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Yuan Li's sudden escape left Leihua stunned. He glanced at Ye Honglin, whose cultivation had plummeted to the Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm, feeling a sense of reluctance. It wouldn't be long before he could easily kill this person.
However, Leihua also knew that Yuan Li was always cautious; if he didn't encounter real danger, he wouldn't have chosen to flee immediately.
"Well, although I will definitely be punished by the higher-ups when I return, it's still better than dying here!" Leihua gritted his teeth, sheathed his Golden Dragon Sword, and turned to leave.
Although Ye Feng did not witness the two escaping with his own eyes, his spiritual sense at the Refining Qi Second Layer had already clearly perceived everything. He chose not to pursue them directly; after all, it wasn't easy to stop them, and there was still the large force from the Ning Family that needed his attention.
"It should come to an end!" Ye Feng stood up, calmly surveying his surroundings. Looking at the Ye Family Members guarding him, a warm feeling arose in his heart.
"Although there are troublemakers like Ye Zhan among us, most of the Ye Family Members understand the importance of family survival and are willing to risk their lives to protect me. If it weren't for their protection, I wouldn't have been able to break through so safely!"
The Ye Family Members were in high spirits, but nearly all were injured; after all, in terms of strength, the Ye Family was still far behind the Xu Family.
"What are you all standing there for? Don't let this kid's bluster scare you! Our Ning Family is not so easily defeated. Charge forward!" At that moment, a piercing shout came from the crowd of Ning Family members.
"Ning Hong!" Ye Feng frowned slightly, a glimmer of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"To capture the thief, first capture the king. Only by thoroughly killing the grandfather and grandson leading the Ning Family can we cause the entire Ning Family to collapse!" Ye Feng sneered and suddenly vanished from his original spot.
The Ye Family Members were momentarily stunned but quickly cheered loudly. Meanwhile, the surrounding Ning Family Members were filled with fear, worried that Ye Feng might suddenly turn against them.
"Stop him! Quickly stop him!" Among the Ning Family Members, Ning Hong looked terrified as he saw Ye Feng suddenly appear before him, retreating rapidly.
Ye Feng remained unfazed as he stepped toward Ning Hong.
Surrounding him were all Ning Family Descendants, but facing the terrifying aura emanating from Ye Feng, they felt no inclination to resist or block him; they could only watch helplessly as Ye Feng approached Ning Hong.
"Stop it, you scoundrel!" The head of the Ning Family, Ning Zhiyuan, who had been forced back by Ye Zhentian, noticed his grandson in imminent danger and rushed over with a shocked expression.
"You can't kill me! I am the number one genius of the Ning Family, the future head of the Ning Family! If you kill me, my grandfather will definitely take revenge!" Ning Hong, terrified to the extreme, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
"How can you still call yourself the number one genius of the Ning Family? With your cowardly behavior, you are bringing shame to the Ning Family!" Ye Feng sneered and disregarded Ning Zhiyuan's shouts from afar. He raised one hand and struck directly at Ning Hong.
"Tide Sound Palm!" As a low-grade Yellow Rank technique, Tide Sound Palm was quite ordinary in terms of power and momentum. However, in the hands of Ye Feng, who was at the Seventh Level of the Yuan Martial Realm, it unleashed unimaginable power.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three thunderous sounds echoed as Ye Feng's figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a towering wave that crashed against Ning Hong's chest.
Boom! It was like a thunderclap on a clear day; debris flew everywhere as a sandstorm erupted. The terrifying shockwave sent all nearby Ning Family members retreating in alarm!
"No!" Ning Zhiyuan arrived just in time to witness this astonishing scene unfold before him. He immediately realized that his grandson had no chance of survival.
After a few breaths, a deep pit about three or four meters wide gradually came into view before Ye Feng. At the bottom of the pit lay a mangled body, its face and chest completely shattered beyond recognition.
But everyone knew that the one who died at Ye Feng's hands was none other than Ning Hong, the future of the Ning Family and Ning Zhiyuan's most precious grandson!
"I will take your life!" Ning Zhiyuan's beard bristled, his face twisted in rage. Finally unleashing his full cultivation in fury, he brought his hands together, causing violent gusts of wind to coalesce around him.
"Xunfeng Tianluo Fist!"
Centered around Ning Zhiyuan's fists, an extremely violent giant tornado began to form, unleashing a terrifying aura of Vital Energy.
"To be able to unleash a Martial Technique akin to Gangwu Realm Vital Energy with Eighth Layer Yuan Martial Realm strength!" Ye Feng was slightly surprised and secretly admired Ning Zhiyuan for executing an attack far beyond his own capabilities.
"Die for me!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly let out a loud roar and struck out with both fists!
The hurricane surged like a dragon, finally going completely berserk under Ning Zhiyuan's fierce assault, charging straight towards Ye Feng's face.
Ye Feng looked at the terrifyingly powerful Martial Technique unleashed by Ning Zhiyuan and merely let out a slight cold smile.
With his enhanced perception at Refining Qi Second Layer, he quickly realized that this move, Xunfeng Tianluo Fist, was nothing but a show of strength.
The wind seemed terrifying, but it was just an ordinary whirlwind; the momentum appeared impressive, yet the real threat lay in the punch power hidden within the Tornado!
