Chapter 279: King Yama Isn’t Giving Me Any More Time

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: King Yama Isn’t Giving Me Any More Time

In the city,

A Maybach sedan was parked in front of a quaint, traditional courtyard home.

The car door opened, and Ye Feng stepped out. He glanced at the layout of the courtyard and the surrounding terrain, and his brow furrowed instantly.

Just then, a young man in combat attire abruptly appeared before Ye Feng. He stared at him and said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you sneak around and spy on this place? Audacious!

Get lost, or don’t blame me for what happens next!"

Ye Feng looked at the man in combat attire and began to speak calmly, "I am Ye Feng—"

But before he could finish, the young man cut him off coldly, "I told you to get lost! Are you deaf? If you don’t leave now, I won’t be merciful!"

Ye Feng looked at the young man and chuckled. "You’re quite arrogant, aren’t you?"

The young man flew into a rage. "Since you’re courting death, don’t blame me for what happens next! Scram!"

With that, his right fist shot out like lightning, aiming for Ye Feng’s shoulder.

The fist was as fast as a lightning bolt, swift as a shooting star, reaching Ye Feng in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng smiled faintly, raised his right hand, and effortlessly caught the young man’s fist. No matter how hard the man struggled, his fist couldn’t move another inch.

With a sudden push from Ye Feng, the young man staggered backward and fell flat on his butt.

Ye Feng clapped his hands and chuckled. "Is that all you’ve got? Did your master’s wife teach you how to fight?"

"You..." The young man performed an agile flip to get back on his feet, his gaze turning icy as he stared at Ye Feng.

Just then, two more men in combat attire appeared. Seeing the first young man, one of them frowned and asked:

"Xuanwu, what’s going on?"

The young man, Xuanwu, pointed at Ye Feng and said coldly, "This person is here to cause trouble!"

A man with fierce, leopard-like eyes stared at Ye Feng and spoke in a cold voice:

"You dare cause trouble in front of the Grand Elder’s residence? Are you looking to die?"

He prepared to attack.

But Xuanwu quickly stopped him. "Second Brother, this guy is skilled! I just got my ass kicked by him!"

Hearing this, the leopard-eyed man—Bai Hu—narrowed his eyes. "You’re already a Tier Eight Martial Emperor, yet you lost to him. It seems this person must be at least at the Tier Nine Martial Emperor Level!"

Bai Hu looked at Ye Feng and said coldly, "Tier Nine Martial Emperor, so you do have some skill. But you’re still not qualified to cause trouble in front of the Grand Elder’s residence."

He then looked at the other two. "Let’s take him down together! Cripple him!"

The two nodded and joined Bai Hu, forming a triangular attack formation as they rushed Ye Feng. A terrifying pressure immediately spread out, making it difficult to breathe.

Xuanwu glared at Ye Feng and said coldly, "To be taken on by the three of us at once, you can die without regrets. This is the end for you!"

But just as he finished speaking, they saw Ye Feng slowly raise his right hand. Instantly, a ten-foot-wide palm print materialized in the air.

The palm print hovered there, emitting a primordial aura that instantly enveloped the three men. They felt as if a mythical mountain was crashing down on them. Their legs trembled, and they nearly collapsed to their knees.

Bai Hu looked at the palm print and screamed, "A God-level master! You’re a God-level master!"

In the next moment, his face turned ashen.

A God-level master was a full major realm above them. Forget the three of them; even if a hundred more just like them were tied together, they would be no match for such an opponent.

They finally understood: they had picked a fight with the wrong person.

Just then, Ye Feng looked at the three men with a broad smile.

"I’m just performing a little magic trick, no need to panic. Let’s keep playing, keep playing!"

’We’re Martial Emperor Level cultivators! In front of a Martial God like you, play what? Play my ass!’

But at that moment, another man in combat attire suddenly appeared in front of them. The pressure on the three men immediately lessened.

