h only reached mid-Yellow Rank.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The four shadows were sent flying, crashing to the ground in a bloody mess.

Chapter 8: The Usurper

The four black-clad men had not anticipated their vulnerabilities being discovered, let alone their attacks being broken so decisively. They were utterly defeated and had no chance to retaliate.

"Get out!"

Seeing his last trump card fail, Li Zhen was enraged. He shoved the two women in his arms away, his aura surging as he instantly reached the early Xuan Rank.

The force of his power blast sent the women flying. Yang Feng, initially perplexed, couldn’t understand how Li Zhen, previously a mid-Yellow Rank, had suddenly ascended to early Xuan Rank.

"Ha ha~, today, none of you will leave alive," Li Zhen laughed maniacally. "I’ll ensure you all die without a burial place."

In a flash, his figure appeared in front of Yang Feng, delivering a punch. Yang Feng’s enhanced reflexes and keen sense of danger allowed him to block the strike with his arms, yet the sheer strength gap sent him flying. He twisted in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground.

"Damn, he's strong!" Yang Feng muttered.

Despite his bulky frame, Li Zhen moved with astonishing speed. He had truly concealed his power well.

Yang Feng's speed increased as his feet pushed off the ground, closing in on Li Zhen. The two clashed fiercely in the courtyard, with Yang Feng narrowly evading attacks using his agility. 

Their exchange of punches and shadows intermingled, making it almost impossible for the onlookers to discern the speed of their strikes. Each was fighting at full capacity, aware that a single misstep could lead to their defeat.

"Boom, boom~"

Both combatants landed blows on each other, propelling them in opposite directions, spitting blood yet unwavering in their fighting spirit.

"If you don’t want to die, follow me!"

Injured and abandoning chivalric honor, Yang Feng ordered the onlookers to charge.

"Let’s go, brothers! He's alone now; let’s take him down."
"Charge!"

...

Li Wenlong and the others, driven by Yang Feng's lead, surrounded Li Zhen. Despite facing a Xuan Rank expert, their resolve wavered not.

Li Zhen’s elite force had betrayed him, as the four black-clad men stood with Yang Feng’s team, brimming with disdain for Li Zhen.

"Ha ha, I never expected to be cornered by small fry like you," Li Zhen sighed, "But you won’t come out unscathed either. I’ll drag a few of you down with me, even in death."

"Enough talk, brothers, let’s finish him!"

The group surged forward, but Yang Feng noticed the sinister smile on Li Zhen's face. The red glow enveloping Li Zhen radiated an immense threat.

"Is he... planning to self-destruct?"

Yang Feng dashed forward in a streak of light, pushing his team away just as Li Zhen's 

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