The overwhelming force descended from above, shattering every bone within the Corpse Poison Old Monster’s body, the crisp crackling continued.
Within the Ancient Martial Sect, the Corpse Poison Old Monster, who others feared to hear about, had his shrunken body crash heavily to the ground, plunging into a pit.
Ye Qingfeng floated down gracefully, landing lightly on the grass, then with a wave of his hand, the Leaving Fire swept out.
In an instant, everything related to the Corpse Poison Old Monster and his disciple was incinerated, leaving nothing behind.
Ye Qingfeng sneered dismissively, retracting his palm as the brilliant flames vanished.
He turned around and walked out, paying no attention to the girl beside him.
She was already dumbfounded, frozen in place, with only one thought echoing in her mind.
Ye Qingfeng had already stepped quickly out the door, and it was not until he reached the alley entrance that the girl reacted and hurriedly chased after him.
Walking beside Ye Qingfeng, her curious big eyes sized him up, still a bit incredulous.
She originally intended to help Song Shuyao vent, but who would have thought that the person Song Shuyao liked turned out to be Huaxia Ye Jiujie, someone who could challenge an entire nation’s Martial Arts World alone?
If Ye Qingfeng had directly told her earlier that he was Ye Jiujie, she would have taken it as the biggest joke ever, but just now Ye Qingfeng effortlessly killed the War King, destroyed the Half-step War Emperor, such prowess, among the younger generation in Huaxia, even including the Ancient Martial Sect, who else could it be except Ye Jiujie?
"No wonder Shuyao can’t forget him, my God, this is Ye Jiujie!"
The girl covered her slightly hot face, her heart full of emotions.
Such a man, let alone Song Shuyao, even she, who has seen more than worldly girls, could not help but be moved.
With Ye Jiujie’s appearance, there was no one among the elders who could stop him, and among the younger generation, who could compete?
Yet she didn’t know that Song Shuyao had no idea of Ye Qingfeng’s identity in the Martial Arts World; she purely liked the Ye Qingfeng known as Mr. Ye in Mingzhu City.
"Aren’t you called Ye Qingfeng? Why are you Ye Jiujie?"
After walking for a while, Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at her, and his pace only quickened, she couldn’t help but ask.
Ye Qingfeng glanced at her coldly, indifferent.
The girl was taken aback as Ye Qingfeng had already walked off.
She stomped her foot angrily; in Yanjing University, she was also one of the top beauties, and in less than a month since school started, she had countless pursuers, yet Ye Qingfeng, who was of the same age, treated her like a nobody.
Her big eyes twinkled as she chased after him again.
"Hey, Ye Qingfeng, do you know who I am?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
She rushed in front of Ye Qingfeng, speaking while stepping back.
"I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. Song Shuyao’s matters have little to do with me, stop bothering me!"
Ye Qingfeng maintained the same indifferent expression, the girl puckered her lips, suddenly smiled, and said, "My name is Miao Miaomiao, I’m your classmate, I study at Yanjing University too!"
Upon hearing the name "Miao Miaomiao," Ye Qingfeng glanced over, which thrilled Miao Miaomiao inside.
"Hmph, as a top school beauty, he must have heard of me!"
While she was feeling proud inside, Ye Qingfeng’s next words were like cold water pouring over her.
"Since you’re Miao Miaomiao, tell me the purpose of sneaking into my dorm last night!" Ye Qingfeng stared into her eyes, the coldness gradually seeping out, making her heart shiver.
"I... I noticed you hadn’t appeared for a few days and wanted to help Shuyao confirm if you were in the dorm!"
She was a bit taken aback; Ye Qingfeng wasn’t in the dorm that day, yet Ye Qingfeng knew she had snuck in secretly.
Ye Qingfeng gazed into her pupils, confirming she wasn’t lying, he waved his hand, pulling her aside.
"If you want to play these boring games, it’s none of my business, but don’t bother me!" As he walked past Miao Miaomiao, he said coldly, "You saw the fate of those two guys just now; I, Ye Jiujie, don’t differentiate when it comes to killing!"
Miao Miaomiao looked stunned; Ye Qingfeng was so indifferent to her, the beauty, and even threatened her?
Recalling the formidable sight of Ye Qingfeng killing two men in an instant, she couldn’t help but shudder.
Ye Qingfeng turned his head slightly, stating coldly, "Instead of worrying about others, why not worry about that so-called Lotus Sect!"
With that, his figure flickered and disappeared into the crowd.
"Ah, the Lotus Sect!"
Miao Miaomiao finally came to her senses, worry suddenly rising in her heart.
She had been too absorbed in her curiosity about Ye Qingfeng, almost forgetting the current perilous state of the Lotus Sect.
Clenching her teeth, she quickly vanished down the street.
Atop a towering peak, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist.
At the summit stood a palace, an ancient Oriental classical structure, full of an ancient and rustic charm.
The plaque on the palace’s main gate bore three gilded characters standing out distinctly.
Demon Punishment Palace!
Outside the palace, in the plaza, countless disciples in dark martial attire were diligently practicing, the wind howling.
Several middle-aged men with hands behind their backs strolled around as if supervising the disciples, their gaze stern, faintly emitting Evil Qi.
Inside the palace was a scene of golden splendor, resplendent with light, several carved dragon pillars positioned grandly around.
Atop the grand hall, a beast chair stood prominently, beside which stood a man in a gold robe patterned with pythons, his hands behind him, gazing at a central image in the hall.
It was a Beast King Map, a powerful tiger arrogantly standing on a cliff, beneath which countless beasts bowed their heads, exuding immense might.
He appeared only twenty-six or twenty-seven, extremely youthful, with one red and one blue pupil, appearing very strange.
The hall door suddenly opened, and a grey-robed elder hurried in, saluting the youth with clasped fists.
The youth turned around, his face cold and murderous, causing the grey-robed elder’s pupils to shrink with slight fear.
"Report to the Palace Master, the Five Elders are still in seclusion, it will probably take another half month!"
The elder dared not slack off, hastily replied.
The youth murmured softly, his heart stirring uncontrollably; since assuming control of the Demon Punishment Palace, he aimed to accomplish great feats, and indeed, he was on the path to success; not long ago, he had unexpectedly wiped out one of the Three Great Alliance Sects.
He intended to annihilate the remaining two sects, but their strength surpassed the one he had destroyed, and with their combined forces, alongside their sect’s Inheritance Technique, completing this alone posed significant difficulty.
"Palace Master, if I may be frank, do we really need to wait for the Five Elders, with your current strength, holding the ’Heavy Slaughter’, plus the experts within the palace, wiping out the Lotus Sect and Thunderbolt Sect is not a difficult task!"
The grey-robed elder spoke solemnly.