In front of the dilapidated house of Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong, it was eerily quiet.

No one present saw the small movement of a stone flying out from Ye Chenfeng’s left hand.

So, to the onlookers, it seemed as if Ding Zhenhu had slipped and then accidentally impaled his own neck on Ye Chenfeng’s Qingyun Sword.

This scene appeared both bizarre and somewhat comical to the audience.

In the eyes of the spectators, Ye Chenfeng was just a powerless waste, whereas Ding Zhenhu had the strength of the Initial Stage Three-Heaven Nirvana Realm. Just moments ago, he was menacingly poised to kill Ye Chenfeng easily, yet, in a blink of an eye, he died inexplicably by impaling himself on Ye Chenfeng’s Qingyun Sword.

None of the onlookers, including Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong, believed that Ye Chenfeng was behind this. They simply thought Ye Chenfeng had extraordinary luck.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the lifeless Ding Zhenhu, who died with undisguised astonishment.

From start to finish, Ye Chenfeng never took Ding Zhenhu too seriously. Although he couldn’t circulate Spiritual Energy due to his meridians, he had already broken through to the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm, with a physical strength comparable to that of a Mid Divine Honor Realm expert.

Having reached such heights, would Ye Chenfeng worry about someone like Ding Zhenhu?

After coming to his senses, Cao Xiaodong approached Ye Chenfeng, patting his shoulder forcefully, and said excitedly, "Your luck is truly incredible. You’re a person without any strength, and Ding Zhenhu should have killed you effortlessly. But, as it turns out, Ding Zhenhu slipped and impaled his neck on your sword. It’s utterly extraordinary."

Cao Yunwei, with her brows still furrowed, hastily said, "We must leave here immediately. Ding Zhenhu’s death at your hands was purely due to your luck; otherwise, not even a hundred of you could be his match."

"Now that Ding Zhenhu is dead, his Lifebound Token must have shattered. His brother Ding Zhenlong must know about it and might already be on his way here. Ding Zhenlong possesses Peak strength at the Five-Heaven Nirvana Realm; relying on luck to kill Ding Zhenlong is impossible."

"Ding Zhenhu’s combat prowess is nowhere near comparable to Ding Zhenlong’s. Ding Zhenlong is a more ruthless and cautious person who never underestimates his opponents and goes all out against them."

Cao Xiaodong also said, "That’s right. Instead of dying at Ding Zhenlong’s hands, we might as well venture into the mysterious space. Maybe there’s a chance we can survive there."

As Cao Xiaodong finished speaking,

Cao Yunwei immediately grabbed Ye Chenfeng’s arm, just as Ye Chenfeng pulled Ding Zhenhu off the Qingyun Sword and tried to calm the siblings.

From the right direction,

suddenly, a powerful aura swept over them. As it approached with a rolling impact, everyone else’s faces turned pale and filled with dread, almost suffocating under its weight.

Yet, Ye Chenfeng felt nothing; this Peak Five-Heaven Nirvana Realm aura had no effect on him. However, given that others were below the Nirvana Realm or even ordinary people, they naturally couldn’t withstand such pressure.

It seemed that Ding Zhenhu’s brother, Ding Zhenlong, had arrived.

Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong couldn’t help but sigh, knowing it was too late to escape now. Cao Yunwei said, "We can’t escape this fate of death!"

A shadow moved quickly from the right and settled not far from Ye Chenfeng and the others.

This shadow belonged to a middle-aged man who resembled Ding Zhenhu somewhat; it was Ding Zhenlong.

Ding Zhenlong’s eyes were icy and sinister. After his brother’s Lifebound Token shattered just moments ago, he rushed over knowing his brother had come to confront Cao Yunwei. Since he wasn’t far from where Cao Yunwei resided, by moving at his fastest, he could get there quickly.

After scanning his surroundings, Ding Zhenlong grabbed one of the onlookers, demanding a recount of what just transpired. Understanding the sequence of events, he found his brother’s death suspicious. Even after Ye Chenfeng pulled Ding Zhenhu’s body from the Qingyun Sword, he couldn’t sense any aura from Ye Chenfeng.

Of course, he didn’t think Ye Chenfeng was some hidden expert; otherwise, Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t have been dumped in the junkyard.

In the end, Ding Zhenlong could only attribute his brother’s demise to sheer misfortune.

Ding Zhenlong’s figure vanished from sight, reappearing swiftly in front of Ye Chenfeng, his voice harshly shouting, "My brother died at your hands! You should join him in death!"

With little more to say, Ding Zhenlong hurled a punch at Ye Chenfeng’s head, the attack seeming incredibly fierce and swift to the others.

But to Ye Chenfeng, it was entirely different; to him, Ding Zhenlong’s speed was sluggish, and his strength weak. Relying on his body’s speed and strength alone, even without manipulating the Spiritual Qi River in his meridians, he could easily crush any Nirvana Realm expert.

As Ding Zhenlong’s fist seemed poised to smash Ye Chenfeng’s head,

Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong couldn’t bear to watch, knowing there would be no miraculous luck this time. They even prepared once more to end their own lives.

The moment before Ding Zhenlong’s seemingly ferocious punch could reach Ye Chenfeng’s head,

Ye Chenfeng moved his arm.

His Qingyun Sword had already been sheathed on his back, his right hand now blocking his forehead.

With a "bang!" sound.

Ding Zhenlong’s fist landed in Ye Chenfeng’s palm.

Ding Zhenlong felt as if his fist had struck a soft cushion, his strength proving ineffective. This realization quickly changed his expression, and as he attempted to retreat swiftly,

Ye Chenfeng naturally wouldn’t allow him to succeed.

Ye Chenfeng’s hand firmly grasped Ding Zhenlong’s fist, squeezing hard.

"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"

Ding Zhenlong’s fist was crushed into pulp, and before he could let out a scream,

Ye Chenfeng’s left fist struck him, followed by his right fist punching into Ding Zhenlong’s body.

His right and left fists continued their relentless assault, leaving Ding Zhenlong no time to react.

With a continuous "bang! bang! bang!" sound.

Every punch from Ye Chenfeng shattered a part of Ding Zhenlong’s skeletal structure, his skin and flesh turning into pulp.

In less than a minute under Ye Chenfeng’s bombardment,

apart from his head, Ding Zhenlong’s entire body was reduced to pulp, brutally pounded to death by Ye Chenfeng.

The surrounding became eerily silent.

At that moment, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

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