Dong Zhongzhi shouted coldly to the two young men who were watching nearby: "Ayong, Acheng, quickly carry Third Uncle and Dong Ping to Second Grandfather to treat their injuries."
The two young men quickly pulled the injured Third Uncle and Dong Ping from the Audi and walked quickly to the backyard.
Ye Feng looked at the Dong Zhongzhi brothers with contempt: "Your family has so many people, a big family, and there is also a second grandfather. Is there a third grandfather?"
The Dong Zhongzhi brothers looked at Ye Feng as if they were facing a great enemy and did not answer him. For some reason, they always felt like they were facing a lion, which made them inexplicably nervous and a trace of cold sweat seeped out of their foreheads.
There really is a Third Grandfather, and he is none other than Dong Yu’s biological grandfather, Dong Zhongzhi’s father.
When they heard Dong Yu say that Ye Feng broke his legs with just one kick, they didn't quite believe what Dong Yu said and thought it was an illusion after Dong Yu was injured.
How much force would it take to break the tibia? The tibia is the hardest bone in the human body. They were confident that they could not do it.
Uncle Dong Zhongbiao mustered up his courage, took a big step forward, and glared at Ye Feng with disdain: "Brother, I'll play with him first, you hold the fort for me."
Dong Zhongzhi said without confidence: "A Biao, this kid is very capable, you have to be careful, maybe he really killed my grandfather."
Dong Zhongbiao said nonchalantly, "That way it would save trouble. We can settle all the old and new grudges at once, and it would be a good opportunity for me to avenge my great grandfather."
Ye Feng smiled: "These days, everyone wants to seek revenge on me. Are you confident that your cultivation is better than your great grandfather's?"
"You'll know how good my cultivation is once you try it."
Second uncle Dong Zhongbiao took out a folding spear about the length of an arm from behind his waist, unfolded both ends, twisted them and connected them, and it became a spear more than one person tall.
The spear is made of fine steel, with precise spiral patterns carved on the body. This spiral carving not only enhances grip, but also serves as an attack formation, exuding a hint of spiritual energy.
The tip of the gun was even more peculiar. It was not straight, but curved like a snake, painted blood red, and was strangely sharp, looking like the red tip of a poisonous snake.
This snake-tip spear is actually a quasi-spiritual weapon.
Unfortunately, this quasi-spiritual weapon cannot exert its power at all in the hands of Dong Zhongbiao, an ancient warrior at the early stage of the heavenly level. It is really not worth it for this snake-tip spear.
The Dong family is indeed a family of ancient martial arts, with many talented people in the family. They are also ancient martial artists of the heavenly level of the middle generation, but they give Ye Feng a completely different feeling.
A gun shot out like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, the tip of the gun emitting red light, like more than ten streams of light and phantoms, shooting towards Ye Feng.
A good weapon is very important to ancient warriors.
This snake-tip spear increased Dong Zhongbiao's combat effectiveness by at least 50%. Moreover, it created many blurry gun shadows, making it impossible for the opponent to judge the direction of the gun. By the time he discovered it, the sharp gun tip had already appeared in front of him like the long blade of a poisonous snake, and there was no time to dodge.
The snake-tipped spear is strange and mysterious, and Dong Zhongbiao's confidence is swelled. He wants to restore the reputation of the Dong family and avenge his brother and nephew. His idea is good, but there is always a nemesis. Any illusory thing is meaningless in front of Ye Feng's divine eyes of destiny and has no effect at all.
Ye Feng took a glance and saw that Dong Zhongbiao's spear was heading for his lower abdomen. He sneered, "Not bad, quite impressive."
He kicked up with a kick as fast as a meteor, hitting the spear shaft made of fine steel. The huge potential surged towards Dong Zhongbiao like a wave, shocking him so much that he almost dropped the spear in his hand.
He was secretly shocked. Ye Feng's eyes were like blazing fire, emitting a spark of brilliance in the darkness. They were too sharp.
He threw out three Tianluo Fists in succession, and the fist shadows in the sky seemed to have formed a barrier with thousands of threads, tightly wrapping around the spear in Dong Zhongbiao's hand.
Dong Zhongbiao felt as if a heavy weight of thousands of gold was pressing on his spear. He could hardly bear such a huge pressure, let alone perform exquisite spear moves.
Eager to get rid of Ye Feng's continuous punches, Dong Zhongbiao gritted his teeth and used the butt of the gun to press seven acupoints on his chest. He didn't know if it was the pain or the rush of blood, but his face turned the color of liver.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "If you can't hit me, then hit yourself? Don't be so anxious."
Suddenly, the power of the snake-tip spear in Dong Zhongbiao's hand increased several times. He pulled it out from Ye Feng's Tianluo fist shadow. He shook the tip of the spear, and a buzzing sound came out, like a dragon's roar.
Whoosh, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard in the night sky, and a spirit snake came out of a cave. The spear was really like a ferocious long snake, carrying the energy of a raging sea, and stabbed towards Ye Feng's chest.
Dong Zhongbiao's eyes were full of bloodshot, and bloodstains like tree trunks appeared on his forehead and neck. Ye Feng took a breath of cold air: "Blood Demonic Skill?"
The first time Ye Feng encountered the Blood Demon Art was on the top of Mount Huashan. When he was fighting with Taoist Chongxu from Shangqing Sect, Taoist Chongxu stimulated the blood vessels throughout his body, causing his blood vessels to burst out with several times the power in a short period of time. In the end, the Blood Demon Art backfired and turned Taoist Chongxu into a madman.
Unexpectedly, Dong Zhongbiao also knew this evil skill.
Dong Zhongbiao's Blood Demon Art was obviously weaker than Taoist Chongxu's, but it also raised his cultivation to the peak of the heavenly level in a short period of time.
"You actually used evil skills. I hate people who use evil skills the most. Boy, you should also go and accompany your old master."
Ye Feng changed his boxing style, and he threw a five-fold wave. The strong wind he created swept up the snowflakes all over the sky. The snowflakes and the strong wind formed a roaring dragon, which swept Dong Zhongbiao and his gun into it.
The bloodline power of the ancient gods was integrated into the Four Attacks of the Thai Emperor. Except for ancient warriors above the innate realm who could resist, ancient warriors at the peak of the heavenly level had almost no chance of resisting under this divine power.
Moreover, five layers of waves surged, and layer after layer of power came like waves, each wave higher and more powerful than the last. In the blink of an eye, Dong Zhongbiao was submerged.
Today, the Dong family seemed to be having problems with Lao Li's Audi. Dong Zhongbiao also smashed heavily into the Audi car, his whole body was dented into the car body, he spit out blood, and with the blood magic power, he looked like a ghost.
What shocked Dong Zhongzhi the most was that the snake-tip spear, which was pressed into the formation and could be regarded as a quasi-spiritual weapon, was actually bent into an oval by Ye Feng's surge and was deeply embedded in the car body.
This kind of power is definitely not something that their heavenly masters can resist.
A cold wind blew, and Dong Zhongzhi felt a chill on his back. It turned out that his back had been soaked with cold sweat. Even though he was wearing thick cotton clothes, he still felt cold when the cold wind blew. He felt cold to the bone.
All the glass of the Audi car had been shattered, not a single piece was intact, the body of the car was badly damaged, the rivets had been blown away, and there were cracks everywhere, it looked like it had been crushed by a hydraulic press.
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