CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 0033: SLAUGHTER

"How... do you want to die?"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze fell on Zhou Tian.

His tone was calm, yet it carried a murderous intent.

When it comes to killing beasts, he never shows mercy.

"You dare kill a disciple of the Medical Martial Arts Sect, seeking death... Ahhh!!!"

Zhou Tian let out a crazed roar.

He never expected that in just a brief moment.

The dozen disciples he brought from the Medical Martial Arts Sect had fallen in a pool of blood.

These people were considered the backbone of the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

Each had the strength of Basic Level Students.

Now they’re all dead, surely his father wouldn’t beat him to death?

So at this moment, Zhou Tian’s hatred towards Ye Qingfeng was immense.

"Tap, tap, tap!!!"

Ye Qingfeng did not waste any time.

He walked towards Zhou Tian step by step.

The Evil Qi emanating from him rushed towards Zhou Tian and the middle-aged man beside him.

"Boy, if you don’t want to die, just stand still."

Even Uncle Cat was extremely wary of Ye Feng’s ruthless actions just now.

After all, Ye Qingfeng’s moves were so fast that even he couldn’t see them clearly.

"You... talk too much."

Ye Qingfeng stomped his right foot, rushing forward like a whirlwind.

"Arrogant!"

Uncle Cat shouted, unleashing his full momentum.

His momentum, surpassing that of an Advanced Student and reaching Martial Artist Warrior level, erupted like a long spear.

"Seeking death, making Uncle Cat take action, who do you think you are?"

Zhou Tian’s face was gloomy, and he sneered.

Ye Qingfeng’s actions were truly arrogant.

Uncle Cat was one of the few experts in the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

He had reached the realm of a Basic-level Warrior, capable of exerting a force of 100 catties, equivalent to the strength of an ox.

One can imagine how fierce the charge of a wild ox could be.

To hit someone would definitely result in fractured bones and bleeding.

This is why martial artists were respected.

Only with such explosive power could they stand against Demon Beasts.

"Boom!"

Without thinking, Uncle Cat punched at the oncoming Ye Qingfeng.

The explosive force of a Martial Artist Warrior erupted with a bang.

The air seemed to hum.

The fierce wind raised dust in the warehouse.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingfeng paid no mind, his fist drove straight in.

With a thunderous sound.

The two fists met.

A booming explosion erupted.

"Crack~~~!"

In the explosion, there was a clear sound of bone cracking.

"Ah!"

Uncle Cat’s scream pierced the sky.

The fist that collided with Ye Qingfeng, the white bone shards exposed, dripping with blood.

And the entire arm bent at a ninety-degree angle, sagging down.

Now, the arm’s bones were broken, held together only by a layer of skin and flesh.

"Who... are you really?"

At this moment, Uncle Cat crawled up from the ground.

Holding his broken arm, his face full of horror.

He possessed the strength of a Basic-level Warrior.

Defeated in one move.

At the very least, it would take the strength of an Intermediate or Advanced Warrior!

Moreover, Ye Qingfeng appeared so young.

In Jiangnan City, becoming a Basic-level Warrior at sixteen and obtaining the Martial Artist certification would result in being cultivated as an exceptional martial artist.

Such outstanding talent would be recruited into the military or by major Martial Arts Halls.

Could this young man be a High-level Warrior?

Uncle Cat couldn’t believe it.

If there were such a Devil,

he would have been reported to the high-level Divine Guard of the Southern Base and recruited.

"The one who reaps your life!"

Ye Qingfeng’s cold words echoed.

It was only then that Uncle Cat understood.

This young man truly intended to kill him.

"You... don’t act rashly. The Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect has the strength of an Intermediate War Master, don’t cut off your path of survival."

In the face of life and death crisis,

Uncle Cat urgently roared.

In his view, with such strength, surely no one would do something as foolish as thoroughly offending the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

A martial artist with the strength of a War Master was already considered powerful in Jiangnan City.

A warrior offending a War Master, even if they were a genius,

that War Master would have multiple ways to kill the genius in the cradle.

So, Uncle Cat also threatened.

"Uncle Cat is right. If you dare to act, it will be a never-ending conflict with our Medical Martial Arts Sect."

Zhou Tian was also a bit trembling at this point.

Having killed dozens of Basic Level Disciples of the Medical Martial Arts Sect, Zhou Tian was extremely angry.

But Uncle Cat’s hand was fractured in one move, unable to retaliate at all.

This made Zhou Tian terrified.

At such a young age, possessing such formidable combat power.

More importantly, ruthless and decisive, Zhou Tian could not help but fear.

At this point, Zhou Tian could only think of his father, the Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

To make Ye Qingfeng fearful.

"Intermediate War Master? Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect?"

Ye Qingfeng murmured.

"Yes! The Sect Leader of the Medical Martial Arts Sect, Zhou Xingyun..."

Uncle Cat’s face lit up, thinking the threat worked.

"I will wipe out the Medical Martial Arts Sect... every last one, then... there will be nothing to worry about."

Suddenly, the corner of Ye Qingfeng’s mouth curved into a detached smile.

That smile resembled the smile of the Grim Reaper.

Capable of freezing one’s heart.

"Splurt~~~!"

Ye Qingfeng’s hand, like a blade, inserted into Uncle Cat’s chest.

"In the future, even as a dog, you should open your eyes, and more importantly, find a strong master..."

Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice echoed.

With a thud,

Ye Qingfeng applied pressure, crushing Uncle Cat’s heart into pieces.

It exploded in his chest cavity.

The blood and heart fragments that spurted out splattered onto Zhou Tian’s face.

"You... you’re courting death, courting death..."

Zhou Tian was utterly terrified.

He didn’t expect that Ye Qingfeng had no fear of his father, no regard for the Medical Martial Arts Sect.

Directly killing Uncle Cat.

Zhou Tian, in his frenzied roar,

formed his hand into a claw, gripping Bai Wan’er’s fair neck.

"Don’t come over, one more step and I’ll crush her throat..."

Zhou Tian screamed.

Now, Bai Wan’er was his last shield.

He wanted to make Ye Qingfeng hesitate and be cautious.

"Threatening me?"

Ye Qingfeng raised an eyebrow.

Seeing the tear marks on Bai Wan’er’s fair, delicate face, and the fear in her beautiful eyes.

"Break your own hands, or else, she won’t live..."

Seeing Ye Qingfeng really stopping his steps,

Zhou Tian sneered viciously.

Now, Ye Qingfeng was a huge threat.

Only if he crippled himself,

Zhou Tian would have a chance to survive.

So Zhou Tian’s claw harshly pressed on Bai Wan’er’s neck.

Faintly, blood began to ooze from Bai Wan’er’s snowy neck.

"You... kill her!"

Ye Qingfeng’s originally halted steps moved towards Zhou Tian again.

Staring at Zhou Tian with indifferent eyes.

"Wha... what... are you saying... I really will kill her!"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent eyes, ignoring all life,

and the proactive offer to kill Bai Wan’er.

Zhou Tian’s body trembled.