Instant Kill Minions

Ye Feng's words pierced the two men's sore spots like needles, making their faces flush red with fury as they stamped their feet and roared.

Du Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression darkened. He had originally intended to offer "courtesy" before resorting to force, but he had not expected this kid to be so oblivious to favors, even daring to mock the Baiyang Sect.

"Too noisy." Du Feng spat out the two words coldly, undisguised killing intent filling his gaze as he looked at Ye Feng.

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame us for being ruthless. Kill him!"

"Yes, Brother Feng!" A vicious gleam flashed through Zhao Hu's eyes as he immediately drew the longsaber at his waist.

His cultivation had reached the Body Refining Eighth Level, and he was considered somewhat capable even in the Baiyang Sect's Outer Court.

Facing an ordinary Feiyun Sect disciple with no reputation to speak of, he was confident he could take him down with ease.

"Kid, die!" Zhao Hu shouted sharply. True Qi circulated within him, and a faint layer of white light appeared over the blade.

Zhao Hu suddenly kicked off the ground, his body shooting forward like lightning. Carrying a fierce gust of saber wind, he brought his blade down toward Ye Feng's head!

He was fast, and his movements flowed smoothly. Clearly, he had great confidence in his saber technique, believing that with this strike, his opponent would not even have time to react before being separated from head to body!

Yet in Ye Feng's eyes, Zhao Hu's attack was as slow as a snail crawling.

"Too slow. Full of openings." Ye Feng shook his head. He could not even be bothered to use a Movement Technique, merely taking a casual step to the left.

Rip!

Zhao Hu's heavy, powerful slash missed Ye Feng's body by a hair. The blade struck the ground, sending dirt and wood chips flying.

"What?!" Zhao Hu's pupils contracted. He had not expected his opponent to evade so easily.

But his reaction was not slow. His saber sank as he prepared to change moves and sweep sideways.

But why would Ye Feng give him that chance?

Just as Zhao Hu's old force had been exhausted and his new force had yet to arise, Ye Feng moved.

His body lifted slightly as his right hand clenched into a fist and shot out like lightning, striking Zhao Hu squarely in the chest with incomparable precision!

He used no martial skill at all—only pure physical strength, coupled with the explosive force of the Perfection Realm Vajra Fist!

Bang!

A dull, thunderous boom rang out.

Zhao Hu felt an irresistible, terrifying force erupt from his chest, and his breastbone shattered instantly! His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He spat out a mouthful of blood in midair before slamming heavily into a large tree behind him. With a crack of breaking bones, he crumpled to the ground, twitched twice, and completely lost all breath.

Dead!

One punch kill!

Qian Bao, standing nearby, had the anger on his face freeze instantly, replaced by utter shock and terror!

His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at Zhao Hu's corpse on the ground, his eyes still open in death. Then he abruptly looked at Ye Feng, involuntarily taking a step back. His lips trembled. "Y-you... you..."

One punch! Just one punch had killed Zhao Hu, a Body Refining Eighth Level cultivator! How was that possible?!

How could this utterly ordinary-looking Feiyun Sect disciple be so strong?!

Scared out of his wits, Qian Bao no longer dared entertain the slightest arrogant thought. He instinctively hid behind Du Feng and said in a trembling voice, "B-Brother Feng! This kid... this kid is strange! He... he killed Zhao Hu!"

Du Feng's expression also sank completely as he stared at Ye Feng with a grave gaze.

He too had not expected this unknown Feiyun Sect disciple to kill Zhao Hu with a single punch!

That level of strength far exceeded his expectations!

Still, he did not take it too seriously. Zhao Hu was merely at the Body Refining Eighth Level; if he died, then he died. Someone capable of instantly killing a Body Refining Eighth Level cultivator with one punch was at most at the peak Body Refinement ninth level, perhaps barely reaching the Body Refining Tenth Level.

But he, Du Feng, was at the Body Refinement ninth level—and a genius capable of killing Qi Gathering Realm cultivators above his level!

"Interesting." Du Feng took a step forward, a powerful aura radiating from his body as it locked onto Ye Feng. His gaze was cold as a blade. "I never thought the Feiyun Sect's Outer Court would have someone like you. But after killing a member of my Baiyang Sect, do you think you can still leave alive?"

Du Feng's voice was like ice in the depths of winter, brimming with killing intent. "Hand over the Qi Gathering Grass, then slit your own throat to atone. I can let you die quickly. Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to be better off dead!"

Ye Feng looked at this self-righteous "genius" of the Baiyang Sect, a faint mocking smile appearing on his face. "Slit my own throat to atone? With just you?"

He

Weighing the Qi Gathering Grass in his hand, Ye Feng spoke with a teasing edge in his voice. "Want it? Then come take it yourself."

"What did you say?!"

Du Feng's face instantly turned livid. His sharp eyes fixed on Ye Feng as though they could spit fire. Behind him, Qian Bao was so frightened that he did not dare breathe loudly. He had never seen Du Feng this furious before.

"Idiot? You dare mock me?" Du Feng's eyes bulged with rage as a dense force of blood and qi suddenly erupted from his body. The surrounding air seemed to turn viscous, and a terrifying pressure spread outward from him.

Qian Bao was the closest. Pressed down by that aura, he immediately found it difficult to breathe. His face went pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he staggered back again and again.

Yet Ye Feng remained standing in place, his expression calm, as though that terrifying aura had no effect on him whatsoever. He even spread his hands and said with a teasing look, "What? Did I say something wrong? Or... are you still going to make me kill myself?"

"Courting death!"

Ye Feng's continued mockery was like pouring oil on a fire, completely igniting Du Feng's rage!

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" Du Feng roared, stomping fiercely against the ground. His body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, arriving before Ye Feng in an instant!

A faint red glow swirled around his palm—the manifestation of blood and qi force condensed to an extreme. With a howl that tore through the air, his palm slammed toward Ye Feng's head!

His eyes were filled with icy killing intent and a trace of twisted cruelty. He had no intention of letting Ye Feng die easily. He wanted to break his bones, tear apart his flesh, and make him howl amid the most extreme agony!

Facing Du Feng's furious strike, Ye Feng's expression remained calm.

Only when Du Feng's palm was about to touch his head did Ye Feng slowly raise his right hand and casually sweep it forward.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Ye Feng's palm collided with Du Feng's.

Du Feng felt an immense force surge from the other's palm! It far surpassed that of cultivators at the same level—even stronger than the full force of his own eruption!

An irresistible power crashed into him. Du Feng grunted, his entire body like one struck by a speeding carriage. He staggered back seven or eight steps before barely steadying himself, his arm numb and his palm burning with pain.

"How is that possible?!" Du Feng's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. "Your strength... how can it be this powerful?!"

Du Feng could now be certain that this Feiyun Sect disciple before him was absolutely no ordinary Body Refining Tenth Level cultivator! This strength had already Exceeded everything he knew about the Body Refining Tenth Level!