But he had an old and grimy face, wrinkled like a piece of withered tree bark, and his eyes shone with a sinister light. He held a white bone club in his hand.
Ye Feng learned from the discussions among the many martial artists around him.
This dwarf, named Nasta, nicknamed the Serpent of Ancient India, once cursed and killed a medium-sized country in the Middle East.
Wherever they went, there was no sign of human habitation for thousands of miles, and corpses littered the fields, a truly terrifying sight.
Even decades later, the terrifying power of the curse still remained, and the entire country was completely wiped out.
At the scene, many people looked at Ye Feng with gloating eyes.
They believed that even if he was very skilled, he couldn't compete with so many experts.
Tutiopa looked at Ye Feng with disdain and said with a sneer.
"Ye Feng, do you see that? We outnumber you and can crush you with one foot each."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and several of his men rushed towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng sneered.
"You're nothing but ants. I could wipe you out with a single breath."
puff!
Ye Feng exhaled a breath, seemingly without any concern.
But the group of warriors who rushed over were instantly annihilated, like a spittle drowning a bunch of ants.
Everyone present was stunned; their eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
That's fucking awesome! He can kill someone just by blowing on them.
As expected, Ye Tianshen is awesome!
Behind him, Tutiopa was also taken aback, his eyes filled with solemnity as he looked at Ye Feng.
He had to reassess his opponent.
The dwarf Nasta looked at Ye Feng with a hint of interest in his eyes.
"More people!"
At the scene, a flash of light appeared, and a group of people walked out of the teleportation array.
Leading the group was Leonif, the leader of the Snow Country Martial Arts Alliance, followed by Kim Sang-il from North Korea and nearly a thousand others.
High-ranking officials from over fifty countries in the Eastern Martial Arts Alliance were present, standing behind Ye Feng, their powerful aura sweeping across the surroundings.
This was the first collective action of the Eastern Martial Arts Alliance since its formation, making its debut to the world.
Leonif stepped forward and addressed Ye Feng with utmost respect.
"Grand Alliance Leader, should I lead my men to slaughter those four old coffin-heads right now?"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Behind them, nearly a thousand high-ranking members of martial arts alliances from more than fifty countries shouted in unison, their killing intent palpable.
The onlookers all turned pale and retreated in fright.
In terms of momentum, Ye Feng's side completely overwhelms Tutiopa's side.
This made Tutiopa and the others look very unhappy.
Ye Feng kept staring at the huge pyramid in the distance opposite him, not even bothering to move his eyes, and said indifferently.
"They're just four ants. I'll ignore them for now and crush them later."
Across from him, Tuttopa laughed in exasperation and said with a sidelong glance.
"Ye Feng, you have quite the nerve. Why don't we have a match right now?"
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