Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

He punched out seven or eight times in the blink of an eye, and the imposing Deacon was sent flying off the cliff in the blink of an eye like a sandbag of human flesh. The last punch was so strong that even his fat body was thrown out of the cliff.

Just like Zhao Hann, nothing was left of him.

He withdrew his fist and turned around.

Ye Feng calmly stood with his seven feet tall body, looking at the dazed Zhao Lun who was several meters away, the corner of his mouth twitched, and revealed a cold smile.

"How dare you disobey my command!" Like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on, Zhao Lun released an angry roar, and his expression distorted to an unimaginable degree.

"So what?!"

After glancing at him for a moment, Ye Feng turned around and left.

Tat, tat, tat …

Every step he took was slow and heavy, like a giant hammer was constantly pounding Zhao Lun's heart. The muscles on his face tensed up, and the hand that was pressing down on the Longsword at his waist trembled slightly.

However, Zhao Lun did not have such courage in the end.

In a one on one battle, Zhao Lun felt that he did not have absolute confidence in winning. Even if he won, it would be a miserable victory, and the matter of the Flying Cloud Sect opening of the sect to accept Zhao Tianle as a disciple was extremely urgent. No matter what, he did not want to be injured in a life or death situation.

"Trash, Ye Feng, I will make you regret this for the rest of your life, I will definitely …"

Green veins popped out on Zhao Lun's forehead as he became flustered and exasperated. He had never thought that this little trash would be so insolent that even he would ignore him.

"If you have the ability, then attack …" Ye Feng did not turn back as he coldly spat out these words.

If he did not make a move now, it meant that Zhao Lun would lose his last chance of winning.

It was a pity that Zhao Lun, who acted tough but was weak at heart, would only roar to vent his dissatisfaction. A young master like him, who did not experience any great setbacks, was unable to stand in his proper place.

Ye Feng no longer put him in his eyes.

The vast majority of people in the world subconsciously felt that they were different, even trash.

Zhao Lun felt that he was different from the masses. He would definitely walk out of the Zhao Family Manor, join a sect, and become a peerless expert. So he tried his best to console himself in his heart, as long as he endured, when his cultivation level increased, he would turn around and deal with Ye Feng, and make Ye Feng pay a heavy price for what he had done today.

It's a pity that while you're improving, others are also improving. Furthermore, their improvement speed is far beyond what you can imagine …

"..."

Zhao Family Manor.

Outside the broken house that Ye Feng lived in, heads were moving about. Over a hundred clan members of surnamed Zhao were gathered together, looking extremely aggressive.

"Ye Feng, you ambushed and killed Deacon, as well as Zhao Hann and Zhao Yong, you deserve to die a thousand times!"

"Get the hell out of here, or we'll burn your dog nest."

"Trash, trash …"

"We must repay this debt with blood."

When Zhao Hann and the others had gone missing, everyone had been worried. They thought that some powerful Demonic Beast had escaped from the Great Black Forest.

He did not expect that the news that came just now, was that Ye Feng had killed them, and this Ye Feng had even killed Deacon Zhao. This time, the entire Zhao Family Manor had exploded. In less than two hours, over a hundred clansmen surnamed Zhao had gathered around him.

Inside the broken house, Hua Ling looked nervous as her two small hands tightly gripped onto Ye Feng's arm. However, Ye Feng's face was extremely calm, as if the things that the people of Zhao were talking about outside had nothing to do with her.

"Big brother, did you really kill Zhao Tianle?"

Hearing the sister's question, Ye Feng smiled slightly, turned and looked at Hua Ling, and said, "He deserves to die! Hua Ling, you wouldn't blame your brother for being too ruthless, right? "

"No!" That Zhao Tianle is going too far, Ling'er also wants to kill his, but Ling'er doesn't have brother's ability. "

Hua Ling's heart flashed with a hint of satisfaction, and she nodded very seriously.

Hua Ling let go of Ye Feng's arm and quickly rushed to the window to take a look at the situation behind the house.

Behind the house was a field filled with weeds, which was close to the tall mountain mist. Behind the house, there was an endless mountain range which could directly connect to Great Black Forest.

After lifting up the corner of the window and observing it for a while, Hua Ling finally let out a sigh of relief. She grabbed a few nests from the worn-out stove and casually picked up a torn piece of cloth, "Brother, there's no one at the back of the mountain. You can leave in time.

In a flurry of hands and feet, Hua Ling stuffed the nest in her hands into Ye Feng's hands.

"Silly Ling'er, why did brother leave you behind and leave?" Ye Feng stood up and hugged Hua Ling, a determined look shooting out from his eyes, "I, Ye Feng, even dare to kill Zhao Tianle with Blood Exchange Stage, how can I be afraid of these trash dogs outside? Hua Ling, Big Brother will bring you out of the Zhao Family Manor now. I want to see who amongst them can stop me. "

Hua Ling's face flashed a look of hesitation, but then with a "puchi", she revealed a smile, and with a hint of excitement, she grabbed onto Ye Feng's arm, "Okay, brother, even if we die, we die together."

Ye Feng also smiled slightly and took a step forward. Just like that, he pulled Hua Ling's arm and opened the wooden door.

"They're coming out."

"Ye Feng, at that time, when Lord Manor Lord was reminiscing about their old friendship and your dead father's brotherhood, it allowed the two of you to live comfortably until today. But you, trash, actually dared to harm my Zhao Family's child, and even went as far as to sneak attack Deacon.

"If I were you, I would just directly smash my head into the wall, so as to not implicate your sister!"

Over a hundred clan members of surnamed Zhao were agitated as they loudly cursed in pain.

"Ye Feng must die, hmph, even if he dies, he cannot be redeemed, her sister Hua Ling must sell herself into the brothel, to atone for her sins." Standing at the front, Zhao Qi who was jumping like a grasshopper spoke out.

After spreading the news, and bringing people to kill his way over, Zhao Qi had all taken orders from his young master.

Ye Feng ignored him, causing Zhao Lun's heart to be injured by 10,000 points, but Zhao Lun did not have the guts to fight Ye Feng to the point where both parties were injured, which was why he thought of such a ruthless move.

At this moment, he was hidden not too far away and was looking at the scene with a pleased expression on his face.

He wanted Ye Feng to die. It was not enough to just die. He also wanted to make Ye Feng suffer humiliation, a humiliation filled with hatred.

"..."

Hearing Zhao Qi's malicious words, Ye Feng could not help but clench his fists, a trace of killing intent flashing past his eyes.

"You deserve to die! If you have the ability, say it again. "

His eyes were cold and sharp like lightning.

Actually, Ye Feng understood that if he were to really take action against this group of ignorant people named Zhao, it would be equivalent to declaring war against Zhao Family Manor. The Villa had an unfathomable Manor Lord Zhao Dapeng overseeing everything, it was impossible for to be their opponent.

However, if he insulted his sister Hua Ling, even if he were to die in battle today, Ye Feng would definitely not bat an eye.