Chapter 17

Suddenly, a young man blocked the path of the Three Tyrants. The passersby on the street, who usually tried to avoid the Three Tyrants, began to gather when they saw someone standing up to them.

"Are you disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Academy?"

The young man blocking the Three Tyrants was Ye Feng, his tone slightly cold.

"Kid, you have some discernment, knowing that we are from the Heavenly Spirit Academy."

"That's right, we are inner disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Academy. Since you know, why don't you get out of our way."

The middle-aged man bared his yellowed teeth, clearly satisfied with his status. These people feared the power behind them, so they had been bullying the town for several years, and everyone tried to avoid offending the Three Tyrants.

"You are using the name of the Heavenly Spirit Academy to bully the weak. Is this what your mentors taught you?" Ye Feng's tone was sharp.

"Ridiculous, how we act is none of your business. If you don't move, don't blame us for being impolite."

Hearing Ye Feng's reprimand, the Three Tyrants revealed a fierce look, their eyes glowing with menace, and their bones crackling as if in a show of force.

"Let her go, I'll pay the spirit stones he owes you!" Ye Feng couldn't stand the bullying, even though the Divine Martial Continent was a place where the strong ruled and the weak were prey, and the law of the jungle was followed. However, as humans, they still had a sense of humanity.

"Can you afford it? Get out of the way quickly, or we won't be polite."

Ye Feng remained unmoved, his face calm, and his body didn't budge. As a gust of autumn wind blew, the withered leaves on the ground flew up. At the moment the leaves rose, one of the Three Tyrants attacked, punching at Ye Feng's face.

"Rumble!"

The Three Tyrants, being inner disciples, were all at the Sixth Level of the Later Heaven Realm. With their robust physiques, their strength reached thirty-five kilograms, making them very formidable. The punch split the air and pressed down, the fierce momentum roaring toward Ye Feng.

The sound of the fist rubbing against the air was sharp, and the temperature around them suddenly rose a few degrees. The moment he threw the punch, the entire street shook.

The endless fist wind enveloped Ye Feng, trying to tear him apart, but Ye Feng let out a light shout, stepped forward, and burst ahead with a move called "Four Splits and Five Divisions," instantly breaking the fist wind and rushing to the Three Tyrants.

"Stubborn to the end!" Ye Feng sneered and threw a punch.

"Bang!" A seemingly ordinary move ended in a devastating way, the punch landing on the opponent's chest.

"Spurt!" Blood spurted out, and several teeth were knocked out. The body flew backward, drawing a tragic arc and landing heavily on the ground, not a match for Ye Feng's punch.

"You..." The remaining two were incredulous, their eyes filled with a newfound wariness.

"Attack together!"

The man who had been knocked away got up. Ye Feng hadn't crippled him, considering he was a fellow disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Academy, but the Three Tyrants didn't see it that way. They drew their weapons and attacked Ye Feng together.

The three held curved swords, slashing down at Ye Feng simultaneously. The sharp blades split the air, producing a series of explosions. The onlookers were forced to retreat several steps by the fierce sword qi.

The sword qi crisscrossed, seemingly sealing off every inch of space around Ye Feng, leaving him no place to hide. If he were hit, the result would be a violent dismemberment.

"Crack!" The blue stones under Ye Feng's feet cracked, and his body shot up like a bullet, drawing a meteoric arc.

"Clang!"

A clear metallic sound rang out as Ye Feng raised his hand and punched a curved sword, sending the man flying, a crack appearing on the blade.

"Hiss!" A chorus of gasps came from the onlookers, including the other two. This young man's physical strength was stronger than ordinary weapons, exceeding their expectations. The two who weren't knocked back attacked from both sides.

"Clang!"

Ye Feng dodged the attack from the left and punched the man on the right, sending him flying and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Using the Shadow Step, Ye Feng moved to the last person's back, raised his right foot, and stomped down. The last person, caught off guard, fell face-first, kicked away by Ye Feng.

"Boom!" His face was imprinted on the ground, sending up a cloud of dust, and his teeth rolled out of his mouth.

Seeing the Three Tyrants punished by Ye Feng, the onlookers were elated, but they didn't dare show it, knowing the Three Tyrants would return if not eliminated.

The three struggled to get up from the ground, their faces dark and terrifying, a bloodthirsty aura emanating from them. They had never been treated this way, even ranking in the top ten among the inner disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Academy. Today, they were beaten like dogs, and their killing intent grew stronger.

They exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a cruel look, and reached into their robes.

"Bad!" As they reached into their robes, Ye Feng sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, a red mist appeared, and the three vanished.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

A series of惨叫声 echoed through the street. Dozens of people who had been watching the spectacle fell to the ground, convulsing and screaming, scratching at their bodies, and tearing off chunks of flesh.

"Seven Orifices Heartless Poison!"

This was a deadly poison. Once inhaled, it caused bleeding from the seven orifices, skin to rot, unbearable itching, and eventually, the body would tear itself apart in agony, with some even ripping open their bellies and pulling out their intestines. It was extremely cruel.

The moment the Three Tyrants reached into their robes, Ye Feng held his breath. Seeing the red mist, he vanished from the spot, leaving the range of the poison, but the innocent bystanders couldn't escape.

Seeing dozens of bodies lying on the ground, Ye Feng's face darkened, and a cold killing aura emanated from him. The Three Tyrants were so cruel, even committing wanton murder, defying the principles of righteousness. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have died at their hands.

Seeing Ye Feng avoid the poison, the Three Tyrants showed a hint of fear. As Ye Feng slowly approached them, each step he took made a thudding sound, like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

"You deserve to die!" Ye Feng's tone could freeze the air, and a bone-chilling coldness rushed toward the Three Tyrants.

Ye Feng had only intended to punish them, hoping they would be more restrained in the future, but he never expected them to kill innocents, violating the principles of righteousness.

"We are disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Academy. How dare you attack us? Aren't you afraid the Heavenly Spirit Academy will come after you? I advise you not to meddle in what doesn't concern you."

The Three Tyrants were a bit afraid, hoping Ye Feng would be wary of the Heavenly Spirit Academy's name.