rged from the shadows, surrounding them with machetes and iron rods, their expressions menacing.

"Ha ha, I've been waiting for this," Li Zhen's voice echoed from the villa. "I didn’t expect you seven traitors to reach the Yellow Rank. Even so, you will die today."

A fat man with two sultry women in his arms walked out, his hands roaming over their bodies, eliciting their seductive moans.

"Kill!"

Obeying the order, over a hundred armed thugs rushed towards Yang Feng and his team like a tidal wave.

"These guys are competent, but none have broken into the Yellow Rank," Yang Feng observed. "We can handle them, just watch out for their weapons."

The team nodded, understanding their situation, and transformed into shadows, weaving through the crowd. Surrounded by dozens of assailants, the blades and rods aimed at them caused only minor injuries due to their skill.

Aside from Yang Feng, who left one groaning thug after another in his wake, Li Wenlong and others showed restraint, ending up injured themselves. 

"If you don't fight back, they'll kill you! Do you want to die?"

Yang Feng's words echoed in the yard, striking a chord with the others, who sighed internally. They then fought back with renewed brutality, receiving and inflicting more wounds.

Yang Feng, like a bloodthirsty deity, moved with eerie swiftness. Each blow fell a thug, yet he controlled his strength, ensuring they were only severely injured.

"Hmm!~"

Seeing his men falling left and right, Li Zhen's rage simmered as he added Yang Feng to his hit list.

"Clap, clap"

The sound of clapping filled the yard. Black-clad figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes fierce and their presence radiating violent intent.

As the thugs fell, four figures revealed their mid-Yellow Rank aura.

"These are my trump cards. See their true power!" Li Zhen sneered, caressing the woman in his arms. "Kill them!"

The black-clad men moved with lethal intent towards Yang Feng and his team.

"Retreat!"

Upon hearing the order, Li Wenlong and the others quickly fell back. Sensing the threat from Yang Feng, the four attackers abandoned their chase and surrounded him instead.

"Come on then!"
"Show me your strength!"

"Boom~"

Yang Feng's power surged to the peak of late Yellow Rank, his aura overwhelming the assailants. His icy gaze instilled fear in them.

"What are you waiting for? Attack!"

The four men struck simultaneously, moving so fast they left trails in the air. Yang Feng evaded, studying their rhythm, but still took a heavy hit.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he understood their coordinated movements—they fought as one, likely at the profound Rank level.

Yang Feng unleashed his true skills, moving so fast only five shadows flickered across the yard. None could keep track, as Li Zhen's strengt

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