Chapter 1685 - 1561: Japanese Scoundrels
The scene before him emerged, in the midst of vast mountains, Ye Qingfeng stood atop a mountain stream, unsure of where this place might be.
"That woman, she’s not here? Could it be a random transmission array?"
If that were the case, then that exceptionally beautiful woman might have ended up somewhere unknown.
Ye Qingfeng felt a twinge of regret in his heart. She had quite a bit of Xuanhuang Qi, a heaven and earth treasure, which Ye Qingfeng was determined to obtain.
"Fortunately, as I was being transmitted away, I managed to snatch a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi!"
Ye Qingfeng comforted himself, then looked down and was instantly dumbfounded.
What he held was not Xuanhuang Qi, but merely a piece of azure silk clothing, leaving Ye Qingfeng dazed.
"Did I only tear off a piece of her dress just now?"
Ye Qingfeng was speechless at the thought, and upon careful recollection, he indeed had grabbed her, with no time left, he could only furiously grasp at her.
No wonder he had heard her indignant and embarrassed voice in the end.
"I wondered why it felt that good,"
Ye Qingfeng murmured to himself, reminiscing over the sensation.
He had never experienced Xuanhuang Qi before and didn’t know how it felt. Since it felt comfortable to the touch, he assumed it was Xuanhuang Qi.
"Never mind, let’s return to Yanglong first. This time the gains are immense, my strength has soared, and I have quite a few more cards up my sleeve!"
Ye Qingfeng murmured, a gleam of excitement passing through his eyes.
He decided to first check that valley, wondering if the transmission array was still there. As his cultivation improved, he would surely return to investigate further.
Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to leave, he suddenly sensed several figures swiftly moving, appearing to be in pursuit.
Spreading his divine sense, he unexpectedly recognized one of them.
Tu Lei!
A genius disciple of the Wind Thunder Hall, barely able to contend with Wang Jinlun, who unexpectedly had fallen to being pursued.
Behind him were three black-robed martial artists, while Tu Lei was being fiercely protected by an elder, fleeing frantically.
Tu Lei and Ye Qingfeng had no good relations, thus Ye Qingfeng naturally had no desire to intervene to save Tu Lei.
"Young man, there’s a person over there, we might be saved if we go and take a look!" the elder also noticed Ye Qingfeng.
Tu Lei quickly glanced over and said: "He’s just a young man, even if he’s a martial artist, he can’t possibly help me." Indeed, the elder’s face dimmed instantly, taking Tu Lei and swiftly fleeing.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng as merely a youth, the two were disappointed and quickened their pace to escape.
However, both were already injured and no match for the trio chasing them, whose distance to them was rapidly closing.
"Young man, you go first, I’ll hold them off!"
The elder turned and spoke, turning sacrificially.
Tu Lei, however, stopped in his tracks.
"Why are you hesitating? Don’t dawdle, get going immediately!" the elder shouted angrily.
"Elder He, if you die, where can I escape to? I’d rather fight!" Tu Lei shook his head.
The elder’s face was suddenly aghast.
In their exchange, those three attackers had already arrived, conversed briefly, and attacked.
Ye Qingfeng’s brow faintly furrowed. Through his divine sense, he noted that the trio conversed in Japanese.
At this moment, out of the three attackers, two encircled Tu Lei and the elder, while one turned and rushed towards Ye Qingfeng.
This person, clad in black and wielding an Eastern Sword, emitted a chilling light, approached Ye Qingfeng without exchanging a word, leaping with a flashing cold glow slicing towards him.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly hardened. He had just encountered various oppressive forces in that strange place, where there were past supreme powerhouses and astonishing supreme treasures, pressing him uncomfortably.
Now, this trash thought he could kill him, how laughable.
Ye Qingfeng reached out, directly grabbing the man’s neck with determination.
"Huaxia martial artist, ought to die!"
The man cursed in Japanese.
"Crack!"
Ye Qingfeng, unwilling to waste words, gently exerted force with his hand, directly snapping the man’s neck, tossing the corpse aside.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Meanwhile, Tu Lei and the elder were battling the other two Japanese warriors, certainly not their match, already struck multiple times, bleeding profusely.
Finally, those two Japanese warriors turned their gaze towards Ye Qingfeng, their eyes instantly chilling.
"Bastard!"
"You’re seeking death!"
The two Japanese warriors instantly raged, disregarding the already injured Tu Lei and the elder, brandishing their Eastern Swords, hacking towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Boom!"
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, a gust surged forth, instantly hitting the two like bullets, leaving bloody holes, their bodies collapsing instantly.
Tu Lei and the elder were stunned, within moments, those three formidable Japanese warriors had perished.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
As the two approached, Tu Lei gasped in shock, staring at Ye Qingfeng in disbelief.
The elder’s body also shuddered suddenly.
Tu Lei’s mouth instantly dried up. He had once been arrogant before Ye Qingfeng and was taught a lesson by him. He was never convinced in his heart, training diligently hoping that one day he could defeat Ye Qingfeng, making him his stepping stone.
Until one day, he heard of Ye Qingfeng’s fame, that was the battle of Miwu Mountain!
He only then understood the gap between himself and Ye Qingfeng...
"Come here."
Ye Qingfeng commanded in a commanding tone.
The two exchanged a glance, not daring to resist, and slowly walked over.
"Ye, Ye Qingfeng... Senior, what are your instructions?" Tu Lei awkwardly asked.
Looking at the once formidable enemy in his heart, Tu Lei suddenly felt a deep bitterness. Ye Qingfeng was too strong, standing there, his realm unclear, having already returned to the original, the gap between them was as though insurmountable.
"Who are they?"
"They’re all Japanese, they came to Jiangdong, actually for you," Tu Lei looked at Ye Qingfeng and continued.
"Do you remember those Japanese warriors who came to challenge before? They’re here for revenge."
Revenge?
Ye Qingfeng’s expression instantly turned cold.
"Of course, they aren’t entirely targeting Senior Ye. Japan may have caught wind, knowing our Huaxia martial arts have declined, so they deliberately sought an excuse to invade us, unrelated to Senior Ye!"
The elder immediately explained.
"Ha—"
Ye Qingfeng coldly laughed, his eyes flashed with coldness, transformed directly into a long rainbow, disappearing without a trace.
Leaving Tu Lei and the elder dumbfounded.
"Ye Qingfeng, I fear I can only gaze upon his heights for the rest of my life!"
Tu Lei looked at Ye Qingfeng’s flying figure with some envy and bitterness and remarked.
"Sigh—"
The elder sighed lightly, knowing that even though Tu Lei was an absolute genius in the secular world, he was the number one in their Heavenly Thunder Sect.
Unfortunately, encountering Ye Qingfeng, this devil, wasn’t comparable to normal logic.
"Forget it, what am I, even the geniuses of the Ancient Martial World couldn’t compare to him. Wasn’t Dugu Xiao and Ma Gu both defeated by him?"
Tu Lei bitterly smiled and shook his head.
He might envy someone with a million when he only has seven hundred thousand, and try to surpass them.
However, encountering someone with billions, the levels aren’t comparable, not even daring to feel jealousy or envy.