Only to see a trickle of nine-colored light emanate from the center of Xing Mozi’s brow, spreading downward, inch by inch, covering his entire body.
In his soul state, Xing Mozi was enveloped entirely in nine-colored hues, his face filled with terror. Suddenly, he looked up and scread, his voice full of anguish and despair.
"No, this is impossible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his soul body suddenly exploded in midair, turning into countless nine-colored light points that scattered everywhere.
All eyes were fixed on that space, and then everyone quickly turned to look at Ye Qingfeng, shock spreading across their faces.
"Did you think that just because you were a soul body, you couldn’t be killed? Naive!"
Ye Qingfeng slowly lowered his right hand, the nine-colored hue at his fingertips already dissipated.
Life and death, reincarnation, cannot escape the Dao Essence within.
Even in a soul state, it can still be obliterated.
"This..."
Dao Xuzi and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the deep-seated shock in each other’s eyes.
Xing Mozi had been extrely confident; he had previously claid that in his soul state, a Martial Artist couldn’t harm him. This was definitely not just empty words, as Ye Qingfeng’s palm power and fist power hadn’t hard him, showing that it was indeed true.
But now, with just one finger from Ye Qingfeng, Xing Mozi’s soul was completely obliterated. How could the outco differ so greatly?
"Xing Mozi is dead?"
Qiao Lianxiang’s pretty face was astonished, and then it turned into deep joy.
This old Demon, Xing Mozi, was a permanent nightmare for their two Sects; as long as he lived, the two Sects could not find peace. Yet, when Xing Mozi attempted to escape, Ye Qingfeng annihilated his soul with one strike, which was undoubtedly a great surprise to everyone.
In the sky, Ye Qingfeng stood proudly, very casually.
This kind of deanor, in the eyes of the disciples of the Ancient Martial Sect, was extrely superficial and disdainful, but when Ye Qingfeng did it, they found it so special, full of artistic conception.
"Did he really destroy so many experts from the Demon Punishnt Palace single-handedly?"
Miao Miaomiao’s heart trembled continuously; she had been instilled with the horror of the Demon Punishnt Palace since she was a child. Even their old Sect Master of the Lotus Sect risked his life and could only force the Demon Punishnt Palace to sign an agreent, unable to completely crush them.
But under Ye Qingfeng’s hands, could the formidable and terrifying Demon Punishnt Palace be so weak?
Dao Xuzi and the others returned to their senses from the shock, shaking their heads. Six elders followed him and bowing towards the sky.
"Thank you, War God, for protecting the Sect; Thunderbolt Sect is eternally grateful, and we shall never forget your great kindness!"
With seven people leading, the rest of the Thunderbolt Sect disciples followed suit, bowing low, their reverent voices forming a clear stream that spread throughout Qianling Mountain.
Qiao Lianxiang smiled gently, just about to bow when the sound of sothing breaking the air was heard. Before she could bend down, a hand rested on her arm, lifting her up.
"Sister Xiang, Thunderbolt Sect asked to help, their gratitude is enough; there’s no need for you to join them!"
The teasing voice sounded in her ear, and Qiao Lianxiang raised her pretty face. Ye Qingfeng was standing in front of her, smiling, without any trace of the sharpness and killing intent he had before.
At night on Qianling Mountain, the breeze was gentle, the night view stunning.
The shattered martial arts platform had already been filled with earth leaves by many Thunderbolt Sect disciples. A bonfire was burning in the center of the martial arts platform, with countless disciples cheering and celebrating, the atmosphere extrely lively.
Elders who usually stayed behind closed doors were present, including the Sect Master, Dao Xuzi.
The battle today had resolved all hidden dangers, and everyone felt as if the clouds had parted, revealing the blue sky, and a sense of unprecedented relaxation.
Countless young disciples occasionally cast their gaze towards the handso young man sitting at the top. The males showed respect and awe, while the females were full of admiration and enchantnt.
It was this person who turned the dood situation of the two Sects around, allowing for the grand celebration of the mont.
Ye Qingfeng reclined in his chair, hands behind his head. The entire chair was balanced on two legs, yet it didn’t wobble at all.
Beside Ye Qingfeng, Qiao Lianxiang sat with her legs crossed, gentle and dignified, exuding the aura of a noble lady.
She turned to look at Ye Qingfeng’s handso and extraordinary profile, unable to help but cover her mouth and laugh gently.
"I would never have imagined that the little guy struggling in the ice and snow back then would now beco a Transcendent and peerless powerhouse!"
Ye Qingfeng turned his head, his gaze full of gratitude.
"I must thank Sister Xiang for your help back then; otherwise, I wouldn’t have achieved what I have today!"
Qiao Lianxiang laughed lightly and shook her head, giving him a playful glance.
"Don’t flatter . Even if I hadn’t helped you that day, you would have survived on your own, it was just a matter of ti!"
Hearing this, Ye Qingfeng grinned, not denying it.
Although he could have left the Qinling Snow Mountain, entering the Extraordinary Realm likely would have taken much more ti. Qiao Lianxiang’s intervention saved him from taking many detours.
"Wow, Senior Sister Xun is going to dance!"
"Great, great!"
At that mont, a commotion ca from beside the bonfire, as Yi Xun, in a plain skirt, gracefully stepped towards the bonfire with classical elegance.
Yi Yue played the pipa, producing lodious sounds, while Yi Xun danced gracefully to the music, srizing the nearby male disciples.
Many disciples wore expressions of disbelief; usually, Yi Xun was cold as frost, and no one had ever seen her dance before.
Yi Xun’s figure was graceful, each movent exuding beauty. The sense of mystery with the ’half-hidden by the pipa’ aura intoxicated those watching.
Her beautiful eyes occasionally glanced in Ye Qingfeng’s direction, leading many male disciples to understand.
It turned out their Senior Sister had fallen in love.
Zu Feng felt unhappy, but all he could do was wear a bitter smile. The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie had such imnse charm, he had to admit.
"She’s dancing for you, so why aren’t you watching?"
Qiao Lianxiang also admired Yi Xun’s dance greatly. She noticed Ye Qingfeng looking up at the sky, not very interested, and finally asked.
"What’s so interesting about it?" Ye Qingfeng spread his hands, joking, "If Sister Xiang were dancing, I’d watch the whole ti and record it on my phone to watch it several tis a day!"
Hearing this, Qiao Lianxiang’s cheeks blushed slightly, feigning anger as she said, "Little guy, what are you saying? How dare you tease your elder sister?"
Although she said this, her heart felt a slight sweetness. Ye Qingfeng’s deanor at this mont was no different from when they were in the Extrely Cold Land, showing no change despite his growing strength.
"How would I dare? I’m just telling the truth!"
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and suddenly asked, "Oh, Sister Xiang, what about that Jade Pendant?"
Qiao Lianxiang kept her composure, pretending to be casual as she said, "Oh, that thing, I don’t know where I put it. I might have thrown it away casually, who knows!"
She certainly wouldn’t dare to tell Ye Qingfeng that she kept it close to her, fearing she would die of embarrassnt.
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