He actually said he wanted to cultivate two treasures!
Are you trying to get yourself killed?!
The surrounding disciples were all dumbfounded, speechless with astonishment.
Leng Feng's face turned completely grim, and his aura suddenly erupted, clearly displaying his late-stage Xuan rank. He then coldly said:
"I'll give you one more chance. Get out of the Glazed Tile School now and put away your greed. Otherwise, even if we have to pay a price, we'll make sure you perish here!"
"Heh." Yang Feng chuckled lightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold, like ice. A strange red light flashed in his right eye, and violent spiritual power gradually surged around his body.
In the past, he might have kindly let them go and helped them without expecting anything in return, but things are different now, after everything they've been through.
They need to understand that there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Even if they were all combined, he might not be a match for them, but that doesn't mean he's easy to fool!
The atmosphere suddenly became very heavy and tense!
The surrounding disciples sensed the surging aura emanating from him and all prepared for battle.
“You do have many people here, many experts, and you may even have hidden trump cards. I—I am indeed no match for you!”
Yang Feng's eyes swept over the surrounding disciples, finally landing on Leng Feng and the other six experts, before he continued:
"But if we really make a move, I can guarantee that you will all be buried here with me, and this Glazed Tile School will become a desolate ruin."
"Ha! Arrogant brat, what a fool you are! Who do you think you are to bury our century-old Liuli Sect?!"
Gou Yue looked at Yang Feng and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
The Glazed Tile School has a history of nearly 300 years and possesses a wealth of cultivation treasures, making countless martial artists envious and eager to join the school!
"Then let's give it a try!"
After saying that, Yang Feng made a sudden move, his violent spiritual energy covering his entire arm, and his fist slammed directly into Gou Yue's chest.
Upon seeing this, Gou Yue's expression changed drastically. He had no time to react and was sent flying backward in an instant. Blood gushed from his throat, and he crashed heavily onto the white marble floor, his breath becoming increasingly faint.
"You! You're asking for it—"
Leng Feng was furious and attacked instantly, his body moving like a hurricane, unleashing his ultimate technique.
Seventeen Roaring Palms!
"It's the sect leader's ultimate technique!" At this moment, a disciple suddenly exclaimed.
"It seems the sect leader is truly enraged this time!" The younger elder remarked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"The Mad and Cunning Howl Gathers, Seventeen Linked Attacks, a total of seventeen attacks, and each palm strike is slightly more powerful than the previous one. Even a master of the Earth Rank would be wary of it!"
The one speaking was the female elder; a slight smile played on her lips as she began to speak:
"This boy is still too young and arrogant. If he were properly educated, he would surely amount to something great in the future. It's just a pity that today he wants to... What! What is he doing?!"
At this moment, all the disciples around were filled with disbelief, staring blankly at Yang Feng rushing towards them.
Instead of trying to avoid it, he chose to confront it head-on.
Everyone had the same thought in their minds.
This person is absolutely insane!
"Heh, fall." Leng Feng sneered inwardly as he saw Yang Feng charging towards him.
Yang Feng's lips suddenly curved into a smile, which surprised Leng Feng.
"Tai Chi..."
His fist struck Leng Feng's palm without making a sound; the scene seemed to freeze, with the two locked in a standoff.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng slowly retracted his arm, then his fist exploded out again.
Use someone's strength against them!
"boom!"
A figure was suddenly forced to retreat more than twenty meters before finally regaining his footing.
"As expected of the sect leader of the Glazed Tile School, his strength is truly extraordinary. I admire him greatly."
Yang Feng stood still, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes fixed on Leng Feng, who was twenty meters away, and spoke.
Leng Feng looked at Yang Feng with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Is he really as powerful as Murong Tian claimed, capable of defeating a peak-level Xuan-rank opponent?!
How could this be? How could a mere boy under twenty years old possess such formidable strength?
Could it be that he's from that place?
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 164 Gou Yue, die!
"You're from—the martial arts world?"