Chapter 1670 - 1546: The Elder
Ye Qingfeng murmured, killing intent surfacing. He needed Cultivation, and now that he had Spiritual Elegance Pills, his Cultivation speed could soar straight up. Crushing the powerhouses of the Ancient Martial World’s Central Sect World wouldn’t be hard at all.
Without hesitating any longer, Ye Qingfeng stepped onto the Futu Sword and flew straight out of Miwu Mountain. The next time he came back would be the moment when the Ancient Martial World cried in despair.
At this moment, in the Huayu Group that was surrounded by countless people, no one noticed a figure flashing in like lightning and slipping into the Huayu Group.
"Ye Qingfeng?"
When Wang Siyu and Zhong Ming saw Ye Qingfeng, they were utterly shocked, completely unable to believe it.
"Instructor!"
Zhong Ming’s body went straight as a rod as he stared at Ye Qingfeng in astonishment.
"What’s wrong, why are you so shocked?" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
"I got the news, they said you were already dead." Wang Siyu covered her mouth, speaking a little agitatedly.
"In this world, there’s still no one who can kill me." Ye Qingfeng shook his head faintly, then sat down on the slaughter-filled chair in the office and said:
"Alright, tell me, what’s the situation now." Wang Siyu pulled herself together and said, "About the same as last time. We’ve been locked down, ordered to suspend operations for rectification, and hand over all cutting-edge technology in our hands."
"And the mastermind behind it is still that same man, Wan Potian. He directly said you were already dead and told us that if we hand over all Huayu Group’s technology, we can continue production."
Wang Siyu spoke up, laying out the whole development of the situation for Ye Qingfeng.
"Back then Zhong Ming flew into a rage on the spot and almost went all out against Wan Potian, but I stopped him." Wang Siyu glanced at Ye Qingfeng and said softly, "I don’t believe you’d just die like that."
Ye Qingfeng nodded and asked, "Then what about Professor Tian Shi?"
"He was taken away by the Divine Guard." Wang Siyu said.
Killing intent burst forth in an instant.
Divine Guard, Wan Potian!
A chilling light flashed in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes. Back on Miwu Mountain, Wan Potian had lurked until the end, relentlessly hunting Ye Qingfeng.
He almost succeeded.
"Wan Potian!"
"Ye Qingfeng, don’t be impulsive. I’ve asked around about Wan Potian—his status in Huaxia is very high, and his strength is formidable. If you confront him head-on, you could be in for a lot of trouble." Wang Siyu said, somewhat worried.
Ye Qingfeng gently shook his head and said, "I’m going to kill him. No one can stop me."
Zhong Ming said nothing, but his expression was firm. As long as it was something Ye Qingfeng wanted to do, even if the opponent was a War God, he would still dare to step forward and fight.
"Let’s go. We’re leaving here." Ye Qingfeng said.
"What about the Huayu Group?" Wang Siyu asked doubtfully.
"From today on, this place will no longer be the Huayu Group." Ye Qingfeng slowly shook his head and said:
"I’ll take you and build a brand-new group!"
"Stop right there, you’re not allowed to leave!"
Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to leave, a few men in suits walked out from who knew where and immediately blocked the three of them.
"Ye Qingfeng, what do we do?" Wang Siyu asked.
"Bang!"
Zhong Ming moved. His strike was incomparably fierce. Under Ye Qingfeng’s Spirit Stones, he was already a powerhouse of the War King Realm. These suited men were utterly insignificant before him.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Zhong Ming’s fists were brutally strong. Every punch he threw was like a cannon firing from its barrel. His footwork shifted; with a sudden heavy step, the stone slabs on the ground shattered instantly, dramatically exaggerated.
"Thud!"
Zhong Ming made his final move, sending the last suited man flying. His movements flowed like clouds and water, extremely domineering.
"You actually dared to attack us. Don’t you know who we are?"
At this moment, a voice rang out. An old man leaning on a cane, his hunched body, slowly walked out from the opposite side.
Judging from the old man’s appearance, it looked like he could fall over at any moment and might never get back up again.
Seeing this old man, Zhong Ming’s pupils suddenly contracted. The old man’s steps looked frail, but Zhong Ming could feel a return-to-the-original realm of intent from him.
This was a master!
"Who are you?" Zhong Ming glared at the old man and demanded sternly.
"You don’t need to know who I am. You only need to know that I represent the country. To raise a hand against me is to make yourself an enemy of the country!" The old man tapped his cane and spoke one word at a time.
The country!
Those two words were incomparably heavy!
Ye Qingfeng, however, showed a scornful expression and snorted, "No need to sound so righteous. You’re just someone Wan Potian sent over, aren’t you?"
"What right does he have to represent the country?"
He’s just trash, yet he dares claim he represents the country.
"It’s true Wan Potian invited me to come out of seclusion." The old man didn’t bother concealing it and nodded. "Go back. With me here, you won’t be able to leave."
"No one can stop my Instructor!" Zhong Ming said coldly and arrogantly.
"You’re not my match." The old man shook his head calmly, aloof and unruffled, like a peerless master.
"Hmph!"
Zhong Ming snorted angrily and stopped wasting words. Since they were destined to be enemies, then fists would do the talking.
Spiritual Power condensed in his body. Zhong Ming paused slightly, then, like a train starting up, suddenly shot forward, blasting out a punch like a raging canal bursting forth.
Zhong Ming cultivated Body Refining Techniques. Although his muscles didn’t look exaggerated, the muscle on his body was like coiling dragons, containing explosive power.
This punch was even more terrifying, whipping up a fierce wind that gave off a true howling sound, like a furious dragon. The momentum was shocking.
"Too weak."
The old man’s cane suddenly lifted and met Zhong Ming’s fist head-on.
In an instant, it was like a bomb detonating. A thunderous boom rang out, deafening.
Zhong Ming’s fist slammed into the old man’s cane and could no longer advance even half an inch. That frail, hunched figure that looked like it could topple at any time didn’t budge at all.
This old man was indeed no ordinary person—he was actually a hidden master.
"Ah!"
Zhong Ming bellowed, letting out an astonishing roar. His muscles bulged segment by segment, and the power in his body surged wildly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he exerted himself to the utmost.
"Crack!"
The stone beneath the old man’s feet suddenly fractured. His body involuntarily stepped back half a step.
"To have such tremendous power with just a Junior War King Cultivation, you can be proud. But compared to me, you’re still too weak!"
The old man lightly shook his head, calm and unperturbed.
"Die!"
Zhong Ming roared. His body suddenly retreated, then gathered immense power. His fist was like iron as he smashed down violently.
That force made even the earth tremble.
"Boom!"
The old man’s figure staggered back repeatedly, retreating five or six steps before finally stabilizing himself.
"You’ve angered me. You’re seeking death!"
The old man finally got angry. His figure moved, incomparably nimble, treading a profound footwork as he suddenly launched an assault toward Zhong Ming.