Without forty years of arduous cultivation, which genius dares to claim they can guarantee entry into the War King Realm?
This young man in his early twenties has already reached the War King Realm?
Could he be a genius from so mysterious Ancient Martial World of the Huaxia Continent?
"You’re too weak, and you talk too much. Just co and face death." Ye Qingfeng said casually.
"Your talent is indeed strong, I am ashad compared to you, but you’re too arrogant. The power I’ve cultivated for sixty years is not sothing you can match."
Pan Longjiang’s gaze was heavy as he called out solemnly.
"Drizzle Palm, the second style!"
The spiritual power within Pan Longjiang gathered once more, and the aura around him grew more violent. It seed as if cyclones ford around him, spinning rapidly, getting faster and faster.
This was Gang Wind, if touched by an ordinary person, even if they survived, they would still lose a layer of skin.
Standing on Qingxun Mountain, the crowd also felt a violent gale coming, imdiately exclaiming in astonishnt at Mr. Pan’s closed-door practice for five years, his strength had indeed advanced significantly.
"My Drizzle Palm has a total of ten styles. The spiritual power continuously gathers, and each palm strike is more powerful than the last. Five years ago, in that battle with Ge Min, I had mastered seven styles and was narrowly defeated by Ge Min."
"Now, I have mastered nine styles. Just now, that was only the first style!"
"Now, die for !"
Pan Longjiang attacked again, this strike carrying a violent Gang Wind, as if to crush everything, the surrounding air emitted roaring sounds, echoing through the canyon.
At this mont, Liu Feiyan and Du Tianyang finally climbed up to Qingxun Mountain. By now, they were already in tattered clothes, full of leaves and mud, looking very peculiar.
However, the crowd had no mind to pay attention to the two, all were fully focused on Mr. Pan’s violent attack, the young man also had so skills, and everyone anticipated a peak duel.
It really is Ye Qingfeng!
Liu Feiyan imdiately saw Ye Qingfeng, still looking so delicate, that unique temperant caught her attention imdiately.
At this mont, she saw Pan Longjiang making a forceful move, the violent palm strike, the roaring winds, the rapidly spinning Gang Wind, made Liu Feiyan’s heart tighten instantly.
"No!"
Liu Feiyan blurted out, shocked speechless.
At the sa ti, on the opposite mountain peak, Du Bingxin and Su Yingxin were also standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the battle between the two.
"Su Yingxin, who do you hope will win?" Du Bingxin suddenly spoke.
"It’s not up to my hopes to decide, it depends on their strength!" Su Yingxin’s expression was sowhat indifferent. Last night’s humiliation was still vivid in her mind.
She, a dignified little princess of the Su Family, offered herself to seduce Ye Qingfeng, only to have her pressure points hit, actually wetting herself naked before him.
This was an imnse humiliation.
Thinking of that scene, Su Yingxin’s heart trembled violently, feeling a strange sensation.
"Is that so? Shouldn’t you be hoping for Pan Longjiang to win? If Ye Qingfeng wins, he’s going to settle accounts with your Su Family." Du Bingxin suddenly chuckled.
By this ti, Pan Longjiang’s Drizzle Palm had already reached Ye Qingfeng.
The Gang Wind hit, Ye Qingfeng’s clothes fluttering, this violent Gang Wind was enough to tear a person apart.
"Haha, this is only the second style, kid, today, you are dood to die!" Pan Longjiang cried out coldly.
"Idiot!"
At this mont, Ye Qingfeng suddenly struck, reaching out with one hand, directly bypassing Pan Longjiang’s palm, grabbing Pan Longjiang’s wrist.
"What!"
Pan Longjiang imdiately widened his eyes, gasping in shock.
"Drizzle Palm! It’s as soft and weak as a woman..."
Ye Qingfeng grabbed Pan Longjiang’s wrist and with force, hurled him towards the opposite Qingxun Mountain, with a "boom" sound, Pan Longjiang’s body slamd into the mountain wall.
"Nine styles? Go to hell."
Ye Qingfeng also sprang from the rope, punching Pan Longjiang’s body again, almost embedding him entirely into the mountain wall.
Their bodies kept falling, yet Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained calm, punching Pan Longjiang repeatedly.
"Hiss—"
The crowd was stunned, Pan Longjiang was defeated just like that, and still got such a beating. Wasn’t this supposed to be a duel of kings?
How did it turn into a scene of a father disciplining his son?
Soone ran to the edge of the cliff, seeing both their bodies falling down, gone from sight.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
Liu Feiyan shouted, also quickly rushing to the cliff’s edge, but could no longer see Ye Qingfeng. Her heart trembled, did Ye Qingfeng really die just like that?
"Did they perish together?" Soone mumbled with dry lips, asking hesitantly.
"Seems. It seems so. This is a bottomless cliff, even if they are Martial Artists, falling down is almost certain death."
Su Yunhe’s expression changed repeatedly. When he saw Pan Longjiang being struck away, his heart was almost dead, but he didn’t expect that Ye Qingfeng would be so impulsive, falling down as well to kill Pan Longjiang.
"Ye Qingfeng fell too?" Du Bingxin suddenly lay on the mountain, crying out, "It’s over, if he dies, what will my grandfather do?"
"Don’t worry, he won’t die that easily." Su Yingxin spoke with complete calmness.
"Hmm?" Du Bingxin suddenly raised her head, a hint of hope igniting in her eyes.
Su Yingxin sighed slightly, speaking softly: "Last ti, I also witnessed him falling off a cliff, so I thought he was bound to die, and didn’t pay attention to the two billion dical expenses, but in reality—"
Su Yingxin didn’t need to say more, Du Bingxin already understood, realizing it was like that, a spark of hope ignited in her heart.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness—" Su Yunhe sighed slightly, feeling very fortunate.
"Su Yunhe, fortunately, that Ye Qingfeng fell too this ti, otherwise your Su Family would be finished." Soone also laughed.
"It’s a pity, it’s just that Mr. Pan fell too." Soone lanted.
"What is the origin of this Ye Qingfeng, how could he be so terrifying, Mr. Pan was completely helpless before him?" Soone exclaid.
"Indeed, what a pity, definitely an unparalleled genius, if not for falling off the cliff, his future achievents would be limitless!"
"Humph, why pity, soone so violent, the stronger he gets, the greater the threat to society, he’ll only grow into a Great Demon!"
As this was said, everyone nodded, in truth, wealthy people are least fond of Martial Artists.
Originally with their wealth, they already stood above ordinary people and could act without restraint. However, the existence of Martial Artists forced them to be cautious.
They naturally feel very displeased, especially with a violent and bloody Great Demon like Ye Qingfeng, who knows if they could be the next Su Family.
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