A Dao Transformation Realm cultivator defeating a Perfected Destiny Realm expert with a single punch!
Such an event was truly shocking!
"Su Fei, you..."
Ji Yan stood beside Ye Yunfei throughout the entire process, feeling the terrifying physical power he released with his punch. Her pretty face lost some color; she realized that even she would be unable to withstand this blow.
In her mind, Ye Yunfei had always projected an image of weakness, only remarkable for his stone gambling skills. But now, he had suddenly displayed such formidable combat strength, leaving her so astounded she didn't know what to say.
"How... how is that possible!"
Ji Yue was also extremely shocked.
Even Mo Qingxuan, the Third Prince, and Ximen Yijian cast astonished gazes towards Ye Yunfei.
"You're a disciple of the Zhao Family as well, aren't you."
After defeating Zhao Tianyu, Ye Yunfei did not take his seat on the cushion representing the thirtieth rank. Instead, he walked towards another Zhao Family disciple.
This Zhao disciple sat cross-legged on the cushion representing the two hundred and fiftieth rank.
"You..."
The disciple was both alarmed and furious.
Even Zhao Tianyu had been sent flying with one punch. He had no courage to face Ye Yunfei in battle.
Boom!
Without wasting any words, Ye Yunfei threw a punch. A tidal wave of physical power poured forth.
"Don't kill me!"
The Zhao disciple paled in terror, crying out loudly.
Thud!
Before Ye Yunfei's fist even landed, the disciple was sent flying by the sheer force, tumbling off the arena platform and falling unconscious.
"You're a Zhao Family disciple too.
Get lost."
With one punch defeating this Zhao disciple, Ye Yunfei walked towards another without looking back.
This Zhao disciple sat cross-legged on the cushion representing the two hundred and forty-sixth rank. Upon seeing Ye Yunfei approach, his face changed drastically in fright.
"Humph!
Brat, I'll remember you!"
Having no courage to face Ye Yunfei, the disciple spat out a fierce threat. Before Ye Yunfei could get close, he hurriedly vacated his cushion and slunk away in disgrace off the arena.
"Very well."
Ye Yunfei hadn't expected this Zhao disciple to be so decisive. He had originally intended to cripple him with a punch, but now the opportunity was lost.
"You're also a Zhao Family disciple, aren't you."
Ye Yunfei arrived in front of another Zhao disciple.
This Zhao disciple sat cross-legged on the cushion representing the two hundred and twentieth rank.
"Looks like this kid really intends to challenge every Zhao Family disciple!"
"What's so strange about that? He even defeated Zhao Tianyu with one punch. He truly has the capability!"
"The Zhao Family of Donghuang isn't one to be trifled with.
With this impulse, this kid might be planting endless calamity for the future!"
Seeing Ye Yunfei's actions, discussions erupted like a tide in the plaza.
"Brat, daring to provoke our Zhao Family like this — have you considered the consequences!"
The Zhao disciple, both frightened and enraged, harshly berated Ye Yunfei.
Disciples of the Zhao Family of Donghuang walked through the Eastern Barrens with reverence wherever they went. They could never have imagined that today, a mere Dao Transformation Realm brat would bully them like this.
"I'm not provoking your Zhao Family. It is your Zhao Family that provoked me," Ye Yunfei replied with a cold laugh.
Boom...
Ye Yunfei's attack was extremely simple: he once again threw a punch. An overwhelming surge of fist force crushed forward.
Thud!
The Zhao disciple was directly sent flying, tumbling off the arena platform.
Ye Yunfei turned and walked towards yet another Zhao disciple.
The Zhao Family was one of the great clans of the Eastern Barrens, its halls boasting a wealth of talent over many generations. Not a few of its younger disciples had entered the Monstrous Prodigy List.
"Brat, setting yourself against our Zhao Family—have you thought of the consequences!"
In the plaza, an elder appeared, harshly rebuking Ye Yunfei on the arena.
"As I just said, your Zhao Family came looking for trouble," Ye Yunfei replied indifferently.
As he spoke, Ye Yunfei walked up to another Zhao disciple. This one sat on the cushion representing the one hundred and ninety-eighth rank. Seeing Ye Yunfei approach, his heart began to panic in disarray.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Putting on a brave face while trembling inside, the disciple shouted at Ye Yunfei.
Thud!
Without wasting breath, Ye Yunