Chapter 1629 - 1505: Killing as Play
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were utterly cold.
Come on, all of you, come!
Anyway, you’re all going to die!
Yiyi, don’t worry, they’ll all be buried with you!
Ye Qingfeng’s plan was to hide his strength, to toy with them like a cat playing with mice and kill them slowly, rather than obliterate them with Thunder.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was indifferent; seeing Elder Pan angrily chop down with his palm, flames suddenly ignited in his eyes.
Golden flames! "Leaving Fire Golden Eyes!"
Golden light shot out from Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, surging forth. The flames didn’t look exaggerated, just like two thin threads, yet like lightning they instantly struck Elder Pan’s body.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng did not unleash his full strength. He wanted to torture these people to death bit by bit.
"Hmph, just you, and you think you can hurt me!" Elder Pan gathered Spiritual Power, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
He punched out, intending to take Ye Qingfeng’s Leaving Fire Golden Eyes head-on.
Whoosh!
It was almost silent, without the imagined powerful explosion. Ye Qingfeng’s golden light seemed to cling to Elder Pan’s arm.
"Ah!"
Elder Pan cried out in shock, then screamed in agony. His fist was wrapped in golden flames, burning, as if about to devour his entire arm.
This was the arm of a War Emperor Strong People; even placed over real blazing fire to roast, it would be fine. Yet this golden flame was actually making a Mid-level War Emperor Strong People suffer like this.
"Ah, you little bastard, I’ll tear you into a thousand pieces!" Elder Pan roared furiously, his mouth filled with endless rage.
"Cut!"
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were icy, brimming with boundless fury. The Futu Sword slashed with the word "cut"; its earth-shattering power seemed to crush Heaven and Earth themselves, terrifying enough to make one suffocate.
"What kind of freak is this guy!"
"Too terrifying, I finally understand why he could defeat Dugu Xiao and Ma Gu!"
The people of the Ancient Martial World cried out one after another.
"Come!"
Elder Pan was furious beyond measure as well. His body rose into the air, surging Spiritual Power rolling, carrying overwhelming momentum as he charged at Ye Qingfeng.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The sky constantly shook, emitting intense rumbling sounds, like cannons roaring.
At the foot of Miwu Mountain, everyone raised their heads to watch this scene, their minds trembling. That youth and the elder were battling, and both looked like Divine beings.
"Th-this is absolutely earth-shattering news. If it gets out, it will definitely shock the whole world!" The short-haired girl became excited, set up her camera properly, and started recording the video.
At this moment, the battle between the two grew even fiercer. Waves of air exploded, like colossal surges in a raging sea, spreading out and snapping the trees on Miwu Mountain, sending them flying in all directions.
Too terrifying!
At the foot of the mountain, some timid tourists had already fled in fright, afraid of being injured by the aftershocks of the two’s battle.
But even more people stayed, watching the scene before them with excitement.
Too shocking!
Too miraculous!
To witness such a breathtaking scene—even if they died after this, they’d have no regrets in this life.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Airlifts rolled and crashed; both the secular tourists and the Ancient Martial World prodigies stared in horror at the battle before them, awed by the two’s overwhelming power.
Elder Pan was finally gradually being pushed into a disadvantage.
One of his arms had been injured by the Leaving Fire Golden Eyes and could no longer exert its full combat power; facing Ye Qingfeng, he was beginning to feel outmatched.
"What kind of monster is this, a young man in his twenties whose strength is this terrifying!" Elder Pan’s heart shook violently.
He already had the urge to retreat. He was no longer a match for this youth; only Ling Wuxiong, Ma Gu’s master, personally taking the field could handle him.
Yet at this moment, Ling Wuxiong was treating Ma Gu’s wounds. Ye Qingfeng’s Daylight Slash was too terrifying—it could kill War Emperor Strong People.
Even though Ma Gu had a Spiritual Artifact protecting his body, he was still at death’s door and needed immediate treatment!
"Elder Pan, we’ll help you!"
Just then, several elders soared into the sky!
"Ye Shuimen, War Pavilion... good, good, in the future our Luosheng Sect will definitely remember this favor!" Elder Pan shouted in extreme delight.
The several elders also wore joyful expressions.
"Kid, you’re far too arrogant, insulting the Ancient Martial World. Today, we will suppress you!" one elder shouted, having long prepared his excuse.
Come!
All of you, come!
You’re all going to die!
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were chillingly cold. His Futu Sword suddenly burst forth with icy light, his killing intent boiling over.
Cold aura shot up into the sky!
No matter how many people there were, they could not stop him!
Even if it meant fighting the entire Ancient Martial World, even if it meant destroying the entire Ancient Martial World, Ye Qingfeng would not hesitate!
"This is a bit shameless, isn’t it? A secular youth fighting the Luosheng Sect, and these Sect elders still jump in to help."
"Heh heh, this is a great chance to earn favor from the Luosheng Sect. To be honest, I’d like to go up and help too."
Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World discussed.
"Now this Ye Qingfeng is definitely doomed. Three Basic-level War Emperors and one Intermediate War Emperor, plus Luosheng Sect’s Elder Pan, a Mid-level War Emperor—what does he have to fight them with?"
"This is fine, actually. Though he’s talented, he’s rampaging and domineering, insulting the Ancient Martial World and looking down on us. He ought to be eliminated!"
Everyone shook their heads one after another, certain that Ye Qingfeng would die without a doubt!
"Go together, kill him!"
Several elders of the Ancient Martial World shouted harshly, striking out all at once, carrying immense killing intent as they attacked Ye Qingfeng.
So many War Emperor Warriors attacking at once—how terrifying was that? The forceful winds howled around them, as if they were about to suppress Heaven and Earth; the entire space felt like a gigantic millstone, ready to grind everything to dust.
"Boom!"
Ye Qingfeng struck with his sword, brawling wildly. With the Futu Sword in hand, he carried endless slaughter.
Even the people at the foot of the mountain slightly shook their heads; they could see that this youth was somewhat outmatched now, starting to fall behind.
"Looks like that youth can’t win; there are too many people on the other side!"
"What a pity. Will he be killed?"
The tourists at the foot of the mountain couldn’t make out the moves, but could roughly tell what was happening, and discussed among themselves.
"Jingjing, that youth seems like he’s about to lose!" the short-haired girl said.
"No, Ye Qingfeng is really strong!" Du Jing bit her lip, speaking with some firmness.
"Ye Qingfeng?"
"Oh, I mean that youth, that youth..." Du Jing hurriedly tried to cover it up.
At this moment, the great battle in the sky had entered a white-hot stage. Waves of Heaven and Earth Power surged out wildly, making the sky tremble. Any Martial Artist below War Emperor who entered the battlefield would probably be crushed to death instantly!
"Haha, little bastard, you can’t hold on anymore, can you? This is the outcome of offending our Luosheng Sect!" Elder Pan laughed maniacally, his hands not pausing in the slightest.
Ye Qingfeng remained silent; only his cold, cutting killing intent churned incessantly.
Ye Qingfeng’s slaughter grew even more ruthless, completely ignoring defense and attacking madly.
"Hmph, stubborn fool!" Elder Pan snorted coldly, "Drop your weapon immediately, go down to the foot of the mountain, kneel and kowtow a thousand times. I’ll then allow you to become a slave of our Luosheng Sect, serve us for a hundred years, and I’ll spare you one life."
"Kill!"
The Futu Sword surged, its colossal Sword Light suddenly cleaving down.
Terrifying enough to drive one insane.