"Trash!" Zhao Xinling immediately grew angry and raised her hand, delivering a heavy slap.
The early-stage Martial Artist was sent flying by Zhao Xinling’s slap, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Afterward, Zhao Xinling headed towards the crowd, walking like a spoiled and arrogant princess, so commanding that when people saw Zhao Xinling, fear appeared in their eyes. They lowered their heads and dispersed to the sides, clearing a path for her.
At this moment, Zhou Mengyu called out loudly, "Xinling, it’s me!"
Hearing Zhou Mengyu’s words, Zhao Xinling looked towards her, paused for a second, then asked in surprise, "Mengyu, why is it you? If you were coming, you could have told me earlier, why create such a big commotion?"
Zhou Mengyu looked helpless and pointed towards Ye Feng, saying, "I came here with Ye Feng."
Zhao Xinling’s body trembled as she looked at Ye Feng, who was completely calm.
Ye Feng was not worried that Zhao Xinling would recognize him. Although it was said that Ye Feng was the son-in-law of the Zhao Family, arranged in marriage from a young age, the people of the Zhao Family had never respected him and seldom interacted with him.
And as for Zhao Xinling, even now, seeing Ye Feng, she did not realize he was not her fiancé.
Zhao Xinling stared at Ye Feng, her expression instantly darkening, becoming extremely ugly as if she was walking on thin ice.
"Can’t you understand what I’m saying?" Zhao Xinling coldly looked at Ye Feng and asked.
Yet Ye Feng remained calm, showing no hint of emotional fluctuation, and did not speak.
Zhao Xinling thought Ye Feng was scared into silence by her, so she slowly walked towards him. Soon, Zhao Xinling arrived by Ye Feng’s side.
Zhao Xinling glared at Ye Feng and loudly demanded, "You trash, haven’t I told you more than once? I told you not to appear within my sight, let alone step into the Zhao Family’s grounds. I will absolutely not marry you. Did you take my words for hollow wind?"
However, Ye Feng did not answer Zhao Xinling but said flatly, "Let Zhao Yebao come out..."
Zhao Xinling instantly grew furious, her rage soaring, "Are you deaf? Or is it because there’s too much earwax blocking your ears, and you can’t understand my words?"
Ye Feng simply ignored Zhao Xinling and directly walked towards the residence of the Zhao Family.
"Talk back!" Zhao Xinling furiously rebuked.
However, Ye Feng did not even spare Zhao Xinling a glance and walked past her.
Zhao Xinling raged, "You bastard, courting death!"
Zhao Xinling swiftly moved in front of Ye Feng, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.
"Ye Feng, watch out!" Even Zhou Mengyu couldn’t help but loudly warn Ye Feng.
Zhao Xinling might have been a woman, but she was a prodigious Martial Arts practitioner. At only twenty-two, she had already reached the peak of Inner Strength level, her power vastly surpassing that of her peers.
This was why Zhou Mengyu and Zhao Xinling could become good friends—the duo were both female genius Martial Artists, which led them to form a friendship.
An Inner Strength peak Martial Artist’s palm strike was enough to shatter a stone weighing a hundred pounds, so Zhao Xinling naturally worried.
"Smack!" However, at that moment, Ye Feng easily caught Zhao Xinling’s wrist, rendering it immovable.
Zhao Xinling was stunned, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.
In her memory, Ye Feng had always been a useless, cowardly person, but now he had easily caught her palm strike, which greatly astonished Zhao Xinling.
However, more than surprise, Zhao Xinling felt anger and struggled fiercely, only to find that once Ye Feng had grabbed her hand, it seemed as if it had been cast in cement, and she couldn’t move it at all.
Furious, Zhao Xinling bellowed, "Get your filthy hands off me!"
Yet Ye Feng showed no signs of letting go.
Zhou Mengyu became anxious, "Ye Feng, let Xinling go quickly!"
"I told you to let go, did you hear me!" Zhao Xinling, face flushed with anger, shouted loudly as she struggled frantically.
At that moment, Ye Feng suddenly released his grip.
Zhao Xinling’s figure immediately lost balance and quickly staggered backward.
Then, Zhao Xinling fell heavily to the ground, never having imagined she would lose so much face in front of so many people. Instantly, her eyes filled with a murderous intent.
"Kill him for me!" Zhao Xinling screamed loudly, her eyes brimming with dense killing intent.
Upon hearing Zhao Xinling’s command, the people around hesitated.
They didn’t dare to approach, as everyone present was well aware of Zhao Xinling’s strength—she was a peak Inner Strength Martial Artist. Even Zhao Xinling had no way to deal with Ye Feng.
Among them, those with the strongest ability were only at the early stages of Inner Strength; how could they possibly contend with Ye Feng?
Seeing everyone stand still, their eyes filled with hesitation,
Zhao Xinling bellowed furiously, "Useless, all of you are useless! What does the Zhao Family feed you for, a bunch of cowards? If you won’t go, I’ll do it myself!"
With that, Zhao Xinling stood up, holding a razor-sharp dark iron dagger, and charged directly at Ye Feng, stabbing towards his back.
Zhao Xinling targeted Ye Feng’s vital points, her eyes filled with thick murderous intent.
Ye Feng also sensed Zhao Xinling’s murderous intent. He was somewhat surprised, as he had no grudges against Zhao Xinling; in fact, they were engaged. Ye Feng didn’t expect Zhao Xinling to be so vicious.
As Zhao Xinling’s dagger was about to pierce Ye Feng’s body, Ye Feng quickly turned around, easily dodging her strike. He then raised his right hand and gripped Zhao Xinling’s throat.
At the same time, his other hand knocked the dagger from Zhao Xinling’s hand, lifting her off the ground.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned...