Inside the manor.
Actually, it happened just before the explosion.
Ye Feng had already sensed the crisis.
This is an instinctive reaction of a master.
Ye Feng snorted coldly and casually released a ball of spiritual energy, which transformed into a light shield that enveloped and trapped the large fireball generated by the explosion.
The spiritual energy shield was compressed rapidly and quickly kneaded into a small fireball shaped like a glass ball, which kept hovering in Ye Feng's palm.
Inside the sphere of light, a strange human face appeared.
When Ye Feng saw the face, his pupils suddenly contracted, two beams of lightning shot out from his eyes, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point.
This person looked remarkably similar to the bald, burly man with a leather whip who had previously been seen on Zhao Tianzhong's phone, whipping his father.
The bald, burly man grinned.
"Ye Feng, if you don't want anything to happen to your family, get to where I told you to right now."
The eerie face rippled and then disappeared, turning into a coordinate in an old grove of trees not far from the manor.
The security manager, who was standing nearby, was completely stunned. He had almost been killed in the explosion, but Ye Feng intervened in time.
"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, I... I really didn't know this letter... it would explode..."
The security manager was incoherent, his eyes filled with fear and guilt, and his legs were still trembling.
An ordinary person would never have seen such a spectacle.
Ye Feng didn't blame him; he just patted him on the shoulder.
"It's none of your business."
He then instructed his sister and the others to be careful and to stay inside the manor and not wander around.
Inside the manor, Hong Chengchou, Zhuge Wuwo, and a group of veteran war gods, along with You Lengchan, the leader of the Great Xia Martial Arts Alliance, and many other experts, were present, enough to protect their safety.
Then, Ye Feng transformed into a blur and dashed down the mountain like lightning.
This time, we must find my father's whereabouts through them.
The mother's body mysteriously disappeared, and there was no way to find out what happened.
Perhaps my father knows some clues.
...
At the foot of the mountain, in a dense forest.
This place is located deep in the mountains and is rarely visited by people.
The old trees are thick and sturdy, with strange branches stretching out horizontally. Their exposed roots resemble writhing dragons, strong and powerful.
Each tree is as thick as two or three people could hug, with cracked, aged bark and branches that block out the sun.
The dappled sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, dappling the ground and making the woods quite dark.
The old vines, like giant pythons, coiled around the tree, dense and strong.
Deep in the woods, the occasional mournful cawing of crows could be heard, adding to the desolate and bleak atmosphere, permeated with a chilling air.
As Ye Feng walked through the dimly lit old forest, he could sense the murderous aura hidden deep within the woods.
The murderous aura was faint and barely perceptible; although it was well concealed, it could not be hidden from him.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which, over the years, emitted a putrid odor and made a rustling sound when stepped on.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot towards him at incredible speed, arriving in the blink of an eye.
This was a sharp arrow, several meters long, with a long, lightning-like tail, emitting a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.
The fierce wind snapped several large trees along the way in half, as if they were being chopped into vegetables.
"court death!"
Ye Feng shattered the arrow with a single punch, strode forward, and two beams of purple-gold lightning shot from his eyes.
No matter how well the opponent hides, they have nowhere to hide under his purple-gold divine eyes.
Just ahead, in the shadows of the woods, stood a burly man, bow drawn and arrows nocked, continuously shooting at Ye Feng.
The bow he held was not an ordinary bow, but a magical artifact, infused with his own cultivation, condensed into a sharp arrow, its light dazzling and its edge incomparably sharp.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Dozens more arrows followed, carrying the aura of death, moving with lightning speed, dazzling the eye.
All that could be seen were streaks of light flashing by.
Ye Feng stared intently at the burly man. The killing intent emanating from the man was very familiar; he must be a member of the Seven Kill Hall.
The face that appeared on the fireball just now was this guy, and he looked remarkably similar to the guy who whipped his father.
The thought of his father being tortured beyond recognition, covered in wounds, and on the verge of death filled Ye Feng with rage, and two flames of fury burned in his eyes.
He moved forward with lightning speed, disappearing without a trace with each step, and reappearing hundreds of meters away, like a ghost, leaving a large afterimage in his wake.
At this moment, dozens of figures sprang out from the woods on both sides and blocked Ye Feng's path.
Among them, three were at the peak of the sixth rank of Martial King, and the rest were all Martial Saint experts.
These people were all experts from the Seven Killings Hall. They knew Ye Feng's ruthlessness and dared not approach him. Instead, they attacked from a distance, transforming their inner energy into weapons and slashing at Ye Feng from afar.
Tridents, golden-ringed broadswords, phoenix-winged gilded halberds, jade swords, black jade spears, and so on, came in an overwhelming manner, carrying the power of death.
Their goal was simply to distract and obstruct Ye Feng, thus creating an opportunity for the bald man to shoot arrows from behind.
"Hmph, a bunch of ants."
Ye Feng's iron fist swept across the sky, slashing and hacking, and these weapons were crushed like weeds.
The powerful punch transformed into a raging hurricane, instantly killing several nearby martial artists. A stench of blood filled the forest.
The group of martial artists turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated, throwing out weapons as they went.
"act recklessly."
Ye Feng unleashed a punch that shook the heavens and earth, instantly killing several more martial artists.
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