Mo Xiao unleashed a punch with all his might, and only the sorrowful roar of the dragon was heard. That dragon shadow was crushed by a golden fist imprint, shattering and dissipating in the air without even lasting ten seconds.
A figure broke through the fist imprint, clad in white, it was Ye Qingfeng.
Mo Xiao was momentarily stunned. Ye Qingfeng flipped in the void, a powerful leg wind slicing down from above.
Mo Xiao crossed his arms overhead, blocking the sweeping long leg of Ye Qingfeng. With a muffled sound, Mo Xiao could not withstand the surging force, his arms snapped, and he fell from the air.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t pause in the slightest, delivering a palm strike as Mo Xiao plummeted.
A giant flaming hand descended from the sky, enveloping Mo Xiao completely, pressing him heavily into the ground, with the flames burning incessantly. A War Emperor perished just like that.
Chachai’s heart and courage were utterly stolen by Ye Qingfeng. Now seeing a War Emperor fall, how could he dare to stay? He transformed into a stream of light, attempting to flee.
In the moment he tried to escape, a low growl was heard, and a breeze brushed past his chest.
Startled, he looked down, seeing claw marks slowly appearing on his calf, stomach, and chest.
He roared to the sky, filled with unwillingness and fear. Having ascended to the War Emperor Realm, he thought the true path of power was about to open for him. Who would have thought today, he would fall as an empty illusion.
His body shattered, sending a chill through countless onlookers, disciples of the Divine Fist Sect felt their beliefs collapse.
The sect master they revered as a deity was killed just like that? Moreover, dismembered by a single claw?
Without any hesitation, without any pause, the moment Chachai prepared to escape, Fu Shishen had already retreated promptly.
He knew today’s situation was beyond salvage, no longer held any opportunity to contend with Ye Qingfeng, and from today onwards, the God Slaying Hall would be left with him alone, all experts vanquished.
"Last one, still want to run?"
Ye Qingfeng raised his eyes slightly, Fu Shishen had already rushed out several hundred zhang away.
"Thousand Leaf Devouring Wave!"
The sound of shattering space echoed, Ye Qingfeng stood unmoving, yet a finger pointed forth.
Nearby spiritual power gathered into leaves, like entering an ancient forest, dry leaves fell one by one.
"How is this possible? You haven’t reached the War Emperor Realm, yet you can mobilize the power of heaven and earth."
Fu Shishen was terrified, his pupils dilated.
"The God Slaying Hall may have some means, but alas, you shouldn’t have provoked me!"
Ye Qingfeng shook his head gently, seemingly lamenting for the God Slaying Hall.
With a soft sound, sword light pierced Fu Shishen’s forehead, this sword was both swift and fast, containing an indescribable power of heaven and earth.
Fu Shishen barely reacted, no matter how strong his physical body, how profound his spiritual power, even with the mobilized power of heaven and earth, he was directly pierced through the brow by a leaf.
An empty hole appeared on his forehead, yet his expression did not change, instead, it bore a slight smile.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze slightly tightened, the empty hole in Fu Shishen’s forehead had no blood flowing out, instead, it was utterly vacant, seeing the mountains behind him through the front, as if under Ye Qingfeng’s finger, the center of his brow turned transparent.
"Haha, Ye Jiujie, I admit your battle prowess is unparalleled, but to kill me, you still can’t do it!"
The hole in his brow slowly healed, Fu Shishen laughed crazily, leaping back, his figure becoming ethereal, seemingly dissipating like the wind.
"A wind-elemental superpower user?"
Ye Qingfeng murmured softly, with a trace of surprise.
Fu Shishen turned out to be a superpower user too, and a particularly eerie wind element one at that.
Fu Shishen’s figure dispersed into the air, drifted with the wind, flowed with the wind, formless and shapeless, one couldn’t tell where he was.
"Ye Jiujie, one day, I will take revenge on you, the shame of today, I, Fu Shishen, will remember!"
This bizarre scene left countless people dumbfounded, their hearts chilled, only Fu Shishen’s hatred-filled voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
Ye Qingfeng stood stationary in the sky, suddenly his eyes opened sharply, a confident smile already gracing the corners of his mouth.
"Fu Shishen, no one can escape from my hands. Not even you!"
The next moment, flames emerged on Ye Qingfeng’s palms, radiant flames interlinking layer by layer, forming a magnificent and mysterious long flaming whip.
Ye Qingfeng swung with one hand, the long flaming whip extending a hundred zhang in length, sweeping across the void. In an instant, a gale arose, a flame storm vortex appeared in the sky.
A cry of despair echoed from the void, countless fragmented wind streams were drawn into the flame storm vortex, gradually condensing into Fu Shishen’s form.
Panic was written all over his face, a look like he had seen a ghost.
As is well known, to deal with elemental superpower users who could elementalize their bodies, one either had to be another elemental superpower user or rely on special Xuan power.
But Xuan power has its drawbacks, that is, it’s extremely difficult to handle wind elemental superpower users who could dissolve into countless wind flows, as he disperses into the winds of heaven and earth, his body can also be split into countless parts, so injuring him is already as hard as ascending to the sky, let alone killing him.
Ye Qingfeng had previously slain the Flame Goddess Tina, Fu Shishen thought Ye Qingfeng had used Xuan power, but now facing the situation, it was not Xuan power, but the power of heaven and earth. Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
The all-encompassing flame storm vortex, with a mighty pulling power, swept all the wind within several hundred zhang into the center of the flame storm. Even if he turned into wind to try to escape in all directions, he was drawn back in, unable to break free.
Surrounded by searing and terrifying radiant flames, constantly contracting, he found his limbs and body starting to melt.
"Ye Jiujie, spare my life, after today, I will be your servant, serving you loyally, never daring to have a second thought!"
Fu Shishen’s desperate wails came from the flame storm, at this moment, he had no dignity left, only wanting to cling to life and survive.
"Sorry, I don’t need such worthless servants!"
Ye Qingfeng pressed his palms together, the flame storm abruptly closing in like a fiery cage, utterly annihilating Fu Shishen, with no sound of wailing heard any longer.
Then, he clenched his fingers, the flame storm dissipated, leaving the night sky serene, as if nothing had ever happened, only the scorched landscape below telling the world a fierce battle had raged here.
In the sky, Ye Qingfeng stood aloof, lightly clenching his hand, looking up at the moon, his expression turned tranquil, the Void Tripod Spiritual Power within him surging madly once more.
The whole scene was shocking, reverent, fearful, and stunned gazes swept the sky, gathering on that tall and erect figure.