The Bells and whistles

"Die!"

Cold light flashed in Ye Bei's eyes, and his attack drew nearer and nearer.

In his view, Wu Huang's full-force strike filled with inner strength was bound to slay the arrogantly conceited yet feigning wizard Yi Feng before him.

"Showy tricks!"

However, Yi Feng just glanced at him disdainfully and said.

Although this young man in white robes looked imposing now, his stance was full of flaws in Yi Feng's eyes. He couldn't even beat Zhong Qing, Yi Feng's disciple.

Slap!

Just as the attack was about to land on Yi Feng's chest, he slightly tilted his body to dodge his blow, and slapped him across the face nonchalantly.

"What?"

The originally cold-faced Ye Bei was stunned by the slap, and the next moment he was smacked to the ground by the tremendous force.

How is this possible!?

Even after hitting the ground, disbelief was still written all over Ye Bei's face.

His prided full-powered strike was foiled so easily? Even with his Wu Huang's strength, he couldn't even see how it was foiled.

But the stinging pain on his face made him feel humiliated.

He, Ye Bei, had been a genius since birth. At the age of thirty he had stepped into the Wu Huang realm, and could be called the youngest Wu Huang in all of South Sha. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

"Damn you!"

Eyes bloodshot, he yelled, Wu Huang's power surging in his broad meridians, ready to erupt along with his formidable aura.

But before he could, a spinach basket smashed onto his head, pounding him into the ground again. His aura and Wu Huang's power were forcefully slammed back down by the spinach basket.

"Pfft!"

With his power flowing backward, Ye Bei coughed up a mouthful of blood, his meridians in turmoil.

"With your pathetic skills, even Wang Daye the ox peddler next door could beat you. Who gave you the guts to challenge me?" Yi Feng said condescendingly, holding the spinach basket.

"You... damn you!"

These humiliating words made Ye Bei tremble with anger. He couldn't even get up. With a flick of his hand, a transparent bead appeared, summoned by him.

"Soul Orb, kill him!"

Killing intent blazing in Ye Bei's eyes, he immediately summoned the Soul Orb to attack Yi Feng.

This was his ultimate killer move!

And this Soul Orb was a rare treasure. He refused to believe it couldn't kill Yi Feng.

But Yi Feng simply stomped his foot down.

Crack!

Ye Bei froze in shock, eyes bulging as he stared at Yi Feng's foot.

The Soul Orb.

A treasure.

Crushed under one stomp?

Gah!

Ye Bei felt a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"Just one broken bead wants to kill someone? Are you out of your mind?" Yi Feng's words made Ye Bei's ugly expression even more unsightly.

He actually called the treasured Soul Orb a broken bead?

Seeing Yi Feng's cold and truly disdainful look, Ye Bei suddenly realized something.

This man really was what Lu Qingshan had guessed, a genuine unparalleled master.

Thud!

At this thought, Ye Bei's heart sank to the bottom.

He instantly regretted provoking such an unimaginable foe. But before he could flee, Yi Feng's foot heavily stomped onto his chest.

Crack!

This stomp shattered all of Ye Bei's ribs. The intense pain rendered him speechless.

But Yi Feng had no intention of letting him off.

Although this guy was weak, Yi Feng couldn't let him go just because of that. After all, he had come to challenge him, making them mortal enemies.

Show mercy?

Impossible.

Yi Feng really didn't dare kill chickens, but killing people, this was a different world, and he had secretly done away with a few.