"Ye Feng!"
The eldest Arhat, the leader of the eighteen Arhats, glared at Ye Feng, his eyes burning with fury.
They all had information on Ye Feng, so they could recognize him at a glance.
"You are from the Seven Killings Hall."
Ye Feng said in an icy voice.
Having absorbed so many cultivation resources, his strength increased greatly, and his spiritual energy became even more abundant than before, placing him at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Facing this group of martial artists was like crushing a noob.
"Good to know, we came here specifically to kill you."
"Let's do it!"
A dozen men in black rushed towards Ye Feng.
They cooperated perfectly, forming a formidable fighting formation with orderly offense and defense, and charged towards Ye Feng.
In order to successfully kill Ye Feng, they had rehearsed hundreds of times before the operation.
It can be said that even a master of innate level would be certain to die if they fell into this formation.
Based on the intelligence they obtained, Ye Feng's cultivation level was at most at the peak of the Acquired Realm.
"Ye Feng, today is your death day."
"Just because you're at the peak of the acquired realm, you think you can do whatever you want? You're too arrogant and conceited."
"You killed so many assassins from my Seven Kill Hall, today I'll take you..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng slapped him into a bloody mist.
"Too long-winded."
Ye Feng's tone was somewhat impatient. He raised his hand and slapped several assassins beside him into a bloody mist.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight assassins were killed on the spot.
The way he did it so casually was as if he were swatting flies.
A deep, large handprint was left on the ground, with cracks spreading around it.
This so-called meticulously laid-out killing formation was as fragile and vulnerable as a spider web in front of Ye Feng.
The remaining assassins, Luohan, were terrified and fled in panic.
Ye Feng chased after them and killed them one by one.
It all happened in less than a few minutes.
The eighteen assassins of the Seven Killings Hall were all killed by him.
No matter what kind of acquired master they are, in front of Ye Feng, they are like chopping vegetables and cutting melons, without even blinking an eye.
Xiahou Ba, standing nearby, was incredibly excited. Following Young Master Ye meant he wouldn't have to worry about being bullied; he would be the one to dominate others.
He was very glad that he had been wise enough to side with Ye Feng back then.
Otherwise, he would have been slapped to death long ago.
Only one assassin remained on the scene, fleeing in panic as if he had seen a ghost.
This was a survivor that Ye Feng deliberately left behind.
He leaped forward and quickly caught up with his opponent, pressing his large hand onto the opponent's head, about to use the Soul Searching Technique to locate the Seven Kill Hall headquarters and wipe them out.
Unexpectedly, the assassin immediately self-destructed.
With a loud bang, a terrifying shockwave swept across the surroundings.
Although Ye Feng was at the epicenter of the explosion, he was completely unharmed.
This level of damage was like a tickle to him; it was nothing at all.
Ye Feng's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty as he watched the Seven Kill Hall assassin who had self-destructed.
Just now, when his divine sense probed into the other party's brain, he could clearly feel that he had spontaneously touched a powerful divine sense imprint deep in the other party's mind.
It's similar to triggering an alarm system, which then caused the other party to self-destruct.
This must be an imprint planted deep in the minds of the Seven Killings Hall's higher-ups to prevent their assassins from having their souls searched and thus being led to the Seven Killings Hall's headquarters.
This suggests that these assassins likely came from the Seven Killers Hall headquarters.
Ye Feng clenched his fists, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
"Seven Killings Hall!"
"Sooner or later, I will storm your headquarters and wipe you all out."
He firmly believes that day is not far off.
Suddenly, at this moment.
His phone rang urgently; it was his sister calling.
Ye Feng's gaze softened as he answered the phone.
"Hey, Shuang'er..."
Ye Wushuang's hurried voice came through the phone.
"Brother, save me..."
Ye Feng's heart jumped, and he quickly asked.
"Shuang'er, what's wrong?"
"Shuang'er, Shuang'er..."
I called out several times, but no one answered.
When Ye Feng dialed back, the other party's phone was switched off and he couldn't get through.
Damn it!
Ye Feng cursed under his breath, his gaze terrifyingly gloomy.
A murderous aura swept around, causing Lan Yu and Xiahou Ba to retreat in fear, their bodies covered in cold sweat.
Ye Feng quickly calmed down. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and soon realized that his sister's spiritual imprint was still there, which meant that she was alright for the time being.
"You all stay here and take good care of the house..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng transformed into a long rainbow and disappeared in an instant.
It quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Lan Yu watched the other person walk away, lost in thought, then shrugged, waved the wide sleeves of her Hanfu, and gracefully descended the mountain.
Xiahou Ba carried a long sword and followed behind.
The old weasel transformed into a large black dog, darted down the mountain, and disappeared into the bushes.
at this time.
At the entrance of Jiangnan University.
A large number of students and passersby gathered around, pointing and whispering.
In the crowd, Zhou Xiaoke was seen tightly protecting Ye Wushuang behind her. She had multiple injuries and a bright red handprint on her face, clearly indicating that she had just been in a fierce fight.
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