Taicang greets the young master
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A series of muffled impacts echoed from inside the courtyard, and figures flew back and forth in the air like sandbags.
Situ Xiongshi and Huoyun Zhanshen were beaten so badly they were unrecognizable, screaming and howling in agony, with countless bones broken throughout their bodies.
Ye Feng's attack was ruthless and domineering, his large iron hammer crashing down like a hurricane.
Each fall splattered large amounts of blood, a sight that terrified onlookers, filling their eyes with fear.
Especially Ouyang Qingsong, the old man felt a pang of regret.
He never expected that Ye Feng would be so powerful.
Even the legendary Fire Cloud War God and Situ Xiongshi, when they joined forces, were no match for him.
Suddenly, the tightly closed courtyard gate was opened, and a figure descended from the sky.
A terrifying pressure swept across the entire venue.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose in the courtyard, and sand and stones flew everywhere.
A cold snort rang out, like the wrath of a god, causing the space itself to tremble.
"Master!"
Fire Cloud War God and Situ Xiongshi were like drowning people grasping at a straw; they scrambled over and knelt before the newcomer.
Situ Xiongshi pleaded repeatedly.
"I beg Master to do justice for your disciple and kill that bastard Ye Feng. He has killed many of my descendants."
The God of War, Fire Cloud, knelt at the feet of the newcomer and wailed.
"Even the Fiery Cloud Palm technique that my master taught me has been crippled by this kid."
The onlookers were equally astonished.
Unexpectedly, the visitor turned out to be the master of the two top masters.
The old man, Ouyang Qingsong, breathed a sigh of relief and became smug again. In his opinion, with this mysterious master taking action, Ye Feng was doomed this time.
"Hmph, Ye Feng, although you are powerful, your foundation is still too weak. How can you compare with others?"
Situ Xingchen's father stared at Ye Feng with hatred in his eyes and shouted loudly.
“Kill him to avenge my son.”
Chu Xiongfeng, the head of the Chu family, sneered and said.
"Ye Feng, I've said it before, this is the capital, not a place for you to run wild."
A group of family heads nearby also joined in with sarcastic remarks.
"Therefore, one must have self-awareness."
"What Ye Tianshen? He's just a paper tiger after all this time."
The mysterious man had already made his move. He rushed towards Ye Feng like lightning, stirring up a gust of wind.
Ye Feng stood motionless, as if he were frozen in fear.
Behind them, Fire Cloud War God and Situ Xiongshi helped each other to their feet, looking at Ye Feng with schadenfreude.
"Hehe, Ye Feng, my master was the number one expert in the world eight hundred years ago. He could crush you with just his little finger."
"Damn it, you killed so many members of my Situ family. I'll make you wish you were dead later."
Situ Xiongshi's eyes were filled with resentment, and flames of hatred burned deep within his pupils.
Ye Feng sneered, pointing at the mysterious man who was about to rush up to him.
"This is your master, but little do you know that he is my servant!"
The God of War, Fire Cloud, was enraged, his entire body engulfed in flames.
"Ye Feng, you're about to die, and you're still being stubborn!"
Situ Xiongshi's full head of silver hair stood on end, his hair bristling with rage.
He seemed to have already seen the horrific scene of Ye Feng's violent death on the spot.
Ouyang Luoxue, however, remained completely unconcerned, standing calmly like a blooming orchid, full of confidence in Ye Feng.
Whoosh!
The two men's master arrived before Ye Feng in a flash, and to everyone's great anticipation, he knelt down in front of Ye Feng with a thud, shouting loudly.
"Taicang greets the young master!"
The sound was like thunder, making everyone present's ears ring.
The entire room was silent.
Countless eyes fell to the ground, all staring at the scene with shocked expressions.
Fire Cloud War God seemed to have misheard, and could hardly believe his ears.
The master he admired so much was actually this brat's servant.
Situ Xiongshi was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a fist.
He seriously doubted whether he had misheard. His throat bobbed, and he still couldn't quite believe it. He forced himself to step forward and say something.
"Master, Master, what... what's going on? Why are you kneeling before this brat..."
puff!
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped away by the Sword Immortal of Tai Cang, and half of his body was smashed into a bloody pulp.
Beside him, the Fire Cloud War God was in no better shape, getting thoroughly beaten by the Taicang Sword Immortal, screaming and howling in agony.
Originally, he had just been pinned to the ground and thoroughly humiliated by Ye Feng. The mighty Fire Cloud War God was now covered in blood and kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.
The Sword Immortal Tai Cang slapped him away like a ball, and angrily rebuked him.
"How dare you be so disrespectful to the young master! You're all asking for trouble."
"Hurry up and come to pay your respects to your master!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Fire Cloud War God hurriedly stepped forward to pay his respects.
However, seeing that the situation was not good, Situ Xiongshi turned tail and ran away.
"Ye Feng, we'll see..."
"Trying to run? No way!"
With a flick of his finger, the Sword Immortal Tai Cang unleashed a sword aura that pierced the air and killed Situ Xiongshi in mid-air.
This Situ Xiongshi has ties to the demon race and imprisoned the Dragon Lord; his crimes are unforgivable.
The God of War of Fire Cloud is different from him.
The latter was at best tricked into coming to help by Situ Xiongshi; he was completely deceived by him.
Situ Xiongshi's body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Whoosh!
Then a blood-red figure was seen fleeing into the distance.
That was the soul of Situ Xiongshi, a phantom figure that could be vaguely seen, its ferocious features revealing boundless terror and resentment.
"Ye Feng, we'll see..."
Ye Feng snorted coldly, reached out his large hand in mid-air, and pulled Situ Xiongshi's soul back in one swift motion. He then used the Soul Searching Technique to find his father's whereabouts.
The experience of having his soul searched was excruciating. Situ Xiongshi's soul was constantly twisting and turning, like a twisted rope, emitting a series of shrill screams.
"Ah...I curse you...may you die a horrible death..."
Soon, Ye Feng got everything he wanted to know, and his expression gradually darkened.
As he expected, the Situ family were members of the Dark Demon Guard and had secretly sided with the ancient demons long ago.
Since he went to the Netherworld Continent, the Situ family has been plotting a rebellion.
They are currently gathered in the ancestral hall within the palace, where their father is trapped.
"We should not delay, let's go to the ancestral hall of the palace immediately."
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