His body was pierced by Ye Qingfeng’s claw, splitting it into six parts. The claw was so swift and fierce that even in the mont his flesh was torn, a trace of vitality remained within him, allowing him to still speak.
"Even if you haven’t entered the High-level War King Realm, I’m afraid you’re no different from one!"
Cold Smiling Buddha stared at the setting sun in the west, the bitterness at the corner of his mouth growing ever deeper.
He thought he could obtain the Chiyou Sword and find a thod of cultivation to once again strive for the War Emperor Realm he had dread of, but halfway through, Ye Jiujie appeared, shattering his dreams completely.
"Crash!"
In an instant, Cold Smiling Buddha’s skinny body split into six parts, and was once again shattered by the residual claw power of Ye Qingfeng, turning into fragnts and scattering in the air.
The entire venue was silent. You could probably hear a needle drop on the grass.
Whether it was Qian Liuzhi, Tie Wuqing, or the Yin Yang Dual Swords and other Junior War Kings, or the rising Huaxia Martial Arts World talents like Tie Zixi, they were all shocked beyond words.
Once arrogant and invincible, Cold Smiling Buddha, who had dominated forty years ago, fell under Ye Qingfeng’s single claw, forever becoming history, without leaving a trace of his corpse.
When the two fought, they’d expected a winner and a loser, but never imagined one side would lose so utterly, especially the losing side, who was an old master, once even teaching Long Yuntian.
In the field, only the solitary and extraordinary young figure stood tall, as if even heaven and earth must submit to him, all things revered him.
"Is this... the Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie?"
Tie Zixi’s beautiful eyes shone brightly, unable to suppress her admiration.
Listening to You Lianruo’s tales of Ye Qingfeng’s unparalleled charisma, she was captivated, but nothing compared to seeing it with her own eyes.
Just now, Ye Qingfeng’s claw didn’t have any dazzling features, nor the earth-shattering might of Cold Smiling Buddha’s Destruction Demon Claw, but it possessed supre destructive power.
His claw pierced through space, tore all things into invisibility and intangibility. Who could stand against him?
"The Invincible War God, indeed the number one in Huaxia!"
Tie Wuqing and Qian Liuzhi kept silent in their hearts, having no further doubts about such a young demon-level master.
Being able to kill the number one on the Hua Xia Hidden Dragon List forty years ago with such ease.
Even in Yanjing, the legendary "Fish Demon God" might not have done as outstandingly as Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes revealed a hint of tilessness, but without an ounce of sympathy or pity.
"Hoo!"
Ye Qingfeng took a breath, then suddenly shouted explosively.
"Who else wants to rob the escort, co out now, and I will kill them all!"
His shout resounded like a thundering explosion, echoing through the nine heavens, thinning the clouds, with the surrounding forest rustling, and several nearby large trees snapping instantly.
"Whoosh!"
In the next mont, countless sounds of wind breaking erged from the forest, without exception, heading into the distance, evidently fleeing in retreat.
Qian Liuzhi and the others only then realized that so many masters lurking in the forest wanting to rob the escort, among these departing auras, were over twenty beyond their comprehension.
Once again, all gazes focused on Ye Qingfeng. Such a young man, with just a word, made countless top experts retreat instantly, daring not to offend.
This was the true deanor of a strong man!
Tie Zixi’s heart fluttered with emotion, almost unable to restrain herself. Compared to Ye Qingfeng, what were Wei Wuming and other young talents of Yanjing, martial arts geniuses, not to ntion the likes of Fu Feilong or Qian Gu?
Even if they combined, they couldn’t match even one finger of the Invincible War God, not even worthy to carry shoes for Ye Jiujie!
Ye Qingfeng’s lips curved into a smile as he headed to the convoy, giving the Yin Yang Dual Swords a fleeting glance as if they were re ants.
Within the convoy, those who previously looked at him with indifference and disdain now regarded him with awe and reverence, including Tie Wuqing and Qian Liuzhi, not daring to overlook him.
The two approached, cupped their fists, and bent down, "Thank you, War God, for your help. Your great kindness and virtue, we will rember!"
Ye Qingfeng raised his hand to assist them, the coldness on his face lessening a bit.
"Master Qian, Master Tie, you are elders, there’s no need to perform such grand ceremonial gestures for !"
Ye Qingfeng’s words were naturally spoken insincerely; in martial arts, the accomplished are teachers, the strong are elders. However, these two were old acquaintances of Ye Gang, and since Ye Gang was his uncle.
Ye Qingfeng saw no need to be pretentious.
Tie Wuqing was confused, but Qian Liuzhi gave Ye Qingfeng a deep look, understanding in his heart.
"The Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie, turns out to be from the Ye Family. If this news reaches Yanjing, it will certainly spark a heated discussion, causing a sensation in Yanjing, and even in the entire Huaxia Martial Arts World!"
He couldn’t help but feel envious in his heart, "The Ye Family, though with two martial arts geniuses, only has Ye Gang as a core strength. In a place like Yanjing, bustling with competition, teeming with martial arts prosperity, it barely stands as a top-tier family."
"But, adding Ye Jiujie, this heavyweight, it could turn everything upside down; in the future, the Ye Family becoming the leading family in Yanjing is not impossible."
While he marveled, Ye Qingfeng suddenly focused his gaze.
"Bang!"
A loud explosion was heard, the iron box containing the Chiyou Sword burst into countless pieces, unfortunately injuring several nearby escort masters.
The sound of a sword resounded, and a wholly dark-red, ancient longsword shot into the sky, turning into a red light, descending straight down.
"Zing!"
The ancient longsword was planted in the ground a yard away from Ye Qingfeng, slightly trembling, emitting a sound of cheerful resonance.
The Chiyou Sword transford into a rainbow, slanted into the ground, a yard away from Ye Qingfeng.
The ancient dark-red blade had clear patterns with strange runes appearing, the hilt engraved with the image of an ancient fierce beast. The sword lightly vibrated, its cry loud and clear, seemingly venting its joy at escaping.
The mont the Chiyou Sword appeared, a surging Evil Qi enveloped the world, everyone present except for Ye Qingfeng changed their expressions.
"The Chiyou Sword, forged from the horn of a Heavenly Beast, is the fiercest thing in the world. The re Evil Qi contained in the sword is beyond what any Ice Blade could achieve, and now it flew out on its own accord, what on earth is happening?"
Tie Wuqing questioned in puzzlent.
Qian Liuzhi beside him recalled a legend.
"According to legend, Divine Swords have their own spirit, and to wield them, one must gain their acknowledgnt."
"A Supre Treasure can sense the realm of those around it, and if the Evil Sword Chiyou hovers autonomously, it ans it recognized the other!"
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes squinted slightly, a yard from the Chiyou Sword, he could feel the overwhelming Evil Qi within the blade, like a volcano about to erupt. If soone could fully harness that Evil Qi, without even cultivating, they could instantly beco one of the world’s top masters.
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