Upon hearing the applause, Ye Feng paid no mind, even considering a good look at who his opponents would send to assassinate him this time.
However, the next second, he was dumbfounded!
Because several powerful auras locked onto him directly, the immense pressure made him tremble.
"Huh? Not good, they're masters! And quite a few of them!"
Ye Feng reacted, immediately turned tail, and fled with incredible speed.
But would those people let him run like that?
Of course not.
Ye Feng had only run a few steps when a figure suddenly appeared before him like a phantom, striking at him with a palm.
The figure moved with astonishing speed, and coupled with the pitch-black night, Ye Feng barely had time to react.
"What is this? Collapsing Thunder Palm!"
Seeing this, Ye Feng roared, regardless of who it was, and struck out with a palm.
*Bang!*
With a muffled thud, Ye Feng was sent flying backward, skidding a considerable distance across the ground.
When Ye Feng finally stopped, he grimaced in pain, shaking his hand repeatedly as he stared at the figure in front of him, shocked. "A late-stage Grandmaster?"
Indeed, standing before him was a late-stage Grandmaster assassin. Ye Feng had already suffered a disadvantage from just one palm strike.
If not for his powerful cultivation technique and robust physique, that palm strike would have crippled his arm.
"Yo, kid, you're indeed worthy of killing that guy with long hair. You've got something!"
The assassin, seeing Ye Feng seemingly unfazed after taking his palm strike, exclaimed in surprise.
Ye Feng, after a brief moment of stunned silence, understood. The assassin was likely referring to the long-haired Rakshasa assassin he had killed in the woods that afternoon.
Ye Feng ignored the assassin's words, retreating while his eyes darted around, seemingly searching for an escape.
But before Ye Feng could make any move, two figures suddenly appeared behind him. Their auras, while not as powerful as the one in front, were still formidable.
Ye Feng carefully sensed their cultivation levels and found that both were higher than his, reaching the mid-stage Grandmaster realm.
Seeing this, Ye Feng truly felt doomed.
He had only barely stepped into the early-stage Grandmaster realm. If he were to face one mid-stage Grandmaster, he might still have a chance with his various miraculous techniques. Against two, he had no confidence. Against three, there was no need to even mention it; he would surely lose!
And now, not only were there three, but one was a late-stage Grandmaster. He had absolutely no chance of winning.
"Cough, cough, two mid-stage Grandmasters and one late-stage Grandmaster! You guys think too highly of me, Ye Feng, to dispatch such a lineup against me!" Ye Feng knew he couldn't escape, so he stopped running and looked up at the three vigilantly.
The assassin in front of him replied, "I thought it was overkill at first, but judging by your palm strike just now, it's not!"
Although they had only exchanged a palm strike in haste, that single blow had shocked the assassin.
With his strength, that palm strike should have been enough to defeat not just an early-stage Grandmaster, but even an average mid-stage Grandmaster.
He hadn't expected Ye Feng to not only block it but also emerge relatively unscathed. This greatly astonished him.
If he hadn't been present, the other two mid-stage Grandmasters might not have been able to take down Ye Feng.
While Ye Feng was conversing with the three, two figures were intently watching from a nearby building.
These two shared a common trait: they both wore identical ghost masks, differing only in color.
If Ye Feng saw this, he would surely recognize them, as these two were members of the Ghost King Assassin Organization.
One was an intelligence officer of the Ghost King Assassin Organization, and the other was its leader.
The leader, looking in Ye Feng's direction, chuckled and said, "It really is people from the Rakshasa Assassin Organization! They dare to make a move on Ye Feng. They're finished! Hahaha!"
The intelligence officer behind him asked with confusion, "Boss, what's that guy's background? Why are you so wary?"
The one called Boss whispered something into his ear.
Upon hearing it, the man was immediately startled, then his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in utter shock.
After a while, he said, "This, this can't be possible! That guy is actually..."
"Shh! I learned some of this from Baldy, and then I investigated it myself!" the Boss replied.
The man sighed, "Then the Rakshasa Organization is probably truly finished..."
However, Ye Feng was currently in a state of panic. Surrounded by three Grandmasters, with a late-stage Grandmaster among them, he was no match for them.
Without further ado, the three attacked Ye Feng, surrounding him.
The assassin in front struck first. His speed was incredible, like a phantom in the dark night, instantly appearing before Ye Feng and thrusting a dagger directly at his heart.
Seeing this, Ye Feng quickly used his movement technique to dodge.
The assassin, seeing his attack miss, remained unfazed, instead revealing a sinister glint in his eyes.
Just as Ye Feng was wondering what was happening, he suddenly felt two cold auras from behind. Turning, he saw the other two assassins closing in.
"Ice Needles, go!"
Seeing this, Ye Feng hastily condensed several ice needles and shot them back at the two.
The two assassins were surprised by Ye Feng's swift reaction.
However, what shocked them more was the peculiar ice needles.
They initially thought they were just ordinary ice needles and paid them no mind. One of them even reached out to swat them away.
But as the ice needles reached them, they felt their terrifying power.
Firstly, their speed was astonishing. The two could barely react before being struck.
The hand of the one who reached out was pierced, bleeding profusely, while the other's shoulder was impaled, causing him to cry out in pain.
Ye Feng, however, did not rejoice, as he had not hit their vital points.
Once they recovered, they were enraged and attacked Ye Feng again.
Seeing this, Ye Feng could only dodge continuously. However, the three were too strong, and Ye Feng was no match for them.
Within a few exchanges, Ye Feng was surrounded and attacked by the three, sustaining significant injuries.
He now had several wounds on his body, and he warily looked at the three, saying, "Uh, my esteemed brothers! I believe there's been some misunderstanding!"
A wise man knows when to retreat. A true hero can bend and stretch; survival is paramount.
Therefore, if Ye Feng could use words, he wouldn't resort to fighting, because he simply couldn't win a fight.
The late-stage Grandmaster assassin sneered, "You say misunderstanding? Then let me ask you, did you kill several assassins in the woods by the highway this afternoon?"
Ye Feng was speechless, "Uh, yes, that's correct! But they attacked me first!"
The man heard this and sneered, "Then there's no misunderstanding! Regardless of who struck first, dare to kill our Rakshasa Organization members, and you shall die!"
After speaking, the assassin attacked again.
Ye Feng, seeing this, quickly cursed, "Damn it, what kind of logic is this! Are you saying they can kill me, but I can't fight back against them?"
"That's right. Who told you your backing is weak? The weak have no right to resist!" the assassin sneered.
However, just as he finished speaking, a stern voice echoed from behind him, "Oh? Is that so? Then in front of me, do you also have no right to resist..."