Opposite Ye Feng, those who had been severely injured by the explosion occupied more than half, while a lesser half, being comparatively luckier, had only sustained some minor injuries.
As for Zheng Nan, this despicable man, having run quite far, had not suffered any injuries at all. He was merely covered in dust all over, appearing somewhat disheveled.
"Despicable, he's the one who killed the master, kill him!" Seeing it was Ye Feng, Zheng Nan snorted coldly, pointing at his fellow disciples, and roared loudly.
Zheng Nan had already planned to seek revenge on Ye Feng, and now, before he even left his doorstep, Ye Feng had made him so disheveled, so it was no wonder he was angry.
"Attack, kill him to avenge our master!"
"So it's you, you scoundrel, chop up this bastard!"
Amid Zheng Nan's roaring, those disciples who were not injured howled and rushed toward Ye Feng.
"Just in time!" Seeing this group of bastards charging toward him, Ye Feng roared and charged into the crowd.
