Chapter 448 - 447: Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Duan Tianhong

Chapter 448: Chapter 447: Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Duan Tianhong

Two hours later, the room finally fell quiet.

Gazing at Long Xi’Er’s enchanting figure, Ye Feng said with a sly grin, "Be good. That last ’assignment’ was a bit sloppy. How about we review it one more time?"

Long Xi’Er shrieked and quickly pulled the covers over herself. Staring at Ye Feng, she cried out in alarm, "You wouldn’t dare! Are you trying to wear me out completely? Hurry up and go see Sister Yufei and the others. I’ve already called them, and they’re all waiting to see you!"

Only then did Ye Feng get up, get dressed, and leave the Prince Consort’s Manor, driving towards the Wind Chasing Group.

Meanwhile,

At the Wind Chasing Group,

Several of the girls were chatting with Ye Tianwen and Su Mei when, suddenly, a black mist drifted in from the window. In no time, the room was filled with it.

"Where is this black mist coming from? Is someone burning something?" Wang Luyao muttered. She got up to close the window, but before she had taken two steps, she was struck by a splitting headache. She staggered for a moment and then, with a THUD, collapsed to the floor.

"Luyao, what’s wrong?" Nangong Xue cried out. She quickly rose to help Wang Luyao, but before she could even touch her, she let out a piercing scream. Her own body went limp and she crumpled to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

"Sisters," Xiao Yufei cried, rushing over. "What’s wrong with you?"

But before the words even left her mouth, she too collapsed, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

"My dears, what’s wrong?" Su Mei’s face drained of color as she watched. She tried to go help them, but she also stumbled and fell.

Nearby, Ye Tianwen watched, horrified, as an ethereal white mist drifted out from the top of each woman’s head and floated unsteadily away.

Ye Tianwen was worldly and knowledgeable. Seeing this, his expression changed drastically. "The Soul-Seizing Art! This is the Soul-Seizing Art!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a sinister voice echoed from outside the window. "You are... correct!"

As the voice spoke, the window burst open, and a figure floated in from outside.

He drifted in just like a ghost.

The visitor was an old man dressed in black. He had a gaunt, withered face that looked downright ghostly, and his eyes glinted with a cold, sinister light.

Ye Tianwen’s face darkened as he stared at the intruder. "To use such a despicable method to harm others... You’re courting death."

With that, Ye Tianwen threw Ye Feng’s warnings to the wind. He abruptly mobilized his True Qi and, with a great roar, charged the old man. Raising his right fist, he brought it crashing toward the man’s temple. "Go to hell!"

But before his fist could connect, the old man casually flicked the Duster in his hand. Ye Tianwen was sent flying sideways as if he’d been struck by a speeding train. He slammed heavily into the ground, coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood.

The old man looked down at Ye Tianwen with contempt. "A mere Tier One Martial Immortal ant dares to act so presumptuously before me? You truly have a death wish!"

Ye Tianwen stared at the old man and cried out in shock, "Who... who are you?"

The old man looked at Ye Tianwen and said calmly, "Duan Tianhong, Vice Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain!"

"You... you’re the Vice Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain." Ye Tianwen’s expression changed drastically. The Dragon Tiger Mountain lineage was known not only for profound cultivation, but also for mystical arts that were second to none. He had never imagined that this old man was such a terrifying entity. ’Who could possibly fight against something like this?’

He looked at Duan Tianhong and asked in bewilderment, "Master Duan, we have no quarrel with you. Why are you doing this to us?"

Duan Tianhong let out a cold chuckle. "You have no quarrel with me. Your son, on the other hand, does."

At that, Wang Luyao called out to Ye Tianwen, "Father-in-law, I remember now! Back in Jiangcheng, I had a dispute with the Lin family. Ye Feng killed the Lin family’s Patriarch, Lin Yuan. Unwilling to accept the defeat, they had Lin Yuan’s third brother, Lin Qing, come for revenge, but Ye Feng killed him too. This must be what he’s talking about."

Duan Tianhong nodded. "You’re right, little girl, but that’s not all. Not only did Ye Feng kill Lin Qing, he also annihilated the soul of Lin Qing’s master, Celestial Master Lingxiao.

"That bastard dared to disrespect our Dragon Tiger Mountain. He deserves to die!"

Ye Tianwen, at his side, yelled, "Your grievance is with Ye Feng, so go find him! Surely Dragon Tiger Mountain understands the rule that conflicts do not extend to family?"

Duan Tianhong sneered. "Conflicts do not extend to family? Heh. And what if I don’t feel like following that bullshit rule? Today, I’m going to destroy everyone close to him. I want him to know the meaning of a fate worse than death."

With that, he began to chant. The black mist in the room immediately thickened, and the white mist flowed from the women’s heads even faster. Their faces were pale with agony, and sweat poured down like rain.

Duan Tianhong cackled. "I’m going to rip out every last one of your souls and turn you into living corpses! I’ll make Ye Feng understand the price of offending Dragon Tiger Mountain! HAHA...!"

Seeing the white mist above the women’s heads grow thicker, Ye Tianwen’s heart sank. If their souls were completely extracted, they would be finished for good.

He struggled to confront Duan Tianhong, but before he could even stand, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, powerless, back to the floor. He was too gravely injured. He didn’t even have the strength to stand, let alone stop the man. All he could do was watch as the women’s souls were brutally extracted. His heart plunged into an abyss of despair.

’It’s over. It’s all over.’

"My wife! My girls!" Ye Tianwen let out an anguished cry, his eyes turning bloodshot. He could never have imagined that their long-awaited reunion with Ye Feng would so quickly turn into a final, tragic farewell.

Unable to bear the grief, tears streamed down his face.

"It hurts, doesn’t it? Good! It’s a shame that bastard Ye Feng doesn’t dare to show his face. Otherwise, I’d let you watch him die right in front of you. Tell me, wouldn’t that hurt even more? HAHA..." Duan Tianhong roared with maniacal laughter.

But before his laughter could fade, a voice as cold as ice rang out from the doorway. "Pity. For you, that is. I’m already here."

As the voice spoke, a figure strode into the room.

Ye Feng had arrived.