Chapter 62

"Good, very good, indeed, heroes emerge from the young."

Suddenly, Chu Tianlang’s voice echoed. He was wearing a golden robe and walked out from the surrounding dense forest.

Ye Feng saw that there was no one around Chu Tianlang, and he did not sense any experts lying in ambush.

This made Ye Feng somewhat puzzled. Could it be that this Chu Tianlang, the esteemed city lord of Nanyang, really submitted to him and did not take the opportunity to kill him?

However, despite his thoughts, Ye Feng maintained a bit of caution. Only after he took the Dragon Blood Treasure Pill from Chu Tianlang’s hand and kicked Chu He away did he relax.

"Father... avenge... avenge me..." Chu He struggled to speak, tugging at Chu Tianlang’s clothes.

Chu Tianlang picked up Chu He, a cruel smile suddenly appearing on his lips. In a low voice, he said, "He, don’t worry. I have already used the mysterious talisman passed down by your grandfather to contact a master from the legendary Heavenly Poison Sect. This little brat Ye Feng will never return to Nanyang alive."

Chu Tianlang then carried his son Chu He and walked away.

On his back, Chu He glared at Ye Feng with a vicious look, making a throat-slitting gesture, clearly showing off.

But at that moment, Ye Feng suddenly smiled and said, "You two, no need to go."

"What?"

Chu He’s expression suddenly stiffened.

Chu Tianlang turned around sharply. The first thing he saw was the terrifying killing intent in Ye Feng’s eyes.

"You’re not keeping your word!"

Chu Tianlang coldly said, "We agreed that this time it would be a transaction, not a fight to the death."

Ye Feng shook his head indifferently and sneered, "Do you think I don’t know you’ve set up experts in this forest to ambush me? Since you’re so insincere, I naturally have to retaliate in kind."

Chu Tianlang’s eyes remained calm, and he said, "Ambush experts? I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Ye Feng’s eyes revealed a killing intent, and he said, "My perception is incredibly strong, especially my hearing. Even though we were several hundred meters apart, I still heard your low voice to your son."

"What? You!"

Chu Tianlang’s eyes suddenly widened, and he frantically carried Chu He and ran away.

He was only at the Ninth Heaven of the Spirit Martial Realm, far from being a match for Ye Feng, who was at the Heaven Martial Realm.

But Chu Tianlang was confident. Although he was not a match for Ye Feng, he had practiced the Ghostly Swift Steps, a high-level martial art, for decades, and even a Heaven Martial Realm expert could not catch him.

But Chu Tianlang was too confident.

"Boom!"

A huge silver palm descended from the sky, like a massive silver mountain crashing down. The father and son were directly shattered into pieces, not even having time to scream.

"You actually killed them! How dare you!"

At that moment, an angry voice suddenly echoed from the forest.

Swish! Swish!

Several figures, all dressed in black, suddenly darted out from the surrounding forest.

These black-clothed figures, with their eyes hidden behind black masks, stared at the shattered remains of Chu Tianlang and Chu He, their eyes filled with shock and anger.

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

The tall black-clothed figure took a step forward. His martial aura was overwhelming, clearly a Divine Martial Realm expert!

Chu Tianlang’s father, and Chu He’s grandfather, had once helped this black-clothed figure when he was in his most destitute state, giving him a meal.

This black-clothed figure eventually joined a powerful sect, the Heavenly Poison Sect.

Although the Heavenly Poison Sect was not as powerful as the top sect, the Sword Sect, in the Great Yan Dynasty, it was still a notorious and feared sect.

The Sword Sect and the imperial family had always wanted to eliminate the Heavenly Poison Sect, but they had never succeeded in thousands of years.

This shows that the Heavenly Poison Sect had a deep and formidable foundation.

So, at this moment, the tall black-clothed figure stared at Ye Feng as if he were a high emperor looking down on an ant from a remote place.

He said, "I once promised my old friend to take care of his descendants. No matter how far away, I would come as soon as the signal talisman was activated. But I never expected that you, this little brat, would kill them right in front of me!"

Ye Feng just smiled indifferently and said, "That’s right. Although I didn’t detect you lurking in the forest, I had already guessed that there would be experts in ambush. But you seemed to want to wait until Chu Tianlang left before making your move. I didn’t give you that chance. I struck instantly and killed Chu Tianlang and Chu He. What can you do about it?"

Ye Feng’s sudden attack was so unexpected that Chu Tianlang and Chu He didn’t even have time to scream before they died.

Even the top experts of the Heavenly Poison Sect, led by a Divine Martial Realm expert, didn’t react in time.

By the time they snapped out of their shock, the people they were supposed to protect were already dead before their eyes.

"Little brat, you have a lot of nerve. To honor my old friend’s descendants, I will flay you alive, making you suffer endlessly before you die. Only then can I honor their souls."

The tall black-clothed figure spoke, his voice filled with boundless coldness and cruelty.

He said to two of the black-clothed figures behind him, "Go, capture this brat."

"Yes, Senior."

These two black-clothed figures were at the peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Heaven Martial Realm.

In the tall black-clothed figure’s view, these two junior brothers were enough to make Ye Feng, who was only at the Fourth Heaven of the Heaven Martial Realm, kneel before him.

"Brat, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn’t have," the two black-clothed figures sneered.

They drew their long swords, the blades of which were pitch black, clearly soaked in poison.

This sect was indeed very vicious, even their weapons were filled with poison.

Ordinary people would die instantly if they were cut, which was why the Heavenly Poison Sect was so notorious in the entire Great Yan Dynasty’s sect circle.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

But the next moment, with two sounds like watermelons bursting.

Ye Feng’s two palms struck, and the heads of the two black-clothed figures were shattered.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Like Chu He and his father, these two black-clothed figures didn’t even have time to scream before they died, their bodies lying on the ground, their fates tragic.

"What?!"

These two palms completely shocked everyone present.

Even the tall black-clothed figure’s pupils suddenly constricted.

In that instant, even he couldn’t see how Ye Feng had struck.