The person coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, his silver-white hair disheveled.
He was a peak ninth-grade Martial King, already touching the realm of Martial Emperor, yet he was sent flying by a single hammer blow.
"Hmph, Ye Feng, do you really think you can kill this old man?"
"The Demon Tower is sealed!"
Yan Song opened his mouth and spat out a pitch-black pagoda. The small pagoda was about seven inches tall, but it instantly grew to the size of a mountain, covering Ye Feng from head to toe, flashing with an eerie black light.
"Yan Song, today is your death day."
Ye Feng strode forward, swung the large iron hammer in his hand, and smashed the black tower into countless fragments in mid-air.
puff!
Yan Song suffered a backlash, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and more than a dozen bones in his body were broken.
“You stole the artifacts of the Great Xia clan and betrayed your own country. How are you any different from a beast?”
With another thud, the hammer smashed down, turning half of his head into a meat pie, like a flattened, rotten persimmon.
"The border war is critical, yet you, as Grand Tutor, have not sent a single soldier. So many people have died. You are not worthy of being a human being."
With another thud, the hammer slammed down, deforming half of his body, leaving it a bloody mess.
"ah……"
Yan Song let out a shrill scream, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Ye Feng, I am the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty..."
"Pooh!"
"More than two hundred martyrs, including Zhao Yunlong, sacrificed their lives for their country. If you hadn't refused to provide them with ammunition, would they have done that?"
"Therefore, you deserve to die a thousand deaths, and even being torn to pieces would not be too much."
Ye Feng slapped Yan Song so hard that his scalp was blown off, and blood splattered across the sky.
"You want to kill me? You're not worthy."
puff!
puff!
Several hammer blows were delivered to Yan Song, shattering more than a dozen protective magical artifacts into pieces. The artifacts clattered and fell to the ground like scrap metal.
Then, Ye Feng grabbed his collar and slapped him repeatedly, left and right.
Soon, both sides of his face were slapped until they were bloody and mangled, and his neck was almost broken.
Yan Song was furious to the extreme, his whole body trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot, as he roared to the sky.
Unfortunately, he was no match for Ye Feng at all and could only get beaten up.
"Tell me, what exactly happened with that video?"
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