Bai Hu was overjoyed to see the newcomer. He turned to Ye Feng and said coldly, "Kid, do you know who this is? This is our big brother, Cyan Dragon! Did you really think you could act so insolently at the Grand Elder’s residence just because you’re a Martial God? Let me tell you, you’re not worthy! Because our big brother Cyan Dragon is also a Tier One Martial God!"

He then turned to Cyan Dragon and said through gritted teeth, "Big Brother, this person came to the Grand Elder’s residence with ill intentions. Please, take action and cripple this scoundrel—"

But before he could finish, he saw Cyan Dragon take two steps forward, stop before Ye Feng, give a deep bow, and speak respectfully:

"Cyan Dragon greets you, Sir. My arrangements were inadequate, allowing these three to offend you. I apologize!"

The three men behind him stared, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Xuanwu looked at Cyan Dragon and cried out in astonishment, "Big Brother, what ’Sir’? He’s clearly an assassin who came here to harm the Grand Elder—"

"Shut your mouth!" Cyan Dragon whirled around and glared at Xuanwu. "Do you have any idea who saved the Grand Elder when he was critically ill and on the brink of death? It was this very Divine Doctor.

How dare you be so disrespectful to the Grand Elder’s savior? You are all out of line!"

"So he’s the Divine Doctor who saved the Grand Elder!" the three men exclaimed, their faces filled with shame. They hurried over to Ye Feng, bowed deeply, and said guiltily:

"We were blind to not recognize you, Sir. We have offended you, and we apologize!"

Xuanwu also spoke with shame, "Sir, assassins have been making repeated attempts, so I was overly vigilant. In my caution, I ended up provoking you. I am truly sorry."

Ye Feng smiled faintly. "No harm done when there was no ill intent. Get up. Take me to see the Grand Elder."

The men quickly rose and led Ye Feng inside.

The group arrived at the east wing. Cyan Dragon lifted the door curtain, and Ye Feng strode in.

In the east wing, an old man with a pale face sat on a sofa against the wall, coughing incessantly.

It was the Grand Elder, Xuanyuan Sword.

Beside him, an old man with a white beard and hair was taking his pulse.

When Xuanyuan Sword saw Ye Feng arrive, his eyes lit up, and he managed a weak smile. "Young friend, come, have a seat!"

Ye Feng nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite Xuanyuan Sword.

Just then, the white-haired old man released Xuanyuan Sword’s wrist, shook his head, and sighed. "Grand Elder, your meridians are completely blocked, and your organs are failing. Forgive me, but there is nothing more I can do!"

"How much time do I have left?" Xuanyuan Sword asked the white-haired elder calmly, as if he were discussing a matter that had nothing to do with him, rather than his own life and death.

The white-haired elder sighed. "Grand Elder, with medicine, I can keep you alive for one more month."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Sword gave a bitter smile. "Only one month left, huh? There are still some things I haven’t finished. It seems they will have to remain regrets."

He then turned to Ye Feng. "Young friend, I had hoped to wait until I recovered to have a good drink with you, but King Yama isn’t giving me the time. Today, let’s have a drink together. It will fulfill a wish of mine."

He looked toward Cyan Dragon, who was standing at the door. "Bring wine!"

Hearing this, the white-haired elder’s expression changed drastically. "Grand Elder, absolutely not! In your current condition, if you dare to drink alcohol, you won’t live for more than ten days!"

Before his voice had faded, Ye Feng, who was beside them, spoke calmly. "Grand Elder, drink to your heart’s content. With me here, I guarantee you will be perfectly fine..."

The moment Ye Feng finished speaking, the white-haired elder’s face turned cold. "Did you not hear me say that the Grand Elder is terminally ill? And you’re still encouraging him to drink? Are you trying to kill him? You ignorant brat, spouting such nonsense!"

Hearing the elder’s rude remarks, Ye Feng suddenly turned to look at him, chuckled, and said a single sentence.

When the white-haired elder heard it, he nearly exploded with rage.