898: Chapter 891: Divine and Ghostly Power!
Kowtowing Until Fainting!
898: Chapter 891: Divine and Ghostly Power!
Kowtowing Until Fainting!
With Li Dongming’s shout, the people inside the mourning hall snapped back to reality.
The leaders of the three major gangs thought that what Li Dongming said made some sense.
Now that the core members of the Tianhai Victory Sky Society were dead, it was a good opportunity for them to replace Victory Sky Society.
Moreover, they were unwilling to let go of the big piece of cake that Victory Sky Society represented and would not allow it to rise again in Tianhai.
Fang Nanxiang and Sun Xiaoli, through Li Dongming’s shout, also realized that those present were all here to cause trouble.
This caused them to reveal a mocking expression on their faces.
Just with these rotten sweet potatoes and lousy eggs, they thought they could prevent Ye Chenfeng from leaving Tianhai?
Not to mention Ye Chenfeng, even Fang Nanxiang and Sun Xiaoli themselves could solve all these idiots present with their own strength.
“You’re the one who founded Victory Sky Society, Ye Chenfeng?
You seem to be just a greenhorn!
Since I’ve encountered you here today, don’t even think about leaving alive.
After today, Tianhai will no longer be Victory Sky Society’s world.”
“Chairman Fang, Chairman He, do you two share this view?”
After giving Ye Chenfeng a contemptuous glance, Song Feiguang of the Dragon Gate Society turned and addressed the leaders of the Overlord Society and the Wanren Gang.
“Chairman Song, aren’t you stating the obvious?
Now that things have come to this, we have no reason to let Ye Chenfeng leave alive,” declared Fang Gaoyang, the chairman of the Overlord Society, with an aura full of bravado.
“Now, Victory Sky Society exists in name only in Tianhai.
As long as all the gangs in Tianhai unite, it will be impossible for Victory Sky Society to make a comeback,” stated He Yuanlong, the leader of the Wanren Gang, his face showing a vicious expression.
Song Feiguang silently nodded, then immediately shouted towards the outside of the mourning hall, “Do you still plan on just standing outside and watching the show?
Today, we three major gangs will feast on the meat, and I guarantee you smaller gangs will get to drink the soup.”
After Song Feiguang finished his shout to those outside, the onlookers, one by one, walked inside.
These small gang leaders from Tianhai were forced to enter the mourning hall under such circumstances, each accompanied by three or four subordinates.
Soon, Ye Chenfeng and his group were surrounded by the crowd.
Song Feiguang was trying to drag the other Tianhai gangs into the water.
If Victory Sky Society wanted to rise again in Tianhai in the future, they would have to eradicate all the gangs present.
In his eyes, that was an almost impossible task.
Li Dongming, an outer member of Tianhai Victory Sky Society, as he saw everyone targeting Ye Chenfeng and the others, felt his confidence surge, and the panic on his face disappeared completely.
Li Dongming, looking at the supreme figure of Victory Sky Society, never expected that one day he could look down on such a big shot with disdain.
He coldly shouted, “Ye Chenfeng, be smart and kneel down to the three Chairmen immediately.
Maybe you’ll die a little easier.
Otherwise, we can slowly torture you to death.”
“Kid, it doesn’t matter if you’re the founder of Victory Sky Society or just dogshit, just kneel down obediently to the three Chairmen!” Zhang Dachun, the uncle of Zhang Xinran, sneered.
Song Feiguang, Fang Gaoyang, and He Yuanlong, the three leaders, just watched everything with cold eyes.
In their view, humiliating the founder of Victory Sky Society was also pleasing to the eye.
Fang Nanxiang and Sun Xiaoli were listening to these idiots’ provocations.
They chose not to act, knowing that Ye Chenfeng would take action on his own.
It was suicidal for these people to dare to provoke Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng glanced at Li Dongming and asked with a smile, “Are you a member of Tianhai Victory Sky Society?”
Li Dongming puffed out his chest, arrogantly saying, “Watch your attitude.
Do you think Victory Sky Society is still the number one gang in Tianhai?
I, Li Dongming, am no longer a member of Victory Sky Society.”
Ye Chenfeng nodded to himself and said, “Good, very good.
If you still admitted to being a member of Victory Sky Society, I might have only turned you into a vegetable.
Since you’re no longer a member, then go and chat with King Yama!”
As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng’s smile suddenly disappeared, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Li Dongming.
