Ye Feng stood in front of Wu Gang at some point, his cold gaze sweeping over him like he was looking at a mere insect.
"Ye, Ye Feng!"
Wu Gang was terrified.
At this moment, he felt that Ye Feng was even more frightening than six years ago. Those pale golden eyes didn't seem human at all, but rather... divine?
Only a heartless and indifferent deity could possess such a soul-chilling gaze!
"Ye, Ye Feng, what do you want to do? This is the Tianyun Sect, you can't act recklessly..."
Slap!
Ye Feng didn't speak. He lifted his foot and harshly struck Wu Gang's face.
In an instant, Wu Gang's nose shattered, teeth flew, and his face seemed to burst with a mix of red and white fluids, splattering everywhere. He fell backward, unconscious.
Everything was just as Ye Feng had said; even if Wu Gang woke up, he wouldn't dare appear before Ye Feng again, even if given a hundred more chances.
After knocking Wu Gang unconscious with a single kick, Ye Feng turned his gaze to the only person still conscious, Wang Meng. The latter trembled like a mouse cornered by an old cat, ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken arm, and quickly knelt to beg Ye Feng for mercy.
"Brother Ye, I was wrong, Brother Ye! I know I was wrong. Please spare me this time. I swear I'll never show up in front of you again..."
Ye Feng walked slowly, showing no mercy.
Wrong?
You were wrong a long time ago!
Admitting it now is too late!
"No, don't!!" Wang Meng screamed in terror.
...
While Ye Feng was single-handedly crushing the three on the platform, a figure lurking behind a half-height wall in the dilapidated palace ruins revealed a cold smile.
Jing Xiong, a notorious assassin among the underworld of Great Qin, slowly drew a short blade from his waist.
The blade, named 'Zhen Blood,' had a peculiar design, its length about an arm's length, and it glowed with a dark green hue, clearly laced with a deadly poison. Jing Xiong himself was already a Six-Vein Profound Realm expert, just a step away from opening his Spirit Sea and entering the Spirit Communication Realm. Over the years, countless strong individuals had fallen under this 'Zhen Blood' blade, including some who had just entered the Spirit Sea Realm. This demonstrated not only his lethal assassination skills but also his unique stealth and escape techniques, allowing him to move freely and silently within the Tianyun Mountains, even sneaking onto Cloud-Falling Peak unnoticed.
At this moment, Jing Xiong watched Ye Feng domineeringly suppress Wu Gang and the others, his small eyes gleaming with a cold light, thinking to himself:
"This kid is fucking ruthless. If he were in our underworld, he'd be a great asset. But alas, the Ji Family has put a bounty of one thousand taels of gold on your head... Ye Feng, blame yourself for provoking the wrong people!"
Jing Xiong had arrived at Cloud-Falling Peak the previous night. With his skills, he had scouted the terrain from a secluded spot halfway up the mountain. Unexpectedly, he heard the commotion from the peak the next morning, providing him with a perfect opportunity to strike.
With his strength, no one on Cloud-Falling Peak was worth his attention. Now that Ye Feng was alone, he could easily take his life, and perhaps even pin the blame on those three Tianyun disciples. Everything was simply perfect!!
Not far away, Ye Feng had already reached Wang Meng, completely unaware of Jing Xiong's presence. They were less than three hundred meters apart, a distance Jing Xiong could cover in a heartbeat to pierce Ye Feng's heart with the Zhen Blood.
What was he waiting for?
Jing Xiong tightened his grip on the Zhen Blood, like a leopard ready to pounce, his legs tensed to leap over the wall. But suddenly, he heard a light panting sound beside him.
Huh?
Jing Xiong turned his head.
A golden retriever was sticking out its tongue, looking at him curiously.
What the hell!
Jing Xiong was so startled he nearly jumped.
What kind of dog was this?
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As a seasoned assassin of the underworld, being approached silently by a dog was a massive humiliation.
"Die!"
Without hesitation, Jing Xiong thrust the Zhen Blood forward. As a Six-Vein Profound Realm expert, his strike was accompanied by a fierce wind-breaking sound, the green-glowing blade like a venomous snake darting toward the dog's neck.
But the moment Jing Xiong struck, he regretted it.
Because he saw a mocking smile on the dog's face.
Yes.
The dog was smiling, a disdainful, contemptuous smile.
Then, a merciless paw swung over, moving far faster than Jing Xiong's blade, landing on his face before he could react.
Damn it!
Jing Xiong was sent flying before he could react.
With a loud crash, the wall he was hiding behind shattered, and he was sent spinning through the air, landing on the ground in a pathetic heap.
What was going on?
On the platform, both Ye Feng and Wang Meng were stunned.
