Zhuge Feng took a deep breath, looking coldly at the middle-aged man before him, Ye Zhiqiu.
"Hmph! What are the Ye Family and the Hidden World Village to me? They imprisoned me beneath the mountain for twenty long years! Twenty years! I will reclaim everything they owe me, piece by piece. I won't spare a single one of the five great families!" Ye Zhiqiu roared, his voice soaring to the heavens and echoing relentlessly above the Hidden World Village.
Ye Zhiqiu's pale hand swept out, a powerful suction force emanating from his body. The disciple closest to him was instantly drawn in by the force of his palm. Before the disbelieving eyes of the crowd, the disciple's Spiritual Energy was drained away bit by bit, until he collapsed weakly to the ground. He twitched a few times, then lay still. A touch of color gradually returned to Ye Zhiqiu's once-pale complexion.
