He drew out his longsword, conjuring dozens of sword flowers before him, firmly guarding himself.
Engaged in battles large and small over a hundred times, this was the first time he assumed a defensive stance from the outset.
A forceful gust pierced through the air, directly sweeping through all the sword flowers and collided with his longsword.
The crowd was utterly terrified, witnessing a scene that would be etched in their memories forever.
That formidable Martial Artist, the Intermediate War King Zhu Zhusword, spewed blood wildly as he was slammed heavily into the wall, even penetrating through it.
The fine steel longsword in his hand shattered into countless pieces, scattering to the ground with a crisp, low hum.
No one present could remain calm, expressions of shock, awe, and fear filled the room. Even Yan Wudao, who stood aloof from the affair, had his gaze frozen with disbelief.
"Such garbage, yet acts all mysterious in front of me. If it weren’t for you holding back against my uncle earlier, you’d already be reporting to the underworld!"
Ye Qingfeng shook his head slightly, his tone full of mockery and disdain.
His Sword Dao Realm was already nearing Dao Essence.
How could Zhu Zhusword compare?
Ye Miao, Ye Lei, Ye Shan, Ouyang Liluo and others who were familiar with Ye Qingfeng stood dumbfounded, still doubting the reality of what happened, thinking it was their imagination.
Han Qingqiu rubbed her eyes, unable to believe this was the frivolous brat who once spied on her bathing.
Wei Wuming trembled all over, an indescribable sense of defeat overwhelmed him, leaving him dazed and confused.
Qiu Ying’s mind went dizzy, finding it hard to accept the reality before her.
Jian Jiaojiao’s enchanting big eyes froze, her chest heaving violently, unable to utter a word.
Ye Qingfeng crushed Zhu Zhusword with a single finger, then turned and looked indifferently at Yan Wudao.
"Since I’ve already intervened today, if I’m to trample, I’ll make it thorough!"
"I heard your Fiery Flames Throat Locking Thirteen Strokes is fierce and domineering, you even defeated Long Yuntian back then? Considering you as a strong warrior of Huaxia, I’ll let you strike first!"
Ye Qingfeng stood with hands behind his back, and in an instant, his aura became extremely ferocious, sweeping across the party scene, leaving countless people terrified, no longer dismissing Ye Qingfeng’s previous bravado as a joke.
Defeating Zhu Zhusword with one finger, perhaps even Yan Wudao might not have such capability?
Ye Yan, once unparalleled in elegance, wasn’t his son a mere frivolous wastrel?
Since when did he become so otherworldly terrifying?
As the whole room was in shock and panic, Yan Wudao’s voice suddenly solidified, speaking heavilily. Follow current novels on NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt
"Ye Jiujie, are you really Ye Jiujie?"
The rest were still clueless, but only Yan Wudao had his eyes wide open, filled with grave apprehension.
To defeat Zhu Zhusword with a single finger, so arrogant and defiant, even he could be disregarded, and still only a youth.
Throughout all of Huaxia, there’s only one person with such abilities.
That is the one who dominates the world, ranks first on the Huaxia Hidden Dragon List, and renowned on the War God List as the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie.
Yan Wudao’s words left everyone present dumbfounded.
They had yet to fully grasp it.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly lifted, and he said playfully, "No wonder you’re a strong warrior of Huaxia, quick reaction!"
In the next moment, he continued, "Your son is only ranked third on the Huaxia Hidden Dragon List, you’re not much stronger than your son, teach me, what qualifications do you have?"
Yan Wudao’s pupils contracted sharply, unable to muster a word in rebuttal, the scene instantly fell silent.
It was a while before a voice softly murmured, then an uproar ensued.
"Ye Jiujie? Ye Yan’s son, Ye Gang’s nephew, the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie?"
All eyes were fixed on Ye Qingfeng, filled with terror, dread, and astonishment. Even gathering all the words to describe shock in the world wasn’t enough to capture their emotions at that moment.
The son of Ye Yan, the rumored frivolous wastrel without talent.
Though seldom appearing in public, and even sent off to live out of province due to Ye Gang’s conflicts with Jian Jiaojiao, his name as a wastrel was well-known among the noble families of Yanjing.
Everyone thought Ye Yan was a hero in decline, having a nephew who knows nothing, accompanying their sighs with a hint of schadenfreude.
After all, if a hero’s son remains a hero, it instills fear and jealousy in too many.
The leader among the third generation of the Ye Family, everyone thought Ye Lei and Ye Shan stood supreme.
But now, Ye Qingfeng, known only for being a wastrel, suddenly soared to the heavens, not just surpassing others but standing even higher, causing Yan Wudao, the famous general of Yanjing, to fear him deeply.
The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, turns out to be the son of Ye Yan, the nephew of Ye Gang?
Wei Wuming’s eyes were wide open, completely in mental disarray.
The "Crown Prince" of Yanjing, the most outstanding genius in Wei Family history, the son of Evil Empress Fu, the future helm of the Wei Family, founder of the Black Tiger Association.
These titles, each one grand, were enough for him to lord over his peers, making him a focal point among Yanjing and even Huaxia’s younger generation, filling him with confidence and a wild dream of dominating Yanjing.
But these grand-sounding titles, when compared to the name "Ye Jiujie," paled into insignificance.
"The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, who reigns supreme, slain Long Yuntian, slaughtered the Zongheng Two Elders, obliterated the Six Brothers? It’s really him?"
Han Qingqiu’s stunning eyes fluctuated intensely, her delicate mouth gently whispered.
"Ye Qingfeng, Ye Jiujie?"
None were more shocked and terrified than Qiu Ying.
Her delicate frame trembled violently, her eyes filled with disbelief, the ominous foreboding in her heart had indeed come true.
"I should have known, the one by West Lake was certainly the world-dominating Ye Jiujie!"
She inwardly screamed, never in her life had she felt such overwhelming remorse as she did today.
Her head spun, and if not for Han Qingqiu supporting her, she might have collapsed on the spot.
Jiang Qianjue opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for words, unable to utter a single phrase.
Ye Lei and Ye Shan looked baffled, while Ye Miao stood frozen in place, and Ouyang Liluo’s wide eyes were fixed on Ye Qingfeng, filled with rolling shock.
Yan Wudao swallowed hard, and despite having never feared or retreated from an enemy before, now felt a surge of apprehension and even a trace of fear.
The terror of Ye Jiujie might be known to others only superficially, but he deeply understood, being a member of the International Martial Artists Network himself.
A pinnacle force like the God Slaying Hall with the Six Brothers as their Six Great Venerable, even if all six attacked at once, he could only choose to retreat, turning to flee, unable to confront them.
Yet these six were slaughtered by Ye Jiujie alone, utterly and completely, even one of the Four Great Earth Saints of the God Slaying Hall, Zi Yue, was heavily injured by a single blow from Ye Jiujie.
What kind of terrifying power is this?