How did someone suddenly appear over there, and they seemed to be a master?
Uh... but the way this master made his entrance was rather peculiar.
Meanwhile, a golden streak leaped over the wall, a golden retriever with a short blade in its mouth, biting the handle. It pounced on the fallen master, pinning Jing Xiong's shoulders with its front paws, looking at him with a mocking smile.
Bone?
Ye Feng squinted his eyes, immediately understanding.
It must have been the old master worrying about him, sending Bone to follow and protect him. Judging by the current situation, it was fortunate Bone was there; otherwise, this mysterious blade-bearing master might have caused him a lot of trouble.
The old master was indeed a man of hidden depths.
A faint warmth rose in Ye Feng's heart, and the killing intent around him diminished significantly. But for Jing Xiong, it was the opposite; he was chilled to the bone by Bone's glare.
He lay on the ground, feeling as if two mountains were pressing down on his shoulders, unable to move.
What kind of dog was this?
How could it have such strength? He was a Six-Vein Profound Realm expert, yet he was so easily subdued by a dog?
Bone looked coldly at Jing Xiong, drooling from the corner of its mouth as it held the short blade, its expression seemingly saying:
"Foolish human, you dared to try and stab me. I'm very angry."
"What, what do you want?" Jing Xiong had never seen such a monstrous dog before. From its expressive eyes, he sensed an ominous feeling. "You beast, get off me!"
As he spoke, he gathered strength in his legs, ejecting a dagger from his shoe tip, also laced with poison, aiming straight for Bone's leg.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow.
With a swift motion, Bone slashed Jing Xiong's throat with the Zhen Blood, then flipped backward gracefully, landing without a drop of blood on it.
Human blood, so filthy... compared to that, the old master's saliva was more acceptable.
Meanwhile, both Ye Feng and Wang Meng were stunned by Bone's cold and ruthless display.
...
What was happening over there?
It was just dealing with a minor Ye Feng, so why were there screams and loud noises? What on earth was going on?
Could Wu Gang and the others really be getting countered by Ye Feng?
No, I must go and see for myself!
Slap!
In that moment of distraction, a crisp knock landed on his forehead.
"Kid! What are you daydreaming about? I told you to find something, why are you dawdling!" Meng Cangxing rolled his eyes in anger. "Damn it, I can't let you newbies deliver things anymore. The last guy never caused such trouble!"
"Yes, disciple knows his mistake!" Fan Yuntai was anxious, not in the mood to argue with Meng Cangxing. He quickly bowed and said, "I'll go back and check immediately. If I missed your wine, Chief, I'll bring it to you right away..."
"Wait..." Meng Cangxing suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh, right, I remember now. Last time I told them I was tired of Daughter's Red Wine and to send Bamboo Leaf Green instead. Let me see, haha, here it is, Bamboo Leaf Green!"
Damn it!
Fan Yuntai trembled with anger.
"In that case, I'll take my leave now."
"Don't be in such a hurry, kid. You've been busy for a while. Want to stay and have a drink?" Meng Cangxing lifted a bottle of Bamboo Leaf Green, shaking it at Fan Yuntai with a 'sincere' smile.
Drink your ass!
"I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."
"Hey... hey, really not staying for a drink?"
Whoosh.
Fan Yuntai turned and dashed away, leaving Meng Cangxing watching his hasty retreat, biting open the bottle cap and taking a big swig, grinning mischievously.
...
What on earth happened?
Fan Yuntai ran all the way, his hair disheveled.
Logically, Wu Gang alone should have been enough to crush a One-Vein Profound Realm Ye Feng, but the commotion just now was too loud, making him uneasy.
Could that Ye Feng really withstand Wu Gang and the others?
Hmph, it doesn't matter. Once I arrive, even if Ye Feng has three heads and six arms, he'll have no escape...
What the hell!
What was this?
A few minutes later, when Fan Yuntai arrived at the Back Mountain Platform, the scene before him left his jaw on the ground.
Ye Feng, who should have been lying defeated, was standing leisurely. At his feet, Wu Gang and Xie Liang lay like dead dogs, and the only one left, Wang Meng, was kneeling and begging for mercy, the scene almost too surreal.
Nearby, a man in black was convulsing, white foam frothing from his mouth, his hands weakly waving in the air, clearly poisoned and barely clinging to life. The golden retriever that had been gnawing on cured meat in the courtyard was sitting beside him, gazing at the sky with a bored expression, exuding an aura of—invincible, yet so lonely.
What... what was going on?
Fan Yuntai felt his brain cells were completely insufficient.
...
Thanks to sister Liuli and Ning Chen for the rewards. Bone, come on, show some cuteness to the little brothers and sisters...
Bone rolled its eyes...