Just as the four of them left the courtyard, a cold glint flashed across Meng Cangxing's face. He winked at Bone, who had been watching him intently.
"Troublesome..." Bone reluctantly hid the half-eaten cured meat and got up to walk towards the door.
Meanwhile, Fan Yuntai was sweating profusely as he rummaged through a pile of baskets, searching for that damned Daughter's Red Wine, completely oblivious to what was happening.
...
Ye Feng strode forward, passing through the dilapidated palace complex and arriving at the platform in front of the mountain wall.
Wu Gang and the other two followed behind with cold smiles, each rolling up their sleeves as they began to discuss Ye Feng's back without any reservations:
"Wu Gang, how should we entertain Brother Ye today to make him happy?"
"How about lighting the sky lanterns? Haha, Brother Ye had a great time last time," Xie Liang squinted his small eyes, smiling shamelessly.
"Hehe," Wu Gang lowered his voice slightly, "You guys are too naive. It won't be long before the Ji Family comes to destroy this Ye Feng. Today, we can play big."
"Oh? How big?"
"Today, I'm going to smash this kid's fingers one by one. You forget how he slapped us during the Outer Gate Competition with those hands. I'm going to cripple them today!"
"Good! Well said!" Xie Liang and Wang Meng nodded heavily, "Damn it, if it weren't for this Ye Feng, Yuntai would have already gotten the goddess, and he..."
Pa.
Ye Feng stopped in his tracks.
On the vast mountain platform, he stood alone, facing the mountain wind, desolate and solitary, yet like an unsheathed sword thrust into the ground, exuding a chilling aura.
"Oh, it seems breaking through the Profound Realm has made a difference, Ye Feng. Today, you look a bit like your old self."
Wu Gang and the others laughed as they approached, not taking Ye Feng seriously at all.
They were not like Ji Fanchen, who was a waste. Each of them had already broken through to the Three-Vein Realm as inner disciples, possessing the strength of two thousand pounds in their bodies. Coupled with their profound skills, they could easily crush Ye Feng.
Ye Feng slowly turned around, looking at Wu Gang and the others, his entire body beginning to gather a faint golden light.
"Hahaha, getting more excited, aren't you, Ye Feng? Do you really think that just because you beat Ji Fanchen, you can be arrogant in front of us?" Wu Gang stepped forward, mocking:
"To tell you the truth, that fight with Ji Fanchen was all arranged by us. So what if you won? You still have to obediently be a dog here at Cloud-Falling Peak. You can't turn the tables, Ye Feng. From the day you dared to mess with us, we were destined to step on your head, hahaha, step on your head for life!"
Ye Feng stood coldly, listening to the so-called truth.
At this moment, he didn't feel much anger. These three ugly souls wanted to see him lose his composure, but how could he let them have their way?
Facing three mad dogs, all Ye Feng needed to do was shut them up!
"Wu Gang." Ye Feng stepped towards Wu Gang, saying calmly, "After today, I guarantee you won't want to reminisce with me again."
"Hahaha! Ye Feng, you're still so arrogant. If I don't make you comfortable today, I'll be letting you down!" Wu Gang laughed wildly, losing all restraint.
The next second, he couldn't hold back the evil fire within him and charged directly at Ye Feng, "Come on, Ye Feng, let Brother Wu help you relive the pleasure from before!"
Boom.
A powerful surge of Profound Qi erupted, and Wu Gang's speed doubled in an instant, like a white bull charging towards Ye Feng.
Ming Wang Fist!
His right fist rose high, white light swirling around it. Under the Three-Vein Realm, the rolling power of Profound Qi transformed his fist into a white heavy hammer, the heavy fist wind howling as it smashed towards Ye Feng's face.
"I'm going to ruin that annoying pretty face of yours!" Wu Gang roared.
A week ago, Ye Feng would have been sent flying by Wu Gang's Ming Wang Fist, but now, he was reborn. The golden light within him instinctively surged, and a majestic aura filled Ye Feng's heart.
Swish.
In an instant, his gaze changed.
If before, Ye Feng had uncontrollable disgust towards Wu Gang and the others, now his eyes were filled only with disdain, looking down on them from above. This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
What are you?
Do you think you're worthy of making a move in front of me?
Angry Thunder Palm!
Ye Feng struck, dazzling golden electric arcs instantly transforming his right palm into a blazing sun, crackling currents wrapping around each of his fingers like countless golden snakes ready to tear the opponent apart.
"Scram!"
With a low shout, Ye Feng's Angry Thunder Palm struck after Wu Gang's Ming Wang Fist, colliding solidly. With a muffled sound, golden light and white glow exploded into a whirlwind in the air, the powerful energy shaking both of them back.
Pa pa pa.
Ye Feng took three steps back, stabilizing himself.
The strength of the Three-Vein Realm, two thousand pounds, was no joke.
But opposite him, Wu Gang retreated over ten steps before he could steady himself, his previously fierce face now full of shock.
My heavens!
How could Ye Feng's strength be so great??
This couldn't possibly be the power of a One-Vein Realm. No wonder Ji Fanchen was beaten so badly; the power of this palm completely reached the level of the Three-Vein Realm!
