It should be known that the Earth Saints of the God Slaying Hall are all experts at the Peak War King Level, and any one of them is enough to crush him.
Moreover, Ye Jiujie is not just incredibly powerful; he is also wildly arrogant, disregarding any status or rank. He kills without hesitation; such a terrifying existence must be feared even by a great general of Huaxia.
"Yan Wudao, no need for unnecessary words, make your move and let me see how many of your Fiery Flames Throat Locking Thirteen Strokes can endure against me!"
Ye Qingfeng’s voice was indifferent, and the look in his eyes toward Yan Wudao was as if he were looking at an ant.
Yan Wudao could only smile bitterly. He had dominated the Huaxia Martial Arts World for over a decade; when had anyone ever looked down upon his signature technique?
Yet now he had to fight just to let someone see how many moves he could withstand from Ye Qingfeng, an immense humiliation, but he found himself helpless!
"Fine, I also want to see the gap between myself and the Invincible War God, renowned throughout the world!"
Yan Wudao nodded slightly, his eyes intensely focused. The powerful Spiritual Power had already surged around him as Ye Miao and Jian Jiaojiao, two Junior War King experts, repeatedly backed away, shielding everyone in the banquet hall behind them.
Fortunately, the banquet hall was exceedingly spacious and large, with everyone watching from afar this impending earth-shattering showdown, although they knew that it was likely to be a one-sided crushing.
Yan Wudao shouted explosively, muscles bulging in his arm, his Mixed Element Infinite Skill wildly circulating, carrying Yin Yang Qi. His arm was filled with strong Spiritual Energy, guiding the spear and quickly striking out.
In a second, he shot thirteen strokes.
Tongues of fire exploded in the air, a strong detonative sound reverberating throughout, with the floor already shattered into countless pieces.
Thirteen terrifying tongues of fire tore through the air, leaving thirteen bright-red streaks. Each tongue of fire targeted a vital point on Ye Qingfeng, fierce and vicious, extremely tricky.
"This is the Fiery Flames Throat Locking Thirteen Strokes!"
Ye Miao’s eyes showed immense solemnity, facing any of those thirteen Spiritual Power strokes would lead only to death on the spot. Google seaʀᴄh Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
Yan Wudao’s reputation as he shook Huaxia was indeed no false name.
Everyone wanted to see how the domineering Ye Jiujie would defend against it, but Ye Qingfeng, at the center of the storm of attacks, didn’t make a single move.
In the blink of an eye, those thirteen fire tongue-like spear strikes all landed on his vital points.
Ouyang Liluo screamed, for the first time frightened into a scream in her eighteen years of life.
But the next moment, her terrified expression froze suddenly, and countless pairs of eyes widened, chills reaching the soles of their feet.
The sound of metal hitting metal echoed; the thirteen powerful strikes hit Ye Qingfeng, but it was like hitting incredibly tough Xuan Iron from beyond the heavens, producing a clear ringing sound. Yet Ye Qingfeng didn’t budge in the slightest. As the thirteen fire tongue-like spear maneuvers touched his body, he emitted a silvery glow from within, and the fire tongues quickly dissipated, the storm in the banquet hall ceased, with no offensive remains.
Yan Wudao was extremely shocked, his palms trembling violently, yet he had no courage to launch a second round of attacks.
Despite attacking with all his strength, the Fiery Flames Throat Locking Thirteen Strokes were explosively powerful, with terrifying penetration power that could pierce through an armored vehicle in an instant. But striking on Ye Qingfeng’s body caused no damage at all, this couldn’t be called human; it was a complete primeval monster.
Such powerful physical strength?
Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained calm. He reached out and lightly patted the front of his clothes, laughing softly: "Fiery Flames Throat Locking Thirteen Strokes? It seems it’s just a name that’s loud!"
"Without being able to break through my physical body, what do you have to fight me?"
He pointed at Yan Wudao, indifferently saying: "You, Yan Wudao, take the nation’s affairs as your duty, and for that I hold some admiration for you, so I won’t hurt you!"
"Really, if we were to fight now, you wouldn’t be able to take even one punch from me!"
Sighs filled with chills resounded across the area, previously considering such arrogant words to be jokes, madness. But now, with so many present, not a single one did not believe it.
Yan Wudao staggered, stepped back two steps, considering himself a martial arts prodigy, yet who would have thought that a heaven-defying Ye Jiujie would appear now?
"The Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie, indeed an unmatched prodigy!"
His words were soft, signifying his complete surrender.
Ye Qingfeng no longer paid attention to Yan Wudao, walking slowly toward Ouyang Liluo, stroking her silky, jet-black hair with a gentle smile, a stark contrast from his previous indifferent coldness.
"Little Ouyang, I said I would dominate an era, a matchless prodigy; do you believe me now?"
Ouyang Liluo’s heart was already overwhelmed with immense excitement, the man she fancied turned out to be the Tyrant of the World, the unchallenged Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie, a peerless undefeatable powerhouse.
This left her mesmerized, as if in a dream.
Ye Qingfeng pinched her soft, springy cheek, then turned to directly face Jian Jiaojiao, immediately causing her body to shiver, retreating few steps, heart full of fear.
"Jian Jiaojiao, I know that in your heart, you’ve always thought that your son is the greatest genius in the world!"
He laughed mockingly, pointing to Wei Wuming, lightly shaking his finger.
"Unfortunately, he’s not!"
"Back then you couldn’t compete with my Aunt Liu, and now your son cannot compare with her nephew. In front of me, the so-called ’Crown Prince’ of Yanjing, the first genius Wei Wuming of Yanjing, is just a waste who can be crushed with a flick of a finger!"
"For all these years, you often sent people against Aunt Liu, against the Ye Family. Uncle Gang and Aunt Liu have tolerated you out of past affection, never truly breaking off with you, that’s magnanimity on their part!"
"But my temper as Ye Jiujie has always been bad. If I find out again, not only will I behead you, but I’ll also bring down the Jian Family and Wei Family together. In my eyes, what are affluent families and century-old clans but something that can be wiped with a palm!"
The hearts of everyone were struck with immense shock, while Jian Jiaojiao was both shocked and angry yet dared not utter a word.
Looking across Huaxia, only this heaven-defying arrogant youth would dare to speak of annihilating family clans with a single word. Facing Ye Qingfeng’s cold and icy eyes, Jian Jiaojiao felt a thorough fear for the first time.
Ye Qingfeng walked to the center of the plaza and pulled Ye Lei and Ye Shan from the group of geniuses.
"Brother Lei, Brother Shan, this so-called Yanjing Training Camp, don’t pay too much attention to it; if you want to enhance your cultivation, having me is sufficient!"
Ye Lei and Ye Shan were utterly amazed, but they didn’t doubt Ye Qingfeng’s words for even a fraction.
Ye Qingfeng’s cold eyes swept over Han Qingqiu, Wei Wuming, Jiang Qianjue, and other top genius figures renowned in Yanjing, sneering slightly.
"Yanjing’s top geniuses, the outstanding youth of Huaxia? How utterly ridiculous!"
"Even if Yan Wudao were to bring you all into the realm of War Kings, what would it matter? Facing a true master, how many moves could you possibly withstand?"