This punch power contained a trace of Vital Energy, its might should not be underestimated. If one were to be deceived by the Tornado and expend their energy resisting the seemingly fearsome winds, they would be left defenseless when the punch power struck.
Fortunately, Ye Feng had advanced to Refining Qi Second Layer, his spiritual sense was now twice as strong as before, allowing him to easily discern the weaknesses of this Martial Technique.
"Raging Thunder Step, Thunder Three Styles, Primordial Thunder Palm!" Ye Feng suddenly moved his feet, showing no intention of retreating; instead, he charged directly into the wind.
"He actually dares to confront the Tornado head-on; isn't that too arrogant?" Soon someone exclaimed in shock. In their view, if one got caught in that Tornado, they would surely be torn to shreds.
"Hmph, it seems this kid from Ye Family is nothing special. He is doomed; it's a pity the old man arrived too late to save Young Master Ning!"
The onlookers from Ning Family displayed a relaxed expression. As long as Ye Feng was eliminated, the morale of Ye Family would suffer a heavy blow. At that point, breaking through Ye Family would be a piece of cake.
Boom! Boom! The violent Tornado occasionally erupted with explosive sounds. Before long, the hurricane gradually dissipated, and Ye Feng's slender figure reappeared before everyone.
"He’s fine! He actually came out unscathed from even the old man's full-force strike!" The Ye Family members were utterly dumbfounded.
"Your Martial Technique is impressive; unfortunately, you lack the cultivation of Gangwu Realm and cannot fully unleash the Vital Energy within you. Thus, the Tornado is merely an ordinary airflow rotation and not a true Xunfeng formed from Vital Energy. However, the punch power hidden in the wind is decent—what a pity!" Ye Feng smiled lightly and shook his head, saying, "What a pity you are still not my opponent!"
"You actually saw through my Martial Technique!" Ning Zhiyuan's face turned ashen. Although it was just airflow rotation, it could easily confuse people's vision and judgment. Therefore, his punch imbued with Vital Energy could effortlessly strike his opponent. Even at his peak, Ye Zhentian would choose to temporarily retreat when faced with this Martial Technique from Ning Zhiyuan.
"You may have broken through, but you only possess the cultivation of the Yuan Martial Realm Seventh Level. How is it that your strength surpasses that of a master at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Yuan Martial Realm?" Ning Zhiyuan asked sternly.
"Want to know?" Ye Feng replied with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Go ask your grandson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng's figure suddenly flashed, and he executed the Raging Thunder Step.
"Ning old man, everything you did to me before, I will return it double!" Ye Feng shouted coldly, unleashing his palm like lightning as he struck out with the Primordial Thunder Palm once again.
With the cultivation of the Yuan Martial Realm Seventh Level, the power of the Primordial Thunder Palm surged greatly. Between his palms, purple lightning as thick as fingers flickered back and forth, emanating an astonishing aura!
"Sky-Splitting Fist!" Ning Zhiyuan roared in response. Faced with Ye Feng's overwhelming attack, he felt as if he was locked onto by a mysterious force, unable to evade; he could only meet it head-on.
"Bang!"
A blinding purple light suddenly erupted between the two, followed by a terrifying shockwave that blasted away more than ten Ye Family Disciples nearby!
Yet the two combatants stood facing each other, their feet not moving an inch.
"Good, good, good. With a talent like you from the Ye Family, I, Ning Zhiyuan, accept my defeat today. However, don’t think that the Ye Family can easily dominate Silvermoon City and monopolize the Silver Moon Secret Realm in the future. Today, you have offended not just my Ning Family but also the Imperial Family of the Capital behind us. Sooner or later, your Ye Family's fate will be a thousand times worse than mine..."
After saying this with a heavy heart, Ning Zhiyuan's once robust body seemed to suddenly grow thin. Under Ye Feng's indifferent gaze, he finally collapsed with blood streaming from his seven orifices.
A generation of masters who had dominated Silvermoon City for nearly twenty years—Ning Zhiyuan—had died at the hands of a junior without any tricks or schemes involved.
The surroundings fell silent; everyone stared incredulously at Ye Feng, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Ye Family Members, obey my command!" Ye Feng raised his head and glanced at Chen Xiaobing, who was still meditating and healing, completely unaware of what had transpired. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"To avenge our fallen brothers from the Three Prominent Families, all Ning Family Members present, show no mercy!"
As soon as the words were spoken, all Ye Family Members' eyes turned red with determination. Under Ye Feng's rallying call, they picked up their weapons and launched a full-scale counterattack against the Ning Family outside the city!
In an instant, cries of anguish filled the air. The already terrified Ning Family members completely lost their will to resist and scattered in fear at the slaughter by the Ye Family.
Occasionally, there were a few strong counterattacks, but they were easily crushed by Ye Feng, who arrived at lightning speed.
The battle raged on for a full three hours. All Ning Family Members gathered by Ning Zhiyuan to eliminate the Ye Family, along with those from the Imperial Family of the Capital who had come to support them, became targets for the Ye Family's revenge.
Unfortunately, the gates of Silvermoon City were not under the control of the Ye Family. So even though Ye Feng desperately tried to block them, many still managed to escape.
"Ye Honglin, Ye Honghai, do you think you can escape from my grasp?"
In a corner of Silvermoon City, two middle-aged men attempting to flee with a small group of Ning Family members were cornered by Ye Feng at the city gate.
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