"Wu Gang!!"
Beside him, Wang Meng and Xie Liang rushed over.
"Are you okay? Ye Feng actually..."
"I'm fine!" Wu Gang's face twisted with malice again, "Damn it, no wonder this kid dares to be arrogant in front of us. He does have some skills, but that's all. Brothers, let's take him down together and kill him!!"
"Alright!!"
Shameless, they were always this shameless.
Three-Vein Realm against One-Vein Realm, and they still needed three against one?
But just as Wu Gang was about to lead the two scoundrels to attack Ye Feng together, a sharp pain suddenly radiated from his right hand.
"Ouch!"
"What happened?"
"My right hand... this!!"
Wu Gang finally noticed that after the previous clash, a small stream of Ye Feng's golden Profound Qi had entered his right arm. Initially, it was nothing, but now that golden Profound Qi was like a sharp knife, shredding all the tendons in Wu Gang's right arm, rendering it completely powerless.
"This kid is wicked!"
Wu Gang was horrified.
He had no idea that Ye Feng had used this golden Profound Qi to shatter all of Ji Fanchen's bones and meridians with a single palm, a destructive power that surpassed the so-called 'Five Elements Profound Qi.'
"Wu Gang?"
Xie Liang and Wang Meng saw Wu Gang's face turn pale with pain, and panic began to set in. But Ye Feng, on the other side, wouldn't give them a moment to breathe.
His entire body flashed with golden light, and he appeared before the three of them, his pale golden eyes filled with disdain and contempt:
"Panicking already? You're still as useless as you were six years ago!"
"Ye Feng, how dare you!!"
Wang Meng and Xie Liang, after all, were Three-Vein experts, and they launched their killing moves at Ye Feng in an instant.
Ming Wang Fist!
Wang Meng had learned the same profound skill as Wu Gang, slightly weaker in strength, but when he punched, the fist intent was heavy, the white glow exploded, living up to his reputation as an inner disciple.
Xie Liang lifted his leg, aiming a kick at Ye Feng's heart. A faint green glow emanated from his toes, revealing his possession of wind-attribute Variant Profound Qi.
A weak whirlwind formed at his toes, and the terrifying spiral energy tore Ye Feng's clothes mercilessly upon contact. This was the Wind God Leg Technique, one of the Tianyun Sect's inner profound skills, extremely sharp.
"Do it, do him!"
Wu Gang, enduring the intense pain, shouted at this moment. With both of them attacking, even if Ye Feng's Profound Energy was strange, they would suppress him.
Unfortunately, they were wrong.
Ye Feng faced their attacks with a composure that was frightening.
He raised his left hand, as if supporting the sky, precisely deflecting Xie Liang's Wind God Leg to the side. At the same time, he stomped heavily with his right foot, shattering the ground, channeling all his strength like a tide into his right palm, transforming it into a thunderous strike, meeting Wang Meng's Ming Wang Fist head-on.
Crackling.
The crisp thunderclap sounded like a string of firecrackers, the massive echo reverberating across the mountain peak.
Puff!!
Wang Meng spat blood as he flew backward.
His strength was already inferior to Wu Gang's, and under Ye Feng's full-force palm, his right arm's bones were completely shattered, turning his entire arm into a limp dough, utterly useless.
"Wang Meng!"
Wu Gang was still exclaiming, but was caught off guard as Wang Meng grabbed him with his other hand, the massive inertia sending both of them flying, tumbling on the ground in a mess.
So fierce!!
Xie Liang, who had been deflected by Ye Feng's arm, staggered back, his eyes nearly popping out.
Ye Feng's strength completely exceeded his martial knowledge.
A One-Vein defeating three Three-Veins?
This, even Li Huayu's 'Profound Spirit Body' back then couldn't have achieved.
But in that fleeting moment, Ye Feng had already flashed in front of him.
"Brother Ye, don't?"
"You don't deserve to call my name." Ye Feng's face was cold, as if he had become a different person. He struck with another palm, so fast it was unavoidable, directly hitting Xie Liang's chest.
Puff!!
Another one, spitting blood and flying backward, utterly powerless to resist.
From the Inner Gate Assessment to today, in just six days, Ye Feng hadn't even realized that his strength seemed to have grown stronger.
The Three-Vein Realm represented the average level of Tianyun's inner disciples, yet Ye Feng, having just entered the Profound Realm for six days, had mercilessly surpassed it, no, crushed it.
Three moves, only three moves, and Wu Gang and the others were all reduced to crawling dogs on the ground, each more miserable than the last.
"Xie Liang!!"
Wu Gang looked at the unconscious Xie Liang beside him, whose chest had clearly caved in. There was no need to guess; Ye Feng's palm had likely shattered his chest bones, his life hanging by a thread.
"Ouch!!"
On the other side, Wang Meng was rolling on the ground, clutching his arm and wailing, the sound like the devil's lament in Wu Gang's ears, as if it had transported him back six years ago, to that competition stage where the three of them had been just as wretched, kneeling at Ye Feng's feet.
Why, six years later, was this tragic scene replaying again?
Why indeed!!
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