Chapter 58

"Chu He, you really deserve to die!"

Ye Feng heard Chu He's voice, and his eyes immediately flashed with intense killing intent.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At this moment, hundreds of black-armored soldiers released a sky full of black iron arrows toward the crowd in front of the Ye Clan's residence.

"You all deserve to die!"

Ye Feng roared, and a pair of purple cloud wings suddenly spread from his back. In the astonished gazes of countless people, he flew directly into the sky and shattered the sky full of arrows with a single punch.

Then he dove straight down, extending one hand toward the ground.

"Buzz!"

High above the heads of the hundreds of black-armored soldiers, a giant golden true qi palm appeared, like a giant's hand, smashing down with immense force, like a mountain collapsing and the sea surging.

"Ahh!"

"Ahh!"

"..."

Accompanied by a series of screams, all the hundreds of black-armored soldiers were struck by Ye Feng's hand, spitting blood and their armor shattering into pieces. The horses they rode were all killed by the shock.

Thud! Thud! Thud...

The black-armored soldiers fell to the ground one by one, like a field of wheat being flattened. In the end, only a dozen or so black-armored leaders with deep cultivation remained standing, but they were also severely injured, their bodies covered in blood, suppressed by the golden true qi hand.

Almost instantly.

The black-armored army was completely annihilated!

Ye Feng, alone, was like a heavenly deity descending, turning the tide!

The entire scene fell into a dead silence.

Chu He's face turned deathly pale, and he roared in anger and madness: "Ye Feng, you... it's impossible! How can you possibly have such powerful strength! I don't believe it!!"

Bang!

But in that instant, Ye Feng slapped Chu He to the ground and then stepped on his face, saying to the dozen or so black-armored soldiers who were still alive not far away: "If you want your young city lord's life, come and redeem him with a Dragon Blood Treasure Pill tomorrow. I advise your city lord not to plot any more schemes, or your young city lord will die at any moment."

With these words, in the shocked gazes of countless people, Ye Feng dragged the half-dead Chu He into the Ye Clan's residence.

The black-armored soldiers outside were all trembling in fear, fleeing in all directions.

"The sky over Nanyang City is about to change completely."

The people on the streets were all in shock, sighing in amazement.

No one could have imagined that such a talented young man in white would emerge from the small Ye Clan, leaving everyone in awe.

Hundreds of black-armored soldiers were annihilated outside the Ye Clan.

The young city lord Chu He was captured under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

This news spread like wildfire throughout the vast Nanyang City in just one day.

And the instigator of all this, Ye Feng, the legendary young man in white, became the focus of everyone's attention.

"The Ye Clan has produced such a world-class genius, who at just sixteen or seventeen has already reached the Heavenly Martial Realm. Even in the top sect, the Sword Sect, he would surely be among the best."

"This is not certain. In the central region of our Great Yan Dynasty, there are countless geniuses. It is said that those at the Heavenly Martial Realm in the Sword Sect are only outer sect disciples. The Ye Clan's young lady and our Nanyang City's young city lord, though they are disciples of the Sword Sect, have not even entered the outer sect, only being miscellaneous disciples."

"Regardless, in our Nanyang City, Ye Feng is undoubtedly the top genius, and even many of the older generation might not be his match."

"This time, the city lord's residence suffered heavy losses, and the young city lord was captured. I wonder if the city lord of Nanyang City will fly into a rage and directly lead troops to destroy the Ye Clan."

...

At this moment, on the streets and alleys of Nanyang City, people were discussing the matter.

Clearly, this incident had become the hottest topic in the entire Nanyang City.

And at this moment, in the center of Nanyang City.

In the majestic hall of the city lord's residence.

"Waste!"

Boom!

A middle-aged man in a golden robe suddenly shattered the golden throne he was sitting on with a single palm, roaring at the group of experts in front of him: "Our city lord's residence has been supporting you for so many years, providing you with the best food and drink. Why do you all become cowards at the critical moment!"

This middle-aged man in the golden robe was none other than the city lord of Nanyang City, Chu He's father, Chu Tianlang.

At this moment, the people being scolded by Chu Tianlang were the numerous advisors and experts recruited by the city lord's residence.

Chu Tianlang originally intended to lead this group to the Ye Clan for revenge, but when they heard that Ye Feng had single-handedly annihilated hundreds of black-armored soldiers, they were all trembling in fear, not daring to seek revenge.

An advisor in a scholar's robe, holding a feather fan, smiled bitterly at Chu Tianlang and said: "City lord, Ye Feng's strength, which can single-handedly annihilate hundreds of black-armored soldiers, is not something ordinary tactics can resist. City lord, are you asking us to go to our deaths?"

"You..."

Chu Tianlang's face immediately turned ashen with anger.

At this moment, another advisor stepped forward, clasping his hands and said: "City lord, Ye Feng's talent is beyond our ability to resist. I suggest we use the Dragon Blood Treasure Pill to redeem the young city lord first, and then make further plans."

"Yes, city lord, think carefully."

"At this moment, we cannot be too impulsive. If we truly anger that young genius, none of us can withstand his wrath."

At this moment, the advisors all spoke up, advising him.

Seeing this, Chu Tianlang's face became increasingly dark and ashen.

But in the end, he sighed, as if he had aged countless years.

Chu Tianlang waved his hand and said: "All of you, go down. I will think about this matter."

"Hope the city lord thinks carefully."

The advisors seemed to have been waiting for Chu Tianlang's words, and they quickly fled from the hall.

The magnificent hall was suddenly empty again.

Chu Tianlang sat alone in the dim hall, his eyes flickering with uncertain thoughts.

After a long time, the city lord of Nanyang City took a deep breath, seemingly making a difficult decision.

He suddenly pulled out a pitch-black communication jade token from his sleeve.

"Crack."

Chu Tianlang immediately crushed the jade token in his hand and then sat quietly in the dim hall, his eyes filled with bone-chilling killing intent.

...

Three days later.

In the northwest of Nanyang City.

Deep within the layers of the Ye Clan's residence, in the central hall.

At this moment, the entire upper echelon of the Ye Clan had gathered.