"You can ask the King of Hell about that!" Ye Fei laughed loudly, seizing the mont when Wu Qingfeng was distracted by his own words.
Ye Fei suddenly shifted from defense to offense, twisting his body at an impossible angle to evade Wu Qingfeng's palm strike, but in doing so, exposed his back to a middle-aged man. At the sa mont, Ye Fei landed a fierce palm strike on Wu Qingfeng's chest.
Two loud bangs echoed simultaneously. Ye Fei's palm shattered Wu Qingfeng's protective qi, cultivated over years of training, sending him flying backward and bleeding profusely.
anwhile, Ye Fei took a blow to the back from the middle-aged man—but it didn't faze him. Without internal strength due to his blocked ridians, Ye Fei relied on his imnse physical power, and the middle-aged man's strike felt like a re tickle in comparison.
The sudden shift in battle terrified the Wu family mbers. They stepped back, surrounding Ye Fei from a distance, but none dared to step forward. Only Ye Fei stood tall, while Wu Qingfeng lay crippled on the ground, unable to stand.
"You—aren't you from the Liu family? How do you know the Golden Bell Cover… cough cough..." Wu Qingfeng tried to speak but was interrupted by a violent fit of coughing, blood spurting from his mouth. His internal organs scread in agony, and he could barely form words.
"Who said this is the Golden Bell Cover?" Ye Fei replied with a smirk, denying that he had used the Golden Bell Cover technique, though he didn't deny being connected to the Liu family.
After a long pause to catch his breath, Wu Qingfeng spoke again. "I never expected the Liu family to produce soone as strong as you. It seems the heavens have decided to destroy my Wu family. If you seek vengeance, take my life—but please, spare the others. For the sake of our shared martial heritage, let the rest of my family go."
Wu Qingfeng's voice was heavy with resignation. Having witnessed Ye Fei's unmatched strength and speed, he knew that any hope of escape was futile. His only remaining goal was to protect his family.
Ye Fei hesitated for a mont. Wu Qingfeng's words struck a chord with him. As soone who deeply valued family, he felt a pang of sympathy for the old man, despite their enmity.
However, Ye Fei was no fool. He knew the danger of letting enemies go—if he spared them today, they would surely seek revenge in the future. He had already killed Wu Shiying, and the Wu family wouldn't forgive that. Even the middle-aged n among them were stronger than his strongest aunt. Only he could stand against Wu Qingfeng, and that wouldn't change if he left the family alive.
Seeing the conflicting emotions in Ye Fei's eyes, Wu Qingfeng sighed again. "The people here in this manor are the elite of my Wu family. Our other relatives live elsewhere. I ask only that you let them be. Please, spare the innocent—leave our wives and children out of this." At this mont, the once-proud martial master was just an old man pleading for his family.
"I promise," Ye Fei said in a low voice. Then, with a swift motion, he struck Wu Qingfeng's head, instantly ending the old man's life.
The remaining Wu family mbers, who had been too far away to hear the conversation, only saw Ye Fei suddenly kill their patriarch. They had always seen Wu Qingfeng as an invincible figure, the heart of their family.
"Run!"
"Run! Run! From this devil!"
With his death, their morale shattered, and panic spread. They scattered in every direction, abandoning Wu Qingfeng's body in their desperate flight.
But Ye Fei, who excelled in both speed and strength, had no intention of letting them escape. He had already decided to eliminate the Wu family completely, and none of them would leave alive.
Before any of them could reach the edge of the manor, Ye Fei caught up to each one, one by one. Already terrified and demoralized, their resistance was weak. Within five minutes, the Wu family's elite were no more. The only person left standing in the manor was Ye Fei.
Unlike other wealthy families, the Wu family relied heavily on their martial prowess and didn't install modern surveillance equipnt in their manor, which saved Ye Fei the trouble of covering his tracks. After dealing with everyone, he left the manor calmly.
Outside the gate, Ye Fei glanced back and sighed to himself. Despite his outward ruthlessness, he realized he still wasn't as cold-hearted as he thought. In the mont he had struck Wu Qingfeng, he hadn't actually killed him outright.
Instead, he had used his advanced understanding of the brain to sever the connection between the old man's mind and body, effectively turning him into a vegetable.
After his own brain developnt, Ye Fei had so knowledge in neurology, making this a relatively not so hard task for him. He had done the sa to the other Wu family mbers—they weren't dead, just comatose. In the end, he hadn't killed anyone.
Ye Fei wasn't sure if this sudden reluctance to kill was a strength or a weakness. But even if given the chance to do it over again, he believed he would make the sa choice. It was a decision that, in ti, Ye Fei would co to be grateful for. This mont of rcy would later prove to be one he never regretted—but that's a story for another ti.
After leaving the Wu family's manor, Ye Fei didn't rush back to Wanghai. Instead, he wandered around Linhai City for a while. Since the Wu family had dominated the area for so long, there were no other martial arts families in Linhai. With the Wu family ignoring worldly affairs, Linhai had beco far more chaotic than Wanghai.
In Wanghai, martial families enforced a sense of order and justice, as martial ethics were central to their teachings. The absence of such families in Linhai had allowed lawlessness to flourish, and many criminals and wanted fugitives had sought refuge there.
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