The five elders of the Demon Punishment Palace were dumbfounded. Fang Li, wielding the Heavy Slaughter, had struck down with force, but in the head-on clash, he was sent flying with a punch by Ye Qingfeng?
Fang Li’s feet stepped into the void, leaving a deep trail of a hundred zhang, his eyes filled with terror.
A drop of blood slid from his palm, and the webs between his thumbs and fingers had already been torn by the powerful blow just now.
"Ye Jiujie, what exactly is his strength?"
The frenzy and murderous intent on Fang Li’s face had long disappeared, only a look of inexplicable fear remained.
He had already summoned the Divine Weapon Heavy Slaughter, yet under Ye Qingfeng’s attack, he still felt so powerless, unable even to break through Ye Qingfeng’s defense.
"Monster, this is definitely a monster!"
Fang Li, along with the experts who had previously fought Ye Qingfeng, all came to the same conclusion, and the fear in their hearts grew more intense.
"Is this the only level of the genius from the Demon Punishment Palace?"
Ye Qingfeng gently shook his head, his face indifferent: "I have to say, it’s such a disappointment!"
He inserted one hand in his pocket, the fingers of his right hand came together, and he spoke with a calm voice.
"Your luck isn’t too bad!"
"To die by my hand, you can feel immensely fortunate!"
Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent voice echoed in the air, causing shock among the crowd below.
Earlier, Fang Li had struck Ye Qingfeng back with one slash, and almost everyone believed that Fang Li had the upper hand. But in an instant, even wielding the Heavy Slaughter, Fang Li was punched into the air by Ye Qingfeng, and it was a hard hit against the sharp blade of the Heavy Slaughter!
The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie was actually strong to the extent that he could ignore the Divine Weapon’s sharp blade?
While everyone was in shock, Ye Qingfeng’s figure had already disappeared.
The next moment, a figure appeared in front of Fang Li, golden light flashed on his fist again, and it smashed fiercely.
Fang Li’s pupils widened, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
The aura of death came rushing at him, and he almost instantly reacted, placing the Heavy Slaughter across his chest, while his Body Spiritual Power surged, pouring all of it into the blade of the Heavy Slaughter, just to block Ye Qingfeng’s destructive punch.
The sound of metal resonated again as Ye Qingfeng’s fist struck the broad blade side of the Heavy Slaughter.
"A broken blade trying to block me?"
He remained utterly indifferent, his fist brimming with Spiritual Power, and the golden light grew ever stronger.
With a low snort, Ye Qingfeng’s fist suddenly bent the previously indomitable Heavy Slaughter blade slightly, destroying all the Spiritual Power Fang Li had infused into it.
At the same time, an unstoppable fist power penetrated through the Heavy Slaughter’s blade, striking Fang Li’s chest.
Blood sprayed out, splattering across the sky.
Fang Li’s face was filled with horror, blood continuing to foam from his mouth.
He held the Heavy Slaughter, descending from the sky, his aura instantly withered.
The five elders of the Demon Punishment Palace were terrified to the extreme, simultaneously flying up to catch Fang Li, while the rest of the Demon Punishment Palace’s members wore expressions of utter despair.
The people from Thunderbolt Sect and Lotus Sect were first stunned, then overwhelmed with joy. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Countless eyes gathered on Ye Qingfeng, this young man’s power truly stunned the entire scene.
Fang Li had already summoned the supreme killer weapon of the Demon Punishment Palace, the Heavy Slaughter, yet was still easily defeated by Ye Qingfeng. Ye Qingfeng’s stunning punch was deeply etched in everyone’s minds.
Ye Qingfeng, having heavily wounded Fang Li with a punch, did not pause, his figure expanding as he shot down from mid-air again.
His speed was so fast and fierce that the five elders hadn’t even reacted before Ye Qingfeng approached.
"Killing one by one is too troublesome, report together to the Underworld!"
Ye Qingfeng spoke indifferently, his fist launching out again.
With this punch, the power of heaven and earth surged forth, and Fang Li along with the five elders, only felt surrounded by violent fist power, unable to escape, trapped within the storm’s fury.
This punch from Ye Qingfeng was intended to eliminate them all in one strike.
Just at the moment Ye Qingfeng’s punch landed, a sudden change occurred.
A long, resonant hum burst forth from the Heavy Slaughter in Fang Li’s hand, echoing around.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze focused, and he saw a stream of black air shooting from the Heavy Slaughter, striking his fist at a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.
The sudden change caught everyone off guard.
The black air, weaving its way through, caused a muffled sound as Ye Qingfeng retreated ten zhangs, a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
The black air, mingling with Ye Qingfeng’s fist power, dispersed significantly but remained solid and profound, lingering in mid-air.
The black air lightly swirled, and then, amidst numerous astonished gazes, it slowly condensed into a human figure.
The person wore all white, appearing to be about forty to fifty years old, with a handsome face tinged with wickedness, hands folded behind, exuding a carefree demeanor like a sovereign of heaven and earth.
This sudden appearance of the man left countless people astonished, not knowing who this sacred figure was.
Qiao Lianxiang, however, trembled slightly, a trace of indelible fear welling up in her heart.
That face, that expression, she would never forget.
Decades ago, she was still a little girl, following beside her master.
Her master was, of course, the former Sect Master of the Lotus Sect, back then, it was the time of the war between the Three Great Alliance Sects and the Demon Punishment Palace. Though the Three Great Sects had the upper hand, her master was killed in the final battle, perishing on the spot.
The one who killed her master, whom she thought was dead, appeared vividly in the sky again.
The Thunderbolt Sect’s Bo Yuanzi and several other highly experienced elders, their expressions drastically changed, their eyes filled with absurdity and fear, while Dao Xuzi couldn’t help but shout out.
"Xing Mozi? How is this possible? You’re not dead?"
The white-clad man in the sky, hands behind his back, smiled slightly and said in a calm voice: "Dao Xuzi, it’s been decades, your cultivation progress is not bad!"
His voice was magnetic, unhurried, making listeners feel at ease, but Dao Xuzi, Bo Yuanzi, and the others displayed faces filled with fear and disbelief.
Back then, when the Three Great Sects joined forces to war with the Demon Punishment Palace, the old sect masters of the Three Great Sects gave their all, leading to mutual destruction with the Demon Punishment Palace’s founder Xing Mozi. They witnessed the entire battle firsthand.
It was because of this that the Three Great Sects managed to secure victory and establish a treaty with the Demon Punishment Palace, yet the Xing Mozi, who was supposedly slain and crushed to powder by the old sect masters of the Three Sects, now appeared blatantly before them, leaving them in terror.
Among those present, the elder sect masters, except for Qiao Lianxiang, the others were all old monsters of over a hundred years, but compared to Xing Mozi, they were still mere juniors. The god of kill presence of Xing Mozi back then left a profound memory, a fear etched deep in their hearts that could never be erased.
In their minds, Xing Mozi was an incredibly evil great demon, invincible.