Boom!
Ye Yunfei's fist surged forward, pushing a bizarre black hole that crashed into the descending sleeve.
Rumble!
Frenzied energy exploded unceasingly within the sleeve, like an erupting volcano.
Bang!
Finally, Jiang Jie's sleeve shattered directly, transforming into a sky full of fragments that danced like butterflies.
Ah!
Jiang Jie screamed in agony. His palm was directly swallowed by the black hole in front of Ye Yunfei's fist, leaving behind only a ghostly white severed wrist.
Startled, Jiang Jie retreated at extreme speed.
"How is this possible! This kid actually forced Jiang Jie back with one punch!"
Witnessing this scene, those present gasped in astonishment.
Jiang Jie was followed by over ten Jiang Clan youths, and some distance away, quite a few young people from other forces had stopped to watch the battle. Everyone's gaze towards Ye Yunfei was now filled with apprehension.
Ye Yunfei had just demonstrated immense power, killing sixty to seventy people in a row, and now had forced Jiang Jie back with a single punch. His performance was too shocking!
"Die!"
Enraged to the extreme, Jiang Jie possessed the strength of the late-stage Sea Transformation Realm and was a standout among the Jiang Clan's new generation. He was currently competing for a spot as one of the clan's new top ten core legacy disciples, his heart filled with pride and high self-regard.
He never expected to have his palm shattered by a single punch from someone now.
Moreover, the other party was merely a kid from some remote star sea, unknown and unsung in the universe. How could he accept this?
Rumble...
Furious, the spiritual power within Jiang Jie's body poured out like rivers and seas, complementing his heroic and imposing bearing.
"Six Fiends Sword Formation!"
Jiang Jie roared. Six frigid longswords suddenly appeared before him, their entire forms wreathed in black mist, rolling with baleful aura.
For a moment, thick killing intent spread across the sky and earth, diffusing from these six swords as if six sinister deities had revived.
"Slash!"
With a sharp cry, the six swords formed a sword formation that tore through the sky, sweeping towards Ye Yunfei to shred him.
This was one of the legacy secret arts of the Jiang Clan from Tianfu Star Sea, possessing immense destructive power that shook the starry sky.
Generally, a sword formation's power far exceeded that of sword techniques of the same grade.
"Hmph! How dare you flaunt such a sword formation in front of me."
Ye Yunfei sneered, utterly dismissive.
Clang! Clang!
Five spirit swords shot out from within Ye Yunfei's body, forming the Five Elements Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, which surged forward with vast, rolling tides of sword energy.
As Ye Yunfei's spiritual power realm continuously rose, the power of the Five Elements Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation he unleashed also grew ever stronger.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of clear metallic collisions later, all six of the frigid longswords Jiang Jie had sent out were broken!
"You!"
Jiang Jie's face paled in shock. He finally realized he had encountered a master.
He had consecutively used two of his proud martial techniques, yet unexpectedly, the other party had broken each with a single, clean move.
"Is this the so-called excellence of Jiang Clan's disciples? Not very impressive. How dare you come to kill me? Overestimating yourself."
Ye Yunfei said with a cold laugh.
"Go to hell!" Ye Yunfei shouted. The physical force within his body surged out, empowering his fists as he unleashed the True Demon God-Slaying Fist, advancing to attack.
"You dare look down on us Jiang Clan disciples! If several of our Jiang Clan's Legacy Princes were here, killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken or dog!"
Jiang Jie roared.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
With a long howl, Jiang Jie unleashed a fist technique that erupted with waves of golden fist power, sweeping towards Ye Yunfei.
This fist technique was the move he was most proud of—the Golden Fist!
At this moment, his fists seemed as if cast from gold, radiating brilliant light.
Rumble!
The two engaged in fierce combat with their fist techniques.
Jiang Jie's disheveled hair flew wildly, his originally handsome face twisted to an extreme as the surging golden fist winds resembled countless golden dragons—a terrifying scene.
However, Ye Yunfei's physical strength combined with the True Demon God-Slaying Fist completely overwhelmed him. After four or five exchanges, with a 'bang,' Jiang Jie was blasted sideways, bloodied all over.
"Being able to withstand a few of my moves is decent enough,"
Ye Yunfei pursued him, saying coldly. He then threw a series of punches, with the final fist directly piercing through Jiang Jie's body. His bloody fist emerged from Jiang Jie's back.