Before Li Dongming could react, Ye Chenfeng punched him in the stomach.
Li Dongming’s body was sent flying into the air and out of the mourning hall.
Then, just as his body had flown out, there was a loud “Bang!” and his body exploded into a beautiful cloud of blood mist in midair.
“Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp—”
Everyone present, including Song Feiguang, stared blankly at the blood mist outside the mourning hall, swallowing dryly with a look of sheer horror in their eyes.
No one expected Li Dongming, who was just lively moments before, to be instantly turned into a mist of blood by one punch from Ye Chenfeng.
How much strength would that take?
Was Ye Chenfeng even human?
Ye Chenfeng rotated his wrist, his gaze icy as he mockingly said, “You want to take my life here?
But do you have the ability?”
Ye Chenfeng’s gaze settled on the president of the Dragon Gate Society, Song Feiguang, and he asked with a smile, “You just said you wanted to take care of my sister, Xinran?
So, should I also ‘take care’ of you?”
Feeling Ye Chenfeng’s cold gaze, Song Feiguang felt like he was suffocating.
Just as he tried to explain himself, Ye Chenfeng made his move again.
Before anyone could see clearly, Song Feiguang’s body was flung out of the hall of mourning, transforming into a mist of blood in the air outside.
At this, everyone present felt fear, especially the Overlord Society’s president Fang Gaoyang and Wanren Gang’s president He Yuanlong.
They lost all their earlier bravado, shaking uncontrollably as they faced Ye Chenfeng’s aggressive gaze.
After swallowing hard, Fang Gaoyang clenched his teeth and shouted, “Let’s fight him together, I’m afraid Ye Chenfeng won’t let us go today.”
Hearing Fang Gaoyang’s words, the crowd calmed down.
After all, these were men accustomed to living on the edge, their mental resilience far stronger than ordinary people.
They drew out machetes from their waists, preparing to confront Ye Chenfeng.
However, at that moment, Ye Chenfeng released his King Level Soul Force from his body, enveloping the entire mourning hall.
Everyone except Fang Nanxiang, Sun Xiaoli, and Zhang Xinran felt oppressed by the Soul Force.
It was as if a massive mountain weighed on them, their legs felt like they were filled with lead, and they couldn’t even shuffle a step.
“Rise!” Ye Chenfeng said indifferently.
As the word “rise” fell, everyone, including Fang Gaoyang and He Yuanlong, found themselves levitated by a force, unable to move even a fraction in midair.
As Fang Gaoyang and the others floated in midair, they now truly understood what fear was.
They knew all this was Ye Chenfeng’s doing.
Facing this unknown, almost supernatural power, Fang Gaoyang and the rest had no more thoughts of resistance.
They now understood why Ye Chenfeng could establish the formidable Victory Sky Society—was Ye Chenfeng a ghost, or perhaps an immortal?
“President Ye, please spare us, President Ye, please spare us.”
“President Ye, I didn’t mean to offend you, please just let this go.”
“President Ye, I have the elderly and children at home, please spare my life.”
…
Continuous pleas for mercy echoed in the hall.
Standing behind Ye Chenfeng, Zhang Xinran watched the scene unfold, and her tears dried up.
Gazing at Ye Chenfeng’s not particularly large silhouette, her heart suddenly filled with warmth.
“Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud—”
Ye Chenfeng retracted his Soul Force into his body, and all the people floating in midair fell to the ground.
Ye Chenfeng said, “I don’t intend to create a massacre today, but since you’ve come, you’d better kowtow and apologize to Mr.
and Mrs.
Zhang Dafei until I’m satisfied.”
Who among the crowd dared to hesitate now?
One by one, they started kowtowing to the spirit tablets of Mr.
and Mrs.
Zhang Dafei.
Zhang Xinran’s uncles watched her eagerly, hoping she would say a word in their favor, but Zhang Xinran didn’t even glance at them, so they too had no choice but to earnestly begin their kowtowing.
“Thump thump thump thump thump…”
The sound of kowtowing resonated in the hall.
Fang Gaoyang and others had foreheads bleeding from the impact, but Ye Chenfeng didn’t signal them to stop, and they dared not.
Twenty minutes later.
One by one, Fang Gaoyang and the others collapsed from their kowtowing in front of the spirit tablets.
Zhang Xinran looked at the people who had fainted in front of her parents’ spirit tablets and unintentionally revealed a hint of a smile.
…
(To be continued.
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