Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Competing with Me for a Woman, You’re Not Worthy!_1

As the ten tornadoes formed, a terrifying pressure emerged. The destructive power of these tornadoes was enough to obliterate a third-tier expert of the Saint Realm.

This was the formidable strength produced by the combination of Special Ability and True Qi, just like the time when Leng Ruobing combined True Qi with her Ice Ability to create terrifying lethality.

"Kill!"

The word ’kill’ came out of Feng Ying’s mouth, and the ten tornadoes charged toward Ye Luo, bringing with them a horrible pressure as the very air in the void shattered.

Watching the fearsome tornadoes approach, both Leng Ruobing and Leng Pengzhan’s hearts raced.

Yet Ye Luo remained calm, his expression so serene that no changes could be detected, with the Lingyun Sword appearing in his hand.

"Rainbow Sword Technique, Rainbow Light Engulfs the Sky!"

With a shout from Ye Luo, the Lingyun Sword in his hand executed the Rainbow Sword Technique taught to him by Feng Tian. A streak of his sword unleashed dazzling rainbows of light.

With this strike, Ye Luo summoned all his strength, and the rainbows of light soared into the sky, as if they were about to split the roof open.

The blinding rainbows collided with the tornadoes, resulting in bursts of explosive energy.

Leng Pengzhan and the other two were blasted a dozen meters away. The entire hall trembled, with the ground, walls, and ceiling all developing countless cracks.

A roaring sound ensued as the rainbows pierced through the tornadoes, finally exploding. The resultant blast was as powerful as several grenades exploding in this place at once.

Both Ye Luo and Feng Ying were sent flying backward by the shock, but Ye Luo timely summoned the Eight Feet Mirror, which blocked all the residual energy waves from the astounding blast.

As for Feng Ying, he wasn’t as fortunate as Ye Luo, who had the protection of a defensive King’s Tool; he didn’t even have a Spiritual Artifact.

As a result, the brunt of the explosive energy blast hit him, causing significant injuries; he fell to one knee on the ground, coughing up blood.

Once the aftershocks of the explosions and the lights faded, their gaze met across the demolished ground between them, walls, and floors webbed with cracks like spiderwebs, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"Who the hell are you? How are you so terrifyingly powerful?"

Looking at Ye Luo, Feng Ying uttered in disbelief, coldly.

By now, Feng Ying obviously no longer thought of his opponent as a mere commoner. How could an ordinary person have such horrifying strength to withstand both of his ultimate moves?

"Ye Luo!"

Ye Luo said, his expression still calm.

"You are Ye Luo!" Feng Ying’s pupils constricted as he looked at Ye Luo, obviously having heard the name.

Now, that name was resonant in the ears of the high society in Capital City, having first cuckolded the Ji Family’s young master and then killed the Sun Family’s young master. These incidents were the talk of every street and alley in Capital City.

Since coming out of the Tian Group, Feng Ying had heard about Ye Luo and the deeds he had done. However, he had not seen Ye Luo and thus, did not recognize that the person in front of him was the renowned Ye Luo.

"That’s me!" Ye Luo responded, his tone remaining indifferent.

With a flicker in his eyes, Feng Ying spat out coldly, "No matter who you are, offending me, Feng Ying, means death!"

"Sorry, but anyone who lays eyes on my woman is someone I, Ye Luo, will definitely not show mercy to!"

Slap!

Ye Luo’s figure moved, Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens technique was activated, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Feng Ying and slapped him across the face.

Feng Ying was sent flying on the spot, landing heavily on the ground with a mouthful of fresh blood spraying out, and a slap mark appeared on his face, his pupils showing a touch of dullness.

"You... you dare hit me?"

Feng Ying looked at Ye Luo with some disbelief.

Ye Luo laughed, looking at the guy as if he were an idiot, and spoke coldly, "I think there is something wrong with your brain. We are neither friends nor relatives; we’re enemies. Why wouldn’t I dare to hit you!"

Listening to Ye Luo’s mocking words, Feng Ying felt a thick sense of humiliation. His pride seemed to have been completely shattered by Ye Luo’s slap just now, his expression turning somewhat crazed.

"I want you dead!"

Feng Ying roared angrily, leaped up from the ground, and launched a fierce punch towards Ye Luo, unleashing all his strength in a burst.

Ye Luo’s eyes narrowed; a hint of disdainful cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. With a casual wave of his hand, he instantly caught the opponent’s punch, which was as fast as the wind.

Bang!

Ye Luo kicked out fiercely, sending the guy flying like a kicked ball. Feng Ying directly flew out of the Leng Family’s hall, landing outside on the ground, once again spitting out fresh blood.

At this moment, outside the Leng Family’s hall, many members of the Leng Family had gathered upon hearing the commotion. Leng Aofeng and Leng Pengzhan, along with Leng Ruobing, were anxiously waiting for the outcome. They then saw a figure flying out, landing on the ground—it was Feng Ying.

The Feng Ying of before was elegant and aloof, carrying arrogance and dominance. But now, he lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, his hair disheveled, his face bearing a slap mark, the corner of his mouth stained with blood, utterly disheveled—a far cry from his previous appearance.

Seeing Feng Ying in this state, both Leng Pengzhan and Leng Ruobing couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, while Leng Aofeng’s face was filled with shock.

At that moment, Ye Luo walked out slowly, his demeanor calm, with a hint of unruliness, his eyes looking down at Feng Ying on the ground with intense disdain.

Following that, Ye Luo stepped forward to Feng Ying, planting a foot on his chest, causing Feng Ying’s body to tremble, and once again he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes glinting with ferocious light, he stared at Ye Luo.

"You think you can compete with me, Ye Luo, for a woman? You’re not worthy!"

The last three words Ye Luo said were powerful and resounding, carrying an unmatched dominance and the might of an emperor, intimidating everyone from the Leng Family. Ruo Bing by his side flashed a sweet smile, her eyes filled with a touch of shyness, while Leng Pengzhan’s eyes sparkled with some admiration.

As for Leng Aofeng, his eyes were flickering, his expression somewhat ugly.

"You..." Feng Ying’s eyes, gleaming with a crimson light, fixed on Ye Luo, filled with profound humiliation and anger, his fists clenched tight. He tried to stand up again, but was pinned down by Ye Luo’s foot, heavy as a thousand jun.

"Remember, you’re not the first person from the Tian Group I’ve hit. Don’t think just because you’re from the Tian Group you’re all that, and don’t ever set your sights on my woman again, or I won’t be so polite next time."

Ye Luo kicked out again, sending Feng Ying flying ten meters away, crashing to the ground with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his complexion deathly pale, his eyes full of resentment glancing at Ye Luo, before he passed out.