Chapter 708: Overcoming the Three Strong Opponents!

The side door of the main hall creaked as it was pushed open.

Three figures stepped out from behind the door.

The first wore a dark‑green robe, thin‑faced with three long strands of beard beneath his chin, and was the Zheng Family's second Elder, Zheng Yuan Geng. The second was cloaked in a deep‑red mantle, broad‑shouldered and swarthy, the Zheng Family's third Elder, Zheng Yuan Lie.

The third person was none other than Zheng Yuanshen himself…

He came out from the side of the high platform and stood beside the other two.

The three took their positions at the hall's center, and the three Half‑step Martial Ancestor auras burst forth together, merging into a mountain‑crushing pressure that made the entire main hall's air thicken.

A guest in the hall inhaled a sharp gasp of cold air.

Three Half‑step Martial Ancestors.

Such a display, if shown to the outside world, could flatten a mid‑level sect.

The Zheng Family has run the Yunding Secret Realm for several thousand years, and their wealth is indeed terrifyingly deep.

Zheng Yuan Geng was the first to speak.

His voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding together.

"Jiang Feng, your defeat of Master Lan was truly beyond Old brother's expectations. Yet this is still the Zheng Family's turf. You caused a ruckus, grabbed people, injured others at our wedding banquet; if we let you leave like this, how will the Zheng Family ever hold a foothold in the Yunding Secret Realm?"

Zheng Yuan Lie took over, his voice as rugged as his build.

"Jiang Feng, even if the three of us Half‑step Martial Ancestors combine, a true Martial Ancestor would have to think twice. If you're sensible, lay down Lin Qinghan, kneel and kowtow three times, and the Zheng Family will spare your life."

Zheng Yuanshen stood between the two, silent.

He only stared at Jiang Feng, his eyes carrying an indescribable complexity.

He had just witnessed Lan Jue being shattered by a single move.

He knew in his heart that Jiang Feng's strength was at least above Half‑step Martial Ancestor, perhaps already brushing the threshold of Martial Ancestor.

Yet this is the Zheng Family, and they still have genuine Martial Ancestor Strongmen stationed here.

So he stood there with great confidence.

Jiang Feng looked at the three before him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was so light that Long Bad Dao, standing behind him, almost missed it.

Yet Zheng Yuan Geng, opposite him, saw it and furrowed his brow.

"Three Half‑step Martial Ancestors…"

Jiang Feng spoke, his tone as if mentioning a trivial matter.

"Just you lot?"

The moment the four words left his mouth, Zheng Yuan Lie's face flushed red.

He had been the Zheng Family's third Elder for decades and had never been dismissed with such a tone.

He stepped forward, his dark‑red cloak billowing as true‑qi surged, and visible dark‑red qi rose from his fist.

"Arrogant brat! Today you'll see the might of a Half‑step Martial Ancestor!"

He roared, his whole body hurling toward Jiang Feng like a cannonball.

His right fist was sheathed in scorching dark‑red qi; the fist wind it generated shattered tables and chairs, and the green‑stone tiles beneath were gouged into a charred trench.

At the same time, Zheng Yuan Geng moved. His motion was not as violent as Zheng Yuan Lie's, but exceedingly strange.

Dark‑green qi coursed over him, his body seeming to melt into the air, vanishing from his spot and reappearing beside Jiang Feng a heartbeat later, his five fingers forming claws, the tips glowing with a faint green light as they lunged toward Jiang Feng's ribs.

Zheng Yuanshen gritted his teeth and also struck.

He charged forward from the front, both palms out, the palm wind wrapped in bluish‑gray qi, solidifying in the air into two massive palm seals, left and right, blocking Jiang Feng's retreat.

The three Half‑step Martial Ancestors—one front, one side, one from the shadows—attacked simultaneously.

Such a combined strike, even ten Heavenly Person Peaks joining forces could not withstand for a single round.

Jiang Feng stood at the intersection of the three assaults, his expression as calm as a stroll in a garden.

He lifted his foot and stamped the ground.

The force was slight and the sound muted, yet the instant his foot touched down, a ring of white ripples spread outward from beneath him in all directions.

The ripples swept over the green‑stone tiles, causing a layer of crystalline white frost to bloom upon them.

The ripples passed through Zheng Yuan Lie's dark‑red fist wind, which seemed doused with water, hissing white steam as it vanished.

The ripples brushed Zheng Yuan Geng's hidden claw, prompting a muffled hum as he was flung from the shadows, the faint green glow on his hand shattering into powder.

The three attacks, the moment they met the white ripple, were completely nullified.

Zheng Yuan Lie's eyes widened; his fist hovered a foot away from Jiang Feng's chest, yet that foot of distance proved immovable.

He looked down and saw a thin veil of white light enveloping Jiang Feng's whole body, as thin as paper, and his fist struck it without even a ripple.

"No… impossible!"

Before his voice could finish, Jiang Feng's hand had already reached out.

The hand seemed casual, as if plucking a leaf.

Yet that very hand, a single index finger, lightly tapped his fist.

Crack.

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Zheng Yuan Lie let out a howl as his right arm instantly went limp, hanging soft and flaccid at his side.

He staggered back three or four steps, collapsed onto the ground, clutching the broken arm, cold beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Zheng Yuan Geng, seeing the unfavorable turn, tried to retreat instantly. His footwork was already swift, but Jiang Feng was faster.

Jiang Feng's body swayed in place, and a heartbeat later he appeared right before him.

The distance between them was under two feet; Zheng Yuan Geng could even see his own panicked face reflected in Jiang Feng's eyes.

"You…"

He only managed to utter a single word before Jiang Feng pressed a palm onto his chest.

Zheng Yuan Geng Throughout person seemed struck head‑on by an invisible giant hammer; both Foot left the ground and flew backward, smashing through the side screen of the main hall, then smashing through two Wood walls, finally crashing into the courtyard corridor, and the blood he spat out from his Mouth dyed a large patch of the corridor's white wall crimson.

Three Half-step Martial Ancestors, in less than three breaths, two of them fell.

Zheng Yuanshen Standing at the Back, the blood color on his face faded completely clean.

His both hands still held the outward palm posture, but those two palm imprints had long vanished without a trace, like two thin sheets of ice melted by the sun.

Jiang Feng turned around and looked at Zheng Yuanshen.

He did not strike, but merely stepped forward.

Zheng Yuanshen retreated three steps in a row.

His Mouth trembled, and beads of sweat on his forehead ran down his cheek.

He had lived for over a Hundred years, had seen many masters, and had never heard of anyone who could, within three breaths, defeat two Half-step Martial Ancestors with a single move.

"Who... who are you really? What level of cultivation are you?"

Jiang Feng did not answer his question.

He turned around and grasped Lin Qinghan's hand again.

Her hand was no longer as cold as before, and the fingers she held in his palm tightened slightly, as if responding.

"Let's go."

He said.

Lin Qinghan nodded.

The two turned around and headed toward the main hall's grand entrance.

Long Bad Dao jogged along behind them; This Time he did not turn back to make a ghost face, because even he, who never shies away from a spectacle, sensed a more terrifying presence drawing near.

That aura emanated from the tower deep within the Zheng Family mansion, a tower that had lain dormant for an unknown number of years.

That aura was of a completely different magnitude from the one Lan Jue had just released; if Lan Jue's aura was a smoking volcano, then this current aura was a continental plate slowly rising.

Jiang Feng's steps halted briefly.