Chapter 189: Playing With My Bird?

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Playing With My Bird?

Zheng Yuan let out a muffled grunt, staggered a few steps forward, and fell flat on the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out a torrent of blood.

"Who are you?" Wang Tao shouted in surprise, looking at a lean, wiry old man.

The old man turned to look at Wang Tao and spoke with indifference, "Ling Hao, one of the Sixteen Guardians of the Martial Arts Association!"

Wang Tao exclaimed in shock, "The Sixteen Guardians of the Martial Arts Association? You’re an Emperor Tier expert?"

Ling Hao nodded. "Tier Two Martial Emperor!"

When Duan Peng heard this, his expression changed drastically. ’A Tier Two Martial Emperor... even if all of us ganged up on him, we wouldn’t be a match for him!’

’How could such a powerful figure appear in Nanjun?’

At that moment, the butler hurried forward to greet him, exclaiming excitedly, "Guardian Ling, you... what brings you to Nanjun?"

The butler had barely finished speaking when a calm voice sounded from the entrance. "It was I who invited Guardian Ling to lend his support."

As the voice faded, a middle-aged man in a training suit strode forward.

Seeing the middle-aged man, the butler hurried to greet him, speaking respectfully, "Chairman Wang!"

He then pointed at Wang Tao’s group and said through gritted teeth, "Chairman Wang, these scumbags from the Dragon King Pavilion took advantage of your absence! They brought their men here to cause trouble, clamoring about wiping out our Martial Arts Association!"

The middle-aged man, however, didn’t even glance at Wang Tao’s group. He looked at the butler and said calmly, "You’ve brought the young master back, haven’t you? After all, you had so many experts with you."

Upon hearing this, the butler burst into tears. "Chairman, the young master was beaten to death by Ye Feng’s man! And all our experts were crippled by his people!"

"Aaaah..." the middle-aged man let out a blood-curdling scream. "My son!"

The next moment, he burst into loud sobs.

Wang Tao looked at the middle-aged man and said in a cold voice, "This is the price you pay for offending our Young Pavilion Master!"

The middle-aged man whipped around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Wang Tao as he roared, "The Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion... he only dares to be so arrogant because he has you lot, right? Fine. Today, I’ll kill every last one of you! Then I’ll go dig out that bastard’s heart and lungs to offer to my son’s spirit!"

With that, he whirled around again, looked at Ling Hao beside him, and said, word by word, "Guardian Ling, do it. Leave no one standing. Cripple them all for me!"

"Leave it to me!" Ling Hao nodded and strode toward Wang Tao and his men.

Duan Peng felt an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure instantly envelop him, making it hard to even breathe.

He looked up at Wang Tao, his face as pale as a sheet. "Squad Leader Wang, what do we do?"

But Wang Tao just stood there, speaking with complete confidence, "Don’t worry. He can’t touch us today..."

"HAHA..." Before Wang Tao could finish, Ling Hao, who was approaching from behind, burst into wild laughter. "A mere ant at the Martial Venerable level dares to be so brazen before me? Do you think you’re worthy? Today, you will die, and everyone here will die with you! You can just die right here!"

With that, he raised his right palm and brought it down fiercely toward Wang Tao.

Standing nearby, Duan Peng felt as if Mount Tai was crashing down on him. His legs trembled, and he nearly collapsed to his knees. His heart sank to the depths of despair.

’It’s over, it’s completely over. How can Wang Tao possibly block such a terrifying existence? We’re all going to die here today!’

But just then, a large hand suddenly shot out from behind Wang Tao, grabbing Ling Hao’s palm. It swung him around and slammed him violently into the ground. With a deafening CRACK, Ling Hao was embedded into the concrete floor.

The sound of shattering bones rang out, and Ling Hao let out a piercing scream. But the next moment, the scream stopped abruptly. Ling Hao’s body twitched a few times, and then he went still.

A rough voice rang out, "Trying to hit someone? Not on my watch!"

Ah Dao had arrived.

Duan Peng turned to look at Ah Dao, so excited he nearly jumped. "Brother, you’re finally here! You’re here!"

Behind them, the butler and his men stared at Ah Dao, their pupils constricting.

’Who was Ling Hao? He was one of the Sixteen Guardians of the Martial Arts Association, a supreme expert with the cultivation of a Tier Two Martial Emperor! Yet before this big oaf, he couldn’t even take a single move before being slammed to death. How is that possible?’

The middle-aged man’s eyes were also filled with astonishment. He glared at Ah Dao and shouted coldly, "Who... who are you?"

His words had barely faded when a calm voice sounded from the entrance:

"He’s my brother."

As the voice spoke, a slender young man in a suit strode in, his hands clasped behind his back.

Ye Feng had arrived.

Seeing Ye Feng, Wang Tao, Duan Peng, and all the others dropped to one knee and spoke in unison with reverence:

"The Dragon King Pavilion greets the Young Pavilion Master!"

"Young Pavilion Master? So you’re the Young Pavilion Master of the Dragon King Pavilion?" The middle-aged man stared at Ye Feng, his pupils constricting.

"That’s me," Ye Feng said calmly, looking at the middle-aged man.

"Then do you know who I am?" the middle-aged man glared at Ye Feng, snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, sent a business card shooting toward Ye Feng like a bullet.

The business card was fast as lightning, no less deadly than a bullet, and was about to embed itself in Ye Feng’s forehead.

But Ye Feng casually raised a hand and pinched the card between his fingers. He glanced at it askance and said in mock surprise:

"’Wanker?’"

Duan Peng, Wang Tao, and the others stared blankly at Ye Feng, completely speechless. ’Does a name like that even exist?’

Wang Tao couldn’t stand it any longer and said to Ye Feng, "Young Pavilion Master, his name is Wang Yuan’e!"

Ye Feng held the card up to Wang Tao’s face. "Look at how these words are all scribbled together! Who could tell it says ’Wang Yuan’e’? It clearly looks like ’Wanker’!"

Behind them, Duan Peng couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. The other brothers also doubled over with laughter.

Across from them, the butler roared in fury at Ye Feng, "You bastard! How dare you insult our Chairman! You’re courting death..."

Wang Yuan’e raised a hand to stop the butler. His face was ashen as he stared at Ye Feng and spoke:

"Was it you who flattened my Martial Arts Association’s Jiangcheng branch?"

Ye Feng nodded. "Yes. You have a problem with that?"

"Was it also you who killed my great Vajras?" Wang Yuan’e asked again.

"They were courting death. Can’t blame me," Ye Feng said coolly, lighting a cigarette and taking a leisurely drag.

"And was it you who killed my son, Wang Qiang?" Wang Yuan’e’s eyes were practically shooting flames.

"Wang Qiang? Oh, he deserved to die even more. He actually dared to make a move on my girlfriend..." Ye Feng said casually, flicking the ash from his cigarette.

"Shut your mouth!" Before Ye Feng could finish, Wang Yuan’e cut him off harshly. He stared at Ye Feng and spoke word by word, "You’ve repeatedly provoked the dignity of my Martial Arts Association, and now you even dared to touch my son. You deserve to die!"

Ye Feng flicked his cigarette ash again and chuckled. "You and what army?"

Wang Yuan’e glared at Ye Feng and said through gritted teeth, "How? I know this big lug next to you has some skills, but in front of my Martial Arts Association, he’s nothing! Not only will he fail to protect you today, but he’ll die here with you!"

With that, he roared, "Guardian Tong, where are you?"

The moment Wang Yuan’e’s voice fell, an old man in a training suit abruptly appeared in front of him.

The instant the old man appeared, a terrifying killing intent filled the air. Everyone felt a chill run down their spine, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over their heads, and the hair on their bodies stood on end.

Duan Peng’s expression grew grave as he looked at the old man. ’This guy is clearly bad news.’