mahjong tiles flew everywhere, and teacups and ashtrays fell to the ground, clattering loudly.
The glamorous woman screamed, terrified, and hid in a corner, trembling.
Amidst the billowing dust, Ye Feng walked in with his hands behind his back, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. He surveyed the people in the room and asked...
Who is Sha Tongtian?
The burly man said with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"You're Ye Feng?"
"That's right, it's me. You must be Sha Tongtian."
"It is indeed me. I didn't expect you to dare to come knocking on my door. You're really tired of living."
Sha Tongtian looked Ye Feng up and down, but couldn't discern his cultivation level at all; he seemed just like an ordinary person.
But the more unfathomable he was, the more vigilant he became.
Ye Feng said in a cold voice.
"Ten years ago, your Seven Killings Hall participated in the massacre of my Ye family. All 325 members of my Ye family were killed by you. Today, I have come to take my revenge."
"Damn it, I think you're here to die."
Forced to perform well in front of the leader, the pheasant took the lead and charged forward.
After all, it's on their own turf.
With the boss there, what is there to be afraid of?
Before he could even touch Ye Feng, he was slapped into a bloody mist.
Everyone was shocked and instinctively stepped back.
It should be noted that Shanji was at least a second-grade Yellow Realm martial artist, yet he didn't even have the slightest power to resist.
Sha Tongtian's eyes narrowed.
"You're quite capable, but you're all alone after all."
Even a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves.
"Let's all go together."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and hundreds of people rushed in, surrounding Ye Feng.
Although many people were afraid, they dared not disobey their leader.
"Very well, I'll wipe you all out with a single sword strike."
Ye Feng slowly raised his hand.
The spiritual energy condensed in his hand into a long sword.
This is the Xuanyuan Sword given to him by his second master. He put it into his dantian and nourished and tempered it day and night with his own spiritual energy, and the sword's power gradually grew stronger.
What appears at this moment is merely a phantom.
Killing these ants is enough.
Now that my sister isn't around, I can finally let loose and do whatever I want.
"kill!"
Hundreds of people rushed towards Ye Feng like a swarm of bees, looking extremely vicious, as if they wanted to devour Ye Feng alive.
Beside him, Sha Tongtian watched coldly, letting out a cold snort.
"Kid, over the years, quite a few geniuses have died under the swords of our Seven Kill Hall. You think you're so great? You dare to come looking for me..."
As a result, before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot, his face full of astonishment, his eyes wide open like copper bells, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ye Feng raised his sword and slashed it through the air.
The sword energy flowed like a ribbon, sweeping across the land with overwhelming force.
Wherever it went, heads rolled and blood flowed.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were all killed.
It's like the scythe in the hands of death, reaping lives.
"this……"
Sha Tongtian stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, terrified, his eyes filled with fear.
Thump—
His legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Ye Feng, raising both hands and slapping himself repeatedly in the face as he begged for mercy.
"Young Master Ye, I...I was wrong..."
"Please, just ignore me..."
"Back then, I was just following orders. It was an order from above to wipe out your whole family..."
Ye Feng was too lazy to argue with him, so he raised his hand and pressed it on the top of his head.
Unleash the secret technique—the Soul Searching Technique.
This is an extremely painful and agonizing process for the person being targeted.
"ah……"
Sha Tongtian felt as if he had been electrocuted, his body convulsing violently. In no time, he foamed at the mouth, collapsed to the ground, and died.
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