"Ye Fan?"


    Feng Feiyu turned around and saw Ye Fan actually appearing from outside the Ren Family''s place, and his heart couldn''t help but be filled with doubt.


    According to the intelligence obtained yesterday, didn''t Ye Fan suffer severe injuries after that desperate fight with Zhou Ming, even falling unconscious?


    Why does Ye Fan now seem completely unharmed? And the Martial Arts Qi surging from his body, is it still at the Martial Emperor Level?


    With Ye Fan on the scene, and Pang Hai also having strength at the Martial Emperor Level, things were getting complicated!


    The heavy pressure made Feng Feiyu''s heart beat a drum, recalling how his son brought so many experts yesterday, only to be crushed. If today he was again trampled underfoot by Ye Fan, then the Feng Family would never be able to raise their head in the Ancient Martial World again.


    Next to Feng Feiyu, two other family''s Martial Venerable experts sensed Feng Feiyu''s pressure and stepped forward, each releasing their powerful Martial Arts Qi, sharing some of his burden.


    Feng Feiyu immediately felt relieved. He glanced at the forces on his side, the Feng Family''s Iron Blood Guard Team had gathered over a hundred people, plus the support from two great Ancient Martial Families.


    Afraid of what?


    With that thought, Feng Feiyu instantly regained his confidence, "What are you looking at? What I said stands, kneel down and apologize! Hand over my son immediately, otherwise... none of you will have it easy today..."


    Those live broadcast scenes from yesterday had gone viral on the internet. The grand young master of the Feng Family, the monstrous talent of the Ancient Martial World, was brutally abused in front of Ye Fan, even his wife was taken away.


    This is a humiliation of colossal proportions!


    Today, Feng Feiyu must reclaim that face!


    "Is that so? Patriarch Feng, just now Elder Pang already said, what happened yesterday is in the past. If you bring the Elixir Pills I want, I''ll release your son, and perhaps your Feng Family may still find a way to live. Are you insisting on ripping off the facade completely?" Ye Fan stared coldly at Feng Feiyu, sneering in his heart, like father like son indeed.


    Feng Feiyu and Feng Hanshao, both of the same ilk, were blind to their plight until the casket was closed.


    Yesterday, evidence had already been confirmed that the Feng Family took part in the oppression against Su Yixue''s family and participated in the pursuit to kill Ye Fan''s Second Brother.


    And now they''ve come to provoke time and time again!


    I, Young Master, don''t kill people without a reason, do you really think I''m a sick cat?


    "Over? Yesterday, you caused so much instant loss to the Feng Family, and you say it''s over? Hmph! If you want it to be over, first compensate my Feng Family with fifty billion, then kneel and beg for mercy. I''ll consider only killing you, allowing that old man of the Ye Family to live a few more years!"


    Feng Feiyu was getting excited speaking, and continued, "At that time, when your second brother died, he was still whispering your name. After you die, below you''ll have seven brothers to keep you company, so you won''t be lonely! Haha... After you die, I''ll have your beautiful sisters-in-law, and your wife, all taken by my son, perfect..."


    Feng Feiyu was so engrossed in his own words that he failed to notice Ye Fan''s expression darkening to the extreme.


    The Feng Family!


    Must die!


    Up to this point, all the families involved in the attack on the Ye Family, without exception, have all met with a bad end.


    Without any hesitation, Wang Fugui rushed in front of Feng Feiyu and suddenly kicked towards Feng Feiyu''s crotch.


    Pop! Pop!


    Two crisp sounds echoed from Feng Feiyu''s crotch almost instantaneously!


    The eggs are smashed!


    F*ck!


    His son was crippled yesterday, and today he himself was crippled.


    And just a few dozen seconds ago, Feng Feiyu had been slapped by Ye Fan.


    How infuriating!


    Being slapped by Ye Fan was one thing, after all, Ye Fan was already a Martial Emperor level expert.


    But being slapped by Wang Fugui was unbearable!


    Heck, Wang Fugui had just said it, his strength was only at the peak of Martial Venerable, which from a Combat Power standpoint, should be much lower than that of Feng Feiyu.


    Yet he still managed to land an attack!


    "Ahh! My eggs... F*ck, f*ck... you... will not die a good death... hiss... pain, pain, pain..." Feng Feiyu covered his crotch, jumping around in pain on the spot.


    But compared to the pain in his crotch, Feng Feiyu was more shocked by the Martial Arts Experts who had rushed out from the Ren Family Courtyard!


    Yu Qiang, Qiao Wanjun, Pang Hai, and Ye Fan... Feng Feiyu could already sense that there were four great Martial Emperor experts!


    There were also Guo Li, Wang Fugui, Yamada Eiko, and so many Martial Venerable peak experts from the Tianji Pavilion!


    In terms of strength, they already formed an oppressive force against the few people from the Feng Family!


    Oh my!


    What''s the point of playing this?


    Today was a total disaster!


    Feng Feiyu glanced at the two Ancient Martial Bigwigs next to him, feeling extremely vexed, then suddenly an idea came to him!


    If he took action now, he was sure to lose. Instead of that, he might as well... faint... play dumb...


    Bang!


    With that thought, Feng Feiyu''s eyes shut, and his body fell straight to the ground...