The Black Snow Bear was immensely strong.
Looking at those incredibly powerful arms.
The bones were all shattered.
The entire arm was limp, like a worm.
Ye Qingfeng laughed lightly.
How great were his strength.
It was equivalent to the strength of an Advanced War Master exploding.
The force was at least over six thousand pounds.
It was no joke to kill an elephant with a punch.
Although the Black Snow Bear was an assassin, and also a martial artist.
But, how could he resist Ye Qingfeng’s six thousand pound punch.
"How terrifying, run quickly!"
The Black Snow Bear felt a great fear within.
The information he received completely underestimated Ye Qingfeng’s strength.
At this moment, his only thought was to escape.
Being an assassin for so many years.
He had never felt such fear, such a sense of crisis.
The Black Snow Bear didn’t hesitate at all; his entire body was like a spring.
He stretched out onto the railing of the second floor and jumped down.
He didn’t care about the arm that had a compound fracture.
His whole thought was to rush out of this bar.
Out of Ye Qingfeng’s line of sight.
He was truly scared, truly terrified.
One punch left him with no ability to resist.
Assassins are also human and feel fear.
They won’t throw their lives away for nothing.
Not every assassin would forsake their life for money.
That’s only for the rare assassin.
"There has never been an assassin who came to kill me and got away."
Ye Qingfeng’s lips curved into a smirk.
He didn’t chase after the Black Snow Bear.
Instead, he gestured with his hand.
The number two bar counter’s drinks.
The liquor flowed together like streams.
Finally, under Ye Qingfeng’s guidance of spiritual power.
Gathering towards his hand.
The streams unified, like a water dragon.
Ye Qingfeng set the liquor on fire.
In an instant, it transformed into a fire dragon.
Just like a War General Strongman, using spiritual power transformation.
The liquor was gathered by Ye Qingfeng into a fire dragon.
Of course, Ye Qingfeng’s current move.
Used some minor spells from the Cultivation World.
With Ye Qingfeng’s spiritual power as the lead, spiritual power for control.
Like a cultivator, capturing wind to form a blade, whispering to create thunder, stepping on fire without burning, entering water without drowning.
Now, Ye Qingfeng was using such magic.
Achieving a form similar to a War General Strongman, though much weaker in power.
However, even so, Ye Qingfeng’s spiritual power was drawn a little over halfway out.
The entire fire dragon vividly manifested in front of everyone.
The whole bar’s patrons had their eyes wide open.
These people had never encountered a War General Strongman.
Much less seen one using spiritual power transformation in battle.
Now, they were witnessing such an extraordinary scene.
Ye Qingfeng was like an immortal.
While at table No.1, Ding Chen, Tan Lang, and others.
Could not utter a word, eyes wide round.
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand.
The whole fire dragon roared, slicing through the air.
Like lightning, it descended upon the rapidly fleeing Black Snow Bear.
He was almost out of the bar.
He had a sense of barely escaping disaster.
That the glance he looked back at.
Would be the last scenery of his life.
The fire dragon touched onto Black Snow Bear.
And exploded like a fireball.
The burning hot flames.
Ignited every inch of the Black Snow Bear’s skin.
The intense flames consumed Black Snow Bear in less than a minute.
Leaving only a mass of black substance falling to the ground.
Marking the existence of Black Snow Bear, ranked 70th on the Assassin Rankings.
Like in hell, where King Yan was judging the little ghosts.
No ghost dared to make a sound.
Everyone’s eyes were on the second floor, on the man standing with hands behind back, with a calm expression.
Those were eyes that scorned the worldly creatures.
"Spiritual power improved while in prison, reluctantly able to be displayed."
Ye Qingfeng murmured softly.
It was also in prison that he cultivated the Divine Grinding to strengthen his spiritual power.
Today, Ye Qingfeng tried his skills on Black Snow Bear.
However, now this technique of transforming water into fire.
Was still at a basic level.
Ye Qingfeng still needed external help.
Just now, he also ignited the alcohol in the liquor.
Turning it into a fire dragon.
If the cultivation level of the Immortal Venerable from his previous life were present.
He could turn the entire Jiangnan City into a grand array, conjuring a raging dragon of wind, fire, and thunder in an instant.
Merely, however, this move by Ye Qingfeng.
In the eyes of the crowd, was miraculous, like an immortal’s descent from the heavens.
"Impossible, how could it be, spiritual power transformation, a War General Strongman, Jiangnan City can’t have such a young War General Strongman."
Tan Lang looked as if his face had lost all color.
Stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Only his throat moved.
Besides the five great masters guarding Jiangnan City, who are War General Martial Artists.
Jiangnan City might have hidden War General Strongmen.
But not as young as Ye Qingfeng.
"It’s not exactly a spiritual power transformation, the power is much less, but at least it’s a War Master Strongman."
Ding Chen said bitterly.
He was the top young master of Mingzhu City.
His experience was naturally not something normal people could compare to.
It could make this young master feel alarmed.
That liquor transformed into a fire dragon.
Definitely had the power to annihilate an Intermediate War Master martial artist.
How terrifying was that?
"Your eyesight is quite discerning, how about checking for me again?"
Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.
With hands behind his back.
He strolled leisurely towards the number one table.
Meanwhile, the fight between Ye Qingfeng and Black Snow Bear only lasted a few minutes.
The people at the number one table still maintained their previous posture.
And the most eye-catching.
Was the manager of the Charming Bar, Zhan Xing.
He was just about to attack Ye Qingfeng with a wine bottle.
"Holding the bottle, what were you planning to do?"
Ye Qingfeng walked to Zhan Xing.
As if there was no trace of anger.
However, these words fell into Zhan Xing’s ears.
Like the cold ice of the Nine Netherworlds.
Making his entire spine tremble.
Zhan Xing didn’t utter a word.
He swung the bottle in his hand fiercely at his own head.
The bottle shattered.
Blood trickled from Zhan Xing’s head to the floor.
"Boss, sir, divine one, I, Zhan Xing, have dog eyes and a beast’s mouth, shouldn’t have spoken disrespectfully to you."
"I beg you, spare me, don’t dirty your hands, I’m just trash, a dead dog, scum."
Ye Qingfeng hadn’t said a word.
Zhan Xing suddenly knelt to the ground with a snap.
Banging his head repeatedly.