"Not good! Even Cousin Jiang Jie is no match for him! Flee!"
The dozen or so Jiang Clan disciples who had followed Jiang Jie turned pale with fright, immediately turning to run.
Having just witnessed Ye Yunfei kill over sixty people and now seeing him defeat Jiang Jie decisively, they didn't dare to step forward and fight.
"Go report to the Fourth Elder! The Fourth Elder will find a way to deal with this kid!"
The Jiang Clan disciples desperately rushed towards the Small World's exit, shouting as they ran.
Pfft!
At that moment, Ye Yunfei's fist trembled, causing Jiang Jie's body to explode into a mist of blood.
"Do you think you can just flee if you want in front of me?"
Ye Yunfei swept a cold glance at the fleeing Jiang Clan disciples.
As his words fell, Ye Yunfei unleashed his Sky Soul Sword.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Screams rang out continuously. The Jiang Clan disciples fleeing with all their might were flung sideways as if struck by lightning.
Swish!
A small black dagger appeared behind the heads of these Jiang Clan youths, piercing through their skulls one after another.
It was Dark Thorn!
"Ah! Brat! You dare to massacre our Jiang Clan disciples like this! Our Jiang Clan will not let you off! Wait to suffer our Jiang Clan's wrath!"
A Jiang Clan disciple issued an enraged cry before dying.
In the end, only one Jiang Clan disciple remained, so frightened he couldn't move his legs, just standing there trembling uncontrollably.
"Spare me..."
The Jiang Clan disciple stammered.
"Give me some Dark Nether Armored Insects,"
Ye Yunfei thought for a moment and said to the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm.
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm immediately rushed into the Shadow Tower and emerged with several hundred Dark Nether Armored Insects.
Ye Yunfei waved his hand, sending all the insects into the body of this Jiang Clan disciple.
"Go back and tell that old dog of the Jiang Clan outside to just keep sending people to kill me. However many come, I will slaughter that many,"
Ye Yunfei said coldly.
"Scram!"
Ye Yunfei barked.
Seeing that Ye Yunfei was actually letting him go, the Jiang Clan disciple rejoiced and desperately fled into the distance.
"Let's continue."
Ye Yunfei led Hu Miao, Huang Shang, and the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm deeper into the Small World.
"This kid is too terrifying! He actually killed Jiang Jie!"
Disciples from other forces some distance away were all greatly shaken.
Jiang Jie was a somewhat renowned young talent among the Jiang Clan's younger generation from Tianfu Star Sea, one of the clan's key disciples with boundless prospects. No one expected him to fall today in this nameless Small World.
"This guy unleashing wholesale slaughter at the drop of a hat, killing indiscriminately, we must not provoke him!"
Some young people whispered warnings to each other.
Meanwhile, in the world outside.
Spaceships hovered within the starry sky.
"Old Jiang the Fourth, your Jiang Clan's disciples will soon capture that kid and bring him out for you, right?"
someone suddenly asked.
"Of course. Jiang Jie is one of our Jiang Clan's key, excellent disciples. With him personally taking action, that kid won't have wings to fly."
the Jiang Clan's Fourth Elder stated.
"The movement art that kid cultivates seems to contain extremely profound spatial laws, something I've never seen before. It doesn't seem to be from our Canghuang Realm. When we interrogate the kid, we should all study it together. You Jiang Clan can't keep such a movement art to yourselves."
the speaker said.
"Hmph! That kid is our Jiang Clan's prisoner. Interrogating him is our Jiang Clan's affair; it has nothing to do with outsiders."
The Jiang Fourth Elder was taken aback for a moment, realizing the other party was actually after the movement art, and his face immediately turned stern.
"Old Jiang the Fourth, aren't you being too stingy?"
someone else nearby remarked.
At that moment.
"Fourth Elder!"
a voice came from the foggy channel ahead.
"Heh, looks like our Jiang Clan disciples have already caught that kid and are bringing him out for me. This kid caused the death of Old Fifth and is a prisoner of our Jiang Clan. The rest of you need not even think about laying hands on him."
the Jiang Fourth Elder laughed.
"Fourth Elder! Disaster!"
A Jiang Clan disciple rushed out from within the foggy channel, hurriedly arriving before the Jiang Clan's ship and shouting in panic.
"What happened?"
Seeing this, the Jiang Fourth Elder felt a weight sink in his heart, a sense of foreboding rising within him.