Looking at Ye Fei, who suddenly appeared before him, Huang Xiong immediately frowned.
Logically speaking, after he had just defeated Zhou Tian, no one should have dared to step up and confront him.
But now, what was this kid supposed to be?
A reckless fool or someone with backing?
Hee Ming hadn't expected Ye Fei to step forward at this moment. His eyes instantly reddened with emotion.
In the world of martial heroes, righteousness was paramount. Thus, Hee Ming forcibly suppressed his fear of Huang Xiong and hurriedly said, "Mr. Ye, I know your intentions are good, but... but even Master Zhou wasn't his match. You... you'd better leave quickly! This is a matter for the Flame Dragon Association, I can't involve you!"
When Ye Fei heard this, he was rather surprised.
Initially, he had only intervened for the sake of the medicinal herbs, but his mindset shifted in that instant.
For Hee Ming to still think of letting him leave in such a crisis, that alone was worthy of Ye Fei taking this matter seriously!
"Chairman Hee, don't worry. He's not my match," Ye Fei said with a faint smile.
Hee Ming secretly cursed Ye Fei for showing off at a time !
Zhou Tian was a Martial Artist, and yet even he was beaten into vomiting blood and unconsciousness by Huang Xiong. Ye Fei really dared to claim that Huang Xiong wasn't his match?
Wasn't this pure lunacy?
Hee Ming even felt that Ye Fei was entirely wasting his kindness.
The disciples of the Flame Dragon Association, who had been trembling moments earlier because of Huang Xiong, now stared at Ye Fei as if he were an idiot. Not a single person believed what Ye Fei had just said.
At this moment, Huang Xiong suddenly spoke, "Heh! Kid, what did you just say? I didn't quite hear it clearly. Say it again!"
"I said, you're not my match," Ye Fei replied with the same faint smile.
Huang Xiong burst into maniacal laughter upon hearing Ye Fei's words.
After a while, his laughter abruptly turned sinister as he smirked, "I originally thought you had some backing, kid, but it turns out you're just an imbecile! Looks like you've got a death wish!"
Ye Fei chuckled. "Of course not. If someone dies when we fight, it'll definitely be you."
"Very well! You Yuntai people are all such stubborn fools! You don't shed tears until you see the coffin! Rest assured, I'll dismantle every single bone in your body, one by one, and we'll see if you can still laugh then!"
As he spoke, Huang Xiong let out a thunderous roar.
In an instant, a wild gust of wind burst from the area around him, forcing the disciples of the Flame Dragon Association to shut their eyes in terror.
Hee Ming could only shake his head with a bitter smile.
Given the current situation, it was clear that Ye Fei had thoroughly enraged Huang Xiong. To Hee Ming, Ye Fei's arrogant recklessness had already sealed his fate.
Huang Xiong took a step forward, raising his hand to deliver a blow toward Ye Fei's head.
This strike was unmistakably lethal!
In contrast, Ye Fei still wore a calm smile. Facing Huang Xiong's descending strike, his only response was to raise a single finger.
The same thought ran through everyone's mind.
Yet, just as the two were about to collide, a streak of black energy suddenly surged forth from Ye Fei's fingertip, grazing Huang Xiong's cheek and striking the luxurious hotel entrance behind him.
Wood chips scattered everywhere!
The lavish door, nearly ten meters wide, exploded completely, as if struck by a missile.
Not only that, the immense explosive force caused the ground and ceiling to crack apart. The intensity of this display made Huang Xiong's earlier stomp seem utterly insignificant by comparison!
Huang Xiong froze on the spot.
The disciples of the Flame Dragon Association were stupefied.
Hee Ming's jaw practically hit the floor.
Silence enveloped the entire room. Everyone stared at Ye Fei's finger, unable to utter a word.
"W-what the hell just happened?"
Hee Ming trembled as he stared at the now-missing door, suddenly recalling what Liu Shan had told him.
Before tonight, Zhou Tian had explained that Martial Artists were divided into the three stages of Acquired martial arts: Bright, Dark, and Transformational. Above those was the realm of the Innate Martial King!
Hee Ming had initially thought Liu Shan was exaggerating.
But now, it seemed that this wasn't mere exaggeration—it was the stark truth in its purest form!
The Ye Fei standing before him was practically a walking cannon!
Meanwhile, Ye Fei himself nonchalantly flicked his hand, as if he had done something utterly trivial. Staring at Huang Xiong with the same faint smile, he coolly said, "Now, who do you think has a death wish?"
What was that just now?
Innate Martial King-level inner strength unleashed? Such terrifying power?
Huang Xiong's face turned ashen, filled with disbelief.
As an experienced Martial Artist, he understood how daunting the path of martial excellence was!
There were fewer than five Innate Martial King-level warriors in all of China, and only a few hundred worldwide!
And yet, how old was Ye Fei?
But Huang Xiong also knew there was no time to ponder such questions now. In his mind, all thoughts condensed into a single word.
In an instant, Huang Xiong's mind clung solely to this thought.
From Ye Fei's earlier strike, he knew that they were on entirely different levels!
If he stayed, death was the only outcome!
Thus, he spun around and bolted without answering Ye Fei's question!
But now that Ye Fei had made his move, how could he let Huang Xiong flee?
Ye Fei stretched out his palm, twisting it sharply toward Huang Xiong.
A swirling black vortex appeared instantly, generating an immense suction force. It pulled Huang Xiong, mid-flight, back in front of Ye Fei.
Huang Xiong struggled desperately, but the vortex in Ye Fei's hand seemed to contain an inexhaustible force, rendering Huang Xiong's inner strength completely incapacitated.
"Y-you can't kill me!"
Realizing he had no chance to resist, Huang Xiong cried out in terror.
"Can't? And why's that?" Ye Fei asked with a smile.
"I-I know you're an Innate Martial King! But my master is one as well! If you kill me, you'll be making an enemy of another Innate Martial King!" Huang Xiong pleaded hastily.
"Innate Martial King?"
Ye Fei had already heard this term more than once.
Elder Guo had mentioned it, and now Huang Xiong had as well!
But he wasn't simply an Innate Martial King—he was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator!
Huang Xiong's threat was utterly meaningless to him!
Moreover, that earlier palm strike from Huang Xiong had clearly carried murderous intent toward him!
Cultivators followed their own will but were also merciless in their vengeance!
Since Huang Xiong had harbored murderous intent against Ye Fei, he had to be prepared to face the consequences!
With a cold laugh, Ye Fei sneered, "Then let your master come seek revenge. I hope he doesn't disappoint me!"
As he spoke, Ye Fei coldly commanded, "Devour!"
In an instant, all of Huang Xiong's inner strength was sucked dry by Ye Fei's Soul-controlling Technique!
Huang Xiong was utterly crippled!