Chapter 224: The Ximen Family Is a Joke

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: The Ximen Family Is a Joke

"You son of a bitch!" Su Zheng erupted in fury. He snatched up a stool and charged at Ximen Zhuo, but before he could even get close, an old man by the door flickered and appeared in front of him, grabbing his wrist.

"Just stay here and watch the show."

Su Zheng struggled with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.

By then, Ximen Zhuo had walked up to Su Youning. He looked at her and chuckled, "Little beauty, today I’m going to take you right in front of your father. I want him to know what it feels like to wish for death. Now, come here!"

With that, he reached out to grab Su Youning.

"How dare you!" Su Feng shrieked, unhesitatingly stepping in front of Su Youning. But Ximen Zhuo simply sent her flying with another slap.

"Sister Feng!" Su Youning cried out, about to rush over. But Ximen Zhuo took a step forward, blocking her way. He chuckled darkly and said:

"Beauty, don’t worry about her. Why don’t you just keep me company and have some fun!"

He then reached out to caress Su Youning’s pretty face. Su Youning kept backing away until she was cornered, with nowhere left to retreat. Ximen Zhuo’s grubby hand was about to touch her face!

Terrified, Su Youning burst into tears.

Seeing Su Youning’s pitiful, tear-streaked appearance, Ximen Zhuo’s lust flared. He smirked and said:

"What are you crying for, beauty? In a moment, I’ll make you enjoy this. Haha, get over here!"

With that, he lunged for Su Youning. But just then, a figure appeared like a flash of lightning and slammed a fist into Ximen Zhuo’s shoulder.

With a loud CRACK, Ximen Zhuo let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body flew sideways, crashing heavily to the ground. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, unable to stop!

The newcomer stared at Ximen Zhuo and said coldly, "You dog, how dare you have designs on my Ningning!"

The newcomer was none other than Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng!" Su Youning cried out, clinging tightly to him, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Feng turned and patted the back of her hand, comforting her softly, "It’s okay now. I’m here."

Ye Feng had barely finished speaking when Ximen Zhuo’s furious roar sounded from behind him:

"You’re here? Who the hell do you think you are? You want to stand up for the Su family? You’re not worthy!"

Just then, a middle-aged man at the door looked at Ye Feng and shouted shrilly:

"Master, it was this man, along with a big guy, who killed the Young Master!"

When Ximen Zhuo heard this, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He looked up at Ye Feng, grinding his teeth. "So, it was you, you piece of scum. I was just about to hunt you down to avenge my son, but you delivered yourself right to my doorstep. Excellent. You’re not leaving today. I’m going to rip out your heart, liver, and lungs to appease my son’s spirit!"

With that, he roared at the men by the door, "All of you, get him! Kill him!"

The men at the door grabbed whatever weapons they could find and charged at Ye Feng. But before they could even reach him, Ye Feng let out a sudden, thunderous roar:

"GET LOST!"

The men were instantly sent flying backward as if hit by a high-speed train. They rained down like dumplings being dropped into a pot, landing in a heap with a series of THUDS and CRACKS. They writhed and wailed on the ground, but not a single one could get back up.

Ximen Zhuo’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. ’He’s that strong?’ But he quickly recovered, glaring at Ye Feng and saying coldly:

"You scum, I didn’t expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve. But so what? It won’t change your fate of dying here today!"

After speaking, he turned to the old man behind him and said respectfully, "Elder Ma, it seems I’ll have to trouble you to take action today!"

Su Zheng, who was behind them, also recognized the old man. He couldn’t help but exclaim, "The Ximen family’s guardian, Ma Changjiang!"

As he said this, his face instantly turned pale.

Seeing Su Zheng’s reaction, a satisfied smile spread across Ximen Zhuo’s face.

"It seems you know how formidable our family’s Ma Guardian is. But it seems someone here doesn’t!"

He then turned to Ye Feng and said coldly, "Let me introduce you, scum. This is the Ximen family’s Ma Guardian, a Tier Five Martial Emperor. The reason our Ximen family stands strong is because of his protection.

"You may have some skill, but you’re not good enough to face Ma Guardian. You’re still going to die here today."

He then looked at Ma Changjiang and said through gritted teeth, "Ma Guardian, do it! Cripple him!"

Ma Changjiang nodded. His body flickered, and in the next instant, he abruptly appeared before Ye Feng. He raised his right palm and brought it down fiercely toward Ye Feng’s heart.

The force of the palm strike was immense. Su Youning, standing behind Ye Feng, felt a terrifying pressure wash over her. It felt as if a giant boulder was crushing her chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

She looked at Ye Feng standing before her and couldn’t help but shout in concern, "You have to be careful!"

Behind them, Ximen Zhuo burst into wild, unrestrained laughter. "Be careful? In the face of absolute power, no matter how careful he is, he can’t change his fate of dying a violent death! And you won’t escape the fate of being taken by me right here, today! Haha..."

But before his words had even faded, the next scene made his pupils contract sharply. He watched, wide-eyed, as Ye Feng’s right hand shot up before Ma Changjiang’s palm could even touch him. Striking second but landing first, Ye Feng’s hand clamped down directly on Ma Changjiang’s head.

Ma Changjiang let out a piercing shriek. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees directly in front of Ye Feng. In the next moment, blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He froze, completely still.

Behind them, Ximen Zhuo’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

’Who was Ma Changjiang? He was the strongest expert in the Ximen family, a peerless master who had reached Tier Five Martial Emperor! Yet in front of Ye Feng, he didn’t even have a chance to make a move before being utterly defeated?’

’How... how is this possible?’ But looking at the unmoving Ma Changjiang, he knew it was all too real.

He looked at Ye Feng, trembling with rage. "Good, kid. I really underestimated you. But so what? You’re still nothing in the eyes of my Ximen family! You’re still going to die today! The Ximen family has plenty of experts, plenty!"

With that, he took out his phone and prepared to make a call.

But just as his words fell, a cold voice rang out from the entrance:

"Your Ximen family is nothing!"

As the voice faded, a group of people swept into the room.

Ximen Zhuo, who had just been acting so arrogant, was enraged that someone dared to openly challenge him. He spun around, glared at the newcomers, and roared in fury:

"Who the hell do you think you are—"

But halfway through his sentence, he recognized the person. In an instant, he fell silent, like a castrated rooster with its neck squeezed.

The newcomer was Ouyang Nan, Head Squad Leader of the Dragon King Pavilion.

’His Changle Hall had a bit of money and power, sure. But compared to the Dragon King Pavilion, the Ximen family was truly nothing. They could wipe Changle Hall off the map with the lift of a finger.’

What right did he have to act arrogant in front of someone like that?

So, once he came to his senses, he staggered over to Ouyang Nan and said with a sycophantic smile, "Aiya, I didn’t realize it was Squad Leader Ouyang! Please forgive my offensive words just now!"

But what happened next made his pupils contract sharply once again.