C23 (1/2)
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 …
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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.