The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2308 - 2297: Blasted to Death

An eerie silence enveloped the rundown residence of Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong.

The subtle launch of a stone from Ye Chenfeng's left hand went unnoticed by all present.

Consequently, to those watching, it appeared as though Ding Zhenhu had stumbled, accidentally impaling his own neck upon Ye Chenfeng's Qingyun Sword.

This spectacle struck the onlookers as both peculiar and somewhat ludicrous.

In their perception, Ye Chenfeng was a helpless nobody, while Ding Zhenhu possessed the might of the Initial Stage Three-Heaven Nirvana Realm. Moments before, Ding Zhenhu had been poised to dispatch Ye Chenfeng with ease, yet in a sudden turn, he met his end inexplicably by skewering himself on Ye Chenfeng's Qingyun Sword.

Not a single bystander, including Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong, attributed the event to Ye Chenfeng's actions. They simply deemed Ye Chenfeng to be extraordinarily fortunate.

Ye Chenfeng cast a look at the lifeless Ding Zhenhu, whose face was etched with unconcealed disbelief.

From the outset, Ye Chenfeng had not considered Ding Zhenhu a genuine threat. Despite his meridians hindering the circulation of Spiritual Energy, he had already attained the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm, boasting physical strength equivalent to that of a Mid Divine Honor Realm cultivator.

Having ascended to such a level, could Ye Chenfeng possibly harbor concerns about an individual like Ding Zhenhu?

Regaining his composure, Cao Xiaodong approached Ye Chenfeng, clapping him heartily on the shoulder. "Your luck is utterly astounding! You, a person without any power, and Ding Zhenhu should have easily ended your life. Yet, it seems Ding Zhenhu slipped and impaled himself on your sword. It's truly incredible," he exclaimed.

Cao Yunwei, her brow still knit in concern, urged, "We need to depart from here immediately. Ding Zhenhu's demise at your hands was purely a stroke of luck; otherwise, even a hundred of you wouldn't stand a chance against him."

"Now that Ding Zhenhu is dead, his Lifebound Token must have shattered. His elder brother, Ding Zhenlong, will surely know and may already be en route. Ding Zhenlong commands the Peak strength of the Five-Heaven Nirvana Realm; relying on luck to defeat him would be futile."

"Ding Zhenhu's combat capability is vastly inferior to Ding Zhenlong's. Ding Zhenlong is a far more ruthless and methodical fighter, never underestimating an opponent and always giving his absolute all."

Cao Xiaodong added his agreement, "Precisely. Rather than facing Ding Zhenlong's wrath and dying, we might as well risk the mysterious space. Perhaps survival awaits us there."

As Cao Xiaodong concluded his statement,

Cao Yunwei swiftly grasped Ye Chenfeng's arm. Simultaneously, Ye Chenfeng was withdrawing Ding Zhenhu's body from the Qingyun Sword, attempting to pacify the siblings.

Approaching from the right,

suddenly, an formidable aura surged forth. It swept over them with a crushing momentum, causing the expressions of everyone present to drain of color, their faces etched with dread, nearly suffocating under its immense pressure.

Yet, Ye Chenfeng remained unfazed; this aura, emanating from a Peak Five-Heaven Nirvana Realm expert, had no discernible effect on him. However, for the others, who were either below the Nirvana Realm or mere mortals, resisting such oppressive force was naturally impossible.

It appeared that Ding Zhenhu's brother, Ding Zhenlong, had arrived.

Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong could only let out despairing sighs, realizing escape was no longer an option. "We cannot evade this fated demise!" Cao Yunwei lamented.

A swift shadow materialized from the right, settling a short distance away from Ye Chenfeng and the others.

This figure was a middle-aged man bearing a resemblance to Ding Zhenhu; it was Ding Zhenlong.

Ding Zhenlong's gaze was piercingly cold and filled with malice. Having witnessed his brother's Lifebound Token shatter moments prior, he had hastened his arrival, aware that his brother was confronting Cao Yunwei. As he was not far from Cao Yunwei's dwelling, he could cover the distance rapidly at his full speed.

After a comprehensive survey of the surroundings, Ding Zhenlong seized a passerby, demanding a detailed account of the recent events. Comprehending the sequence, he found his brother's end highly suspicious. Even after Ye Chenfeng dislodged Ding Zhenhu's corpse from the Qingyun Sword, he detected no discernible aura from Ye Chenfeng.

Naturally, he dismissed any notion that Ye Chenfeng was a hidden powerhouse; otherwise, Ye Chenfeng would not have been relegated to the scrap heap.

Ultimately, Ding Zhenlong could only attribute his brother's demise to sheer, unadulterated misfortune.

Ding Zhenlong's form flickered, vanishing from sight only to reappear instantaneously before Ye Chenfeng. His voice boomed harshly, "My brother met his end by your hand! You shall join him in death!"

With no further preamble, Ding Zhenlong launched a fist towards Ye Chenfeng's head, the assault appearing terrifyingly potent and swift to the onlookers.

However, for Ye Chenfeng, the situation was entirely different; Ding Zhenlong's speed appeared sluggish, and his strength seemed weak. Relying solely on his body's inherent speed and might, without even needing to channel the Spiritual Qi flowing within his meridians, he could effortlessly overwhelm any expert in the Nirvana Realm.

As Ding Zhenlong's fist was seemingly on the verge of crushing Ye Chenfeng's head,

Cao Yunwei and Cao Xiaodong could barely watch, convinced that no fortunate turn of events would occur this time. They even steeled themselves to end their own lives once more.

In the instant before Ding Zhenlong's ferocious-looking punch could connect with Ye Chenfeng's head,

Ye Chenfeng casually moved his arm.

His Qingyun Sword remained sheathed on his back, and his right hand was now positioned to shield his forehead.

With a resonant "bang!" sound.

Ding Zhenlong's fist met Ye Chenfeng's open palm.

Ding Zhenlong perceived his fist striking something akin to a soft cushion, his power rendered utterly ineffective. This abrupt realization caused his expression to shift dramatically, and as he attempted a swift retreat,

Ye Chenfeng, naturally, would not permit him to escape.

Ye Chenfeng's hand clamped down firmly on Ding Zhenlong's fist, applying immense pressure.

"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"

Ding Zhenlong's fist was pulverized into a mangled mess, and before a single cry of pain could escape his lips,

Ye Chenfeng's left fist lashed out, followed immediately by his right fist driving into Ding Zhenlong's core.

His right and left fists continued their merciless barrage, leaving Ding Zhenlong with no opportunity to even flinch.

Accompanied by a continuous eruption of "bang! bang! bang!" sounds.

With each solid impact from Ye Chenfeng's fists, a segment of Ding Zhenlong's skeletal structure fractured, his flesh and skin yielding into a pulpy state.

In under a minute of Ye Chenfeng's relentless onslaught,

save for his head, Ding Zhenlong's entire being was reduced to a pulpy mass, brutally beaten to death by Ye Chenfeng.

An unnerving silence descended upon the surroundings.

At that precise moment, not even the faintest sound of breathing could be detected.

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