Chapter 256: Take a Good Look, Who Am I?

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Take a Good Look, Who Am I?

The members of the Martial Arts Association behind them froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

’The grand head of the Martial Arts Association, killed just like that... Wasn’t this a bit too tyrannical!’

The butler in the back finally snapped out of it. He looked at Ye Feng and shrieked:

"Y-You actually dared to kill the Head? Aren’t you afraid of the Prince who backs us?"

Ye Feng looked at the butler and chuckled. "The Prince? Who the hell is he? Not only am I killing Jiang Sheng today, but I’m also going to wipe out your entire Martial Arts Association!"

After speaking, he looked at Ouyang Nan beside him and gave a cold command:

"Go. Annihilate every last remnant of the Martial Arts Association. Leave no one alive. I want everyone to know the price for daring to touch my, Ye Feng’s, people!"

Ouyang Nan nodded, swung the large blade in his hand, and bellowed, "Brothers, kill them all!"

"Kill!"

Ma Hui and the others behind him followed Ouyang Nan, charging toward the members of the Martial Arts Association.

A group of Martial Arts Association masters glared at Ouyang Nan and roared in fury, "If you’re looking to die, then come on..."

But before the words could even leave their mouths, Ouyang Qiu abruptly raised her right palm and slammed it down toward them.

A deafening explosion rang out. Dust and smoke billowed everywhere, and the very ground seemed to shake.

Before the dust had even settled, everyone looked ahead and saw a massive crater, over ten feet in diameter, had appeared in the ground.

The group of Martial Arts Association masters had vanished completely. Only the nauseating stench of blood filled the air. The remaining members of the Association were scared out of their minds.

Any one of those masters could have lorded over the Imperial Capital, yet before Ouyang Qiu, they were as fragile as clay chickens and pottery dogs, obliterated in a single move.

The Association members looked at Ouyang Qiu, so terrified their hair stood on end. ’Who could possibly stand against such a horrifying existence?’

No one from the Martial Arts Association dared to resist any longer. They screamed and fled in disarray, but were quickly overtaken by Ouyang Nan, Ma Hui, and the others, who cut them down mercilessly.

In just a few minutes, all five hundred members of the Martial Arts Association had been slaughtered. Aside from the butler, not a single person was left standing.

The once-flourishing Martial Arts Association had instantly transformed into an Asura’s hell.

The butler stared at the severed limbs littering the ground and the blood flowing freely, and he couldn’t help but vomit violently.

Just then, Ye Feng walked up to the butler and spoke calmly:

"Do you know why I spared you? It’s because I want you to deliver a message to that good-for-nothing Prince."

"You tell him not to mess with me again. Otherwise, I won’t just wipe out his Martial Arts Association; I’ll grind him into the dirt too. And I mean it!"

The butler stared blankly at Ye Feng, then at the field of corpses. He didn’t doubt the truth of his words for a second.

He nodded tremblingly, then quickly turned and scrambled to leave.

Ma Hui caught up to him from behind and swung his machete down.

The butler screamed in agony as his right arm was hacked clean off.

Ma Hui looked at him and said coldly, "You’re just delivering a message. No need to go back in one piece!"

The butler’s body trembled with pain, but he didn’t dare make another peep. He stumbled away.

Ma Hui walked over to Ouyang Qiu, rubbing his hands together with a sly grin. "Hey, Senior Sister, let’s get acquainted. My name is Ma Hui!"

’Such a delicate beauty is actually a supreme master! If I could just get on her good side, I’d be waking up laughing in my sleep.’

But Ouyang Qiu spun around, her voice icy as she stared at him. "How old are you? And you’re calling me ’sister’?"

Ma Hui knew he had just shot himself in the foot trying to suck up. He froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

Seeing his awkward predicament, the crowd behind him burst into roaring laughter.

Ye Feng smiled faintly. "Many of our brothers are injured. Come on, let’s go to Hundred Herbs Hall and get everyone treated."

Everyone agreed, piled into their cars, and followed Ye Feng as they sped toward Hundred Herbs Hall.

...

At the entrance of Hundred Herbs Hall, a delicate figure stood waiting.

It was Su Youning.

The night wind was chilling, making Su Youning’s dress rustle. Her pretty face was red from the cold. She cupped her hands to her lips, blowing warm air into them, clearly unable to bear the chill, but she still stood there, gazing eagerly into the distance.

Just then, Su Feng came over and looked at Su Youning, chiding her, "Ningning, it’s freezing out! Why aren’t you in bed? What are you doing standing out here?"

Su Youning gave Su Feng a sweet smile and said, "I’m waiting for him to come back!"

"Oh, honestly! He’s a grown man, he knows how to get home. He doesn’t need you waiting for him out here. Come back inside with me!"

Su Youning shook her head and said stubbornly, "I want to wait for him. I won’t be at ease until I see him come back safely!"

"Honestly, you silly girl! Who knows when he’ll be back? How long are you going to wait...?" Su Feng exclaimed, exasperated with Su Youning.

But just as she finished speaking, a few figures appeared, walking toward them from a distance.

"He’s back!" Su Youning cried out happily and started to run toward them. But under the dim yellow light of the streetlamp, she finally got a clear look and realized it wasn’t Ye Feng at all.

Su Youning stopped in her tracks, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

At that moment, the men reached them.

They were staggering, reeking of alcohol. It was obvious they’d had a lot to drink.

A curly-haired man glanced over at Su Youning, and his eyes immediately fixated on her. He just stood there, staring, saliva dripping from his mouth.

A young man in front of him, dressed in a leather jacket and leather pants, turned around, glared at him, and roared:

"What the fuck are you doing? Move! You gonna stand there like a corpse?"

Only then did the curly-haired man snap out of it. He looked at the man in leather and shouted excitedly:

"Boss, a beauty!"

The man in leather curled his lip disdainfully and glanced casually in the direction the curly-haired man was pointing. But in the next second, his own eyes went wide:

"Holy shit! She really is a beauty! A total knockout!"

With that, he walked straight up to Su Youning, a lecherous grin on his face.

"Hey, little beauty. Standing out here so late... you must be selling, right? Come with me. No matter the price today, I’m taking your business!"

Su Youning let out a terrified shriek and quickly hid behind Su Feng.

Su Feng’s eyes widened in fury. She put her hands on her hips and roared at the man in leather, "Your mother is the one who’s selling! Your sister is the one who’s selling! All the women in your family are the ones who are selling...!"

"You bitch!" Before Su Feng could finish, the curly-haired man rushed forward, slapped her hard across the face, and roared like thunder:

"How dare you be disrespectful to Brother Tian! Are you fucking looking to die?"

Half of Su Feng’s face swelled up from the blow. She was absolutely livid. She glared at the curly-haired man and roared in fury, "I don’t give a damn about some ’Brother Tian’ or ’Brother Di’! How dare you cause trouble at the entrance of Hundred Herbs Hall! I’m gonna call my people and have you crippled!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man in leather walked up to her, patting her cheek with a smirk.

"You little bitch, take a good look at who I am."

"I don’t give a damn who..." Su Feng roared like a tigress, hands on her hips, but under the dim yellow streetlamp, she finally got a clear look at the man in leather and couldn’t help but gasp:

"Nan Batian!"

After speaking, her expression changed drastically.