Chapter 205: Slapped to Death

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Slapped to Death

Su Dingbang’s face went pale. ’This... this is going too far.’

"You bastard!" Su Youning, standing behind him, could no longer hold it in and shouted furiously.

Ye Feng raised a hand to block Su Youning. He looked at Song Xiao and chuckled. "Ningning, this isn’t how you talk to scum like him."

Ah Dao stepped forward from the side. "Brother, let me handle him," he said in a cold voice.

Ye Feng waved his hand. "No need," he said calmly. "He dared to insult your sister-in-law, so I’ll be handling this myself today."

With that, he began walking toward Song Xiao, one step at a time.

The crowd behind them erupted in wild laughter. "You piece of shit! You’re only acting tough because of that big oaf. How dare you challenge the Second Master’s authority? You’re asking to die!"

A woman with curly hair looked at Ye Feng, trying to hold back her laughter. "Do you even know who the Second Master is? Let me tell you again. He is Master Song Xiao, the number one expert in Nanjun and the champion of its martial arts tournament. He’s a supreme master whose cultivation has already reached Tier Seven Martial Emperor."

"He can crush every other master in Nanjun all by himself. And you think *you* can challenge his authority? I guarantee you won’t last three moves against him."

Someone in the back shouted with a laugh, "Three moves? You’re overestimating him. I say he won’t even last one."

"One move? You’re still giving him too much credit! The Second Master could crush him just by lifting a finger!"

...

Song Xiao held back a laugh as he held up a hand to quiet the crowd. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "Kid, I’m standing right here. If you can make me so much as move an inch, I’ll spare your life today. But do you have what it takes? Haha..."

The crowd joined in, roaring with laughter.

But before their laughter could die down, they saw Ye Feng abruptly raise his right hand. A phantom palm materialized in the air and smashed down toward Song Xiao.

Feeling the terrifying pressure, Song Xiao’s face changed dramatically. He instinctively tried to dodge, but he was already locked in place by Ye Feng’s aura, completely unable to move. He could only watch in horror as the phantom palm descended upon his head.

The next instant, with a deafening CRACK, the crowd behind watched in horror as Song Xiao was slammed into the ground. His bones were pulverized, and he died on the spot, blood erupting from his mouth.

Everyone on the scene stared blankly at Ye Feng, unable to believe their eyes. Who was Song Xiao? He was the number one expert in Nanjun, a Tier Seven Martial Emperor! Yet in front of Ye Feng, he hadn’t even lasted a single move before being slapped to death. ’How... how is this possible?’

Someone finally snapped out of it, their face turning pale as they stared at Ye Feng. ’I thought Ah Dao was his biggest trump card, but it turns out, he’s a supreme master himself!’

Someone shrieked, "The Second Master’s been killed! Quick, inform the Old Dragon Head!"

As someone took out their phone to make a call, Su Dingbang shouted urgently from behind, "Quick, stop them! If the Old Dragon Head comes, we’ll be in serious trouble!"

But Ye Feng simply said, "Let them make the call. Today, I’d like to see for myself just what this Old Dragon Head is made of."

Su Dingbang was frightened out of his wits. He shrieked at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, you have no idea how powerful the Old Dragon Head is! Let me tell you, Song Xiao’s skills were personally trained by the Old Dragon Head! *He* is the true master of Nanjun."

"What’s more terrifying is that he has countless masters at his command, and his influence in Nanjun is immense. Even the Martial Arts Association has to tread carefully around him! If you let him come here, none of us will be able to get out alive!"

"Ugh, I’m done talking. Just take Ningning and run! The farther the better!"

Su Feng, who was standing beside him, nodded in agreement.

But Ye Feng remained unruffled. "A true master? Just how masterful? Immense influence? Just how immense? Today, I will test him myself."

He then took out his phone and made a call. "Squad Leader Wang, mobilize all our men to Hundred Herbs Hall. Today, I want everyone to know the price for provoking me, Ye Feng!"

Su Dingbang was on the verge of tears from fright. "Ye Feng, I already told you! Even the Martial Arts Association can’t handle the Old Dragon Head! Are you trying to drag the Dragon King Pavilion into this mess too? Do you want to get the Dragon King Pavilion destroyed?!"

Ye Feng chuckled. "Grandpa, you’re about to find out who’s destroying whom."

Su Dingbang stood frozen on the spot, utterly speechless.

By now, the bald man had gotten through on his phone. He yelled frantically into it, "Old Dragon Head, the Second Master has been killed! You have to come quick!"

"AHH!" A bloodcurdling scream came from the phone, followed by a furious roar. "Someone dared to kill my son?! The son of Song Zhang?! They must have a death wish! A death wish! Tell them to wait right there! I’m on my way!"

A loud CRASH echoed from the phone, followed by the BEEP BEEP BEEP of a disconnected line.

The bald man glared at Ye Feng, his teeth clenched. "The Old Dragon Head is on his way. You just wait. Today, not only will you die, but everyone here will die with the Second Master!"

He had barely finished speaking when Ye Feng flicked his right index finger. A blast of wind shot out, instantly punching a clean hole through the bald man’s forehead.

The bald man let out a cry, his body collapsed limply to the ground, and after a brief spasm, he moved no more.

Ye Feng said calmly, "Too noisy."

Everyone present turned deathly pale, their mouths hanging open, utterly speechless.

Just then, the roar of engines echoed from the distance. A convoy of black sedans soon came speeding over, screeching to a halt.

A crowd of men in black suits leaped from the cars and rushed forward. Each one wielded a large cleaver that glinted coldly in the light.

In the next moment, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit strode forward and spoke respectfully to Ye Feng. "Duan Peng, here with my brothers, reporting to the Young Pavilion Master."

Another convoy of vehicles pulled up right after. A group of men in martial arts uniforms jumped out, following a tall, elderly man as he strode forward.

The tall elder came before Ye Feng and announced respectfully, "Wang Tao, leading the men of the Dragon King Pavilion, reporting to the Young Pavilion Master!"

Ye Feng gave a slight nod. "Surround this place. Don’t let a single person escape."

The words had barely left his lips when a sinister voice rang out from afar:

"Don’t let a single person escape? Such arrogance!"

As the voice faded, another large group of people swarmed in. They arrived in front of Hundred Herbs Hall and quickly fell into formation, and an overwhelming killing intent instantly filled the air.

Then, an old man with a white beard and hair strode forward, his hands clasped behind his back.

Old Dragon Head, Song Zhang, had arrived!

Seeing Song Zhang, Song Xiao’s remaining men rushed toward him as if he were their last hope, crying out:

"Old Dragon Head, you’re finally here! Just look! The Second Master... he was beaten to death! Beaten to death right in front of us!"

Song Zhang’s gaze fell upon Song Xiao, who had been beaten into little more than a pulp on the ground. He let out a pained cry, stumbled over, and fell to his knees beside his son’s body, wailing in grief.

"My son! How could you leave me like this? A father shouldn’t have to bury his son! You’ve torn my heart out... SOB... SOB..."

After a long moment, he composed himself slightly. He snapped his head up, his bloodshot eyes scanning the crowd. "Who? Who did this?"

His eyes landed on Duan Peng, who was standing nearby. "Was it you?" he asked in a deathly tone.

Duan Peng was instantly enveloped by a terrifying pressure. A sweet taste filled his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his expression immediately wilting.

Wang Tao’s expression hardened. He stepped in front of Song Zhang and said coldly, "Song Zhang, don’t get too arrogant..."

Before he could finish, Song Zhang whipped around and fixed him with a deathly stare.