Chapter 1605 - 1481: Break
In just a few exchanges of words, the two had arranged everything as if everything was securely in their grasp.
"Since you’ve come to deliver yourself, Ye Qingfeng, who can save you today?"
In the void, Wan Potian’s voice sounded cold and sharp, as he extended an arm and the thick spiritual power surged furiously, roiling within him.
The violent spiritual power slowly condensed in Wan Potian’s palm, spinning wildly, surrounded by sword light that seemed capable of slicing through the void.
In an instant, these spiritual powers condensed into a small tornado, held in Wan Potian’s palm, only the size of a basketball.
But no one dared to underestimate this spiritual-power-formed small tornado, for the violent spiritual power within was enough to grind steel to dust.
"Yuan Laodao, weren’t you intending to stand up for this youth? Now, you can make your move!" Gu Qingchuan sneered with a cold smile, mocking aloud.
Yuan Laodao’s face changed. He indeed admired this young man and wanted him to join the White Cloud Temple, but he was the same as Gu Qingchuan, both being mid-level War Emperors.
But Wan Potian was at least already a Peak War Emperor, beyond what they could fight.
"Senior sister, please help Brother Ye Qingfeng; he’s a good person!"
Rui Xiaoqiao’s big eyes showed a hint of worry, as she pleaded aloud.
Kong Ningshuang, however, only gave a bitter smile. Whether out of friendship or kindness, she was willing to help Ye Qingfeng, but now, the situation was beyond her intervention.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
Zhao Zhiruo and the others were equally full of worry. This Wan Potian seemed too powerful and terrifying, even the woman was far inferior, such a powerful enemy, how could Ye Qingfeng resist?
Su Qiong’s parents were already trembling. Wan Potian’s notorious name they had heard of, and now such a prominent figure appeared, making them not dare to speak, only suppressing Su Qiong from speaking out.
"Wan Potian, won’t you give the White Cloud Temple a favor and let this youth go? Consider it as the White Cloud Temple owing you a favor!"
Yuan Laodao said, clasping his hands together.
It seemed he truly appreciated Ye Qingfeng, a favor from one of the Eight Great Sects in the Ancient Martial World was indeed valuable.
"No way!"
Wan Potian replied with utter indifference, the small tornado in his hand condensing vast spiritual power, spinning faster and faster, this eruptive power making one’s heart tremble.
Yuan Laodao’s expression changed.
"It’s okay, step aside." At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent voice sounded, "White Cloud Temple, right? In the future, I shall bring you a creation, you will be grateful for today’s decision. Now, step aside!"
"Tch, worry about yourself first!"
Gu Qingchuan immediately sneered, under such circumstances, Ye Qingfeng’s words were simply laughable.
Yuan Laodao felt helpless inside. He had tried his best, but he wasn’t a match for Wan Potian, only stepping aside.
As for Ye Qingfeng’s promise of a creation, he naturally didn’t care. Although the youth had some talent, talking about giving the White Cloud Temple a creation was just a joke.
"Care for yourself first! Go!"
With a "Go" uttered, the small tornado in his palm reached its peak state, flying out fiercely, immediately starting to grow wildly.
From the size of a basketball, to the size of a car, to the size of a four-story building... In just a few breaths, the tornado had transformed into the size of a building, surrounded by terrifying blades that seemed to shear everything.
Fences, trees, and everything around fell swiftly under the tornado’s devouring blade. Ye Qingfeng’s expression became serious, not daring to be careless, directly unleashing the Daylight Slash!
The Futu Sword disappeared, and in a brief instant, it appeared within the tornado, blazing with radiant light, with flames burning fiercely. This wasn’t a real tornado but was formed by violent spiritual power, which could be burned by Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword.
"Hmm?"
Wan Potian frowned slightly, somewhat surprised that Ye Qingfeng’s sword could actually block this move.
Still, it was merely a casual strike from him.
Stretching his palm again, Wan Potian embraced with both arms, like Tai Chi, this time enough for five tornadoes to form, reaching peak state in an instant.
"Go!"
The five tornadoes swept forth again, expanding rapidly as before, destroying everything around with speed.
Ye Qingfeng’s complexion was even more solemn, with the Futu Sword in hand, he swung furiously, in just a single breath, Ye Qingfeng had slashed out dozens of times, with sword light flying out instantly, forming a protective barrier.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
One tornado collided with the sword light defense, consuming twenty strands of sword light before gradually dissipating, then the second, the third... Ye Qingfeng was already too late to slash more sword light, in an instant, two tornadoes swirled around Ye Qingfeng.
The violent tornadoes, crazily slashing at Ye Qingfeng’s body, shredded his shirt instantly, revealing clean muscles, even Ye Qingfeng’s physique couldn’t fully repel the attack, instantly appearing with blood marks.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
Zhao Zhiruo’s and Su Qiong’s eyes trembled, calling out with heartache they couldn’t suppress.
Rui Xiaoqiao and Lin Yanran similarly had their lips slightly parted, their faces showing deep concern. Kong Ningshuang’s gaze trembled as well.
Too powerful!
Ye Qingfeng stood central in the storm, his black hair whipping wildly, with the Futu Sword in hand, its light blazing, once more shooting out strands of sword light.
But it was already too late, Ye Qingfeng’s body bore blood marks, splitting instantly, with fresh blood flowing directly.
"Boom!"
Ye Qingfeng’s expression turned icy, as countless fiery red sword lights slashed out, one tornado exploded anew, causing Ye Qingfeng’s hair to dance wildly.
Only one spiritual storm remained, but clearly, Ye Qingfeng looked as if he’d given it his all.
Yuan Laodao’s body floated upward, watching Ye Qingfeng, his eyes passing a thread of regret. This youth truly impressed him, but alas, he was but a mid-level War Emperor, unable to save Ye Qingfeng.
"His talent indeed astonishes, reaching this stage at such an age, uncommon strength, but alas, he’s too stubborn, encountering Wan Potian." He shook his head and sighed internally.
"A mere mortal martial artist foolish enough to be arrogant before the elder of the Immortal Heart Sect." Gu Qingchuan sneered coldly, although her grudge against Ye Qingfeng wasn’t huge, this arrogant youth left her very dissatisfied.
"Break for me!"
At this moment, in the tornado’s center stood Ye Qingfeng, icily indifferent, his Futu Sword erupted with brilliant light, blazing with thousands of flames, then began condensing, as if layered with red crystals.
Instantly, the three-foot Green Peak Long Sword transformed to a mighty sword of several zhang length, with wisps of black aura entwined, a manifestation of Ye Qingfeng’s bloodline, the basic yellow-level dark attribute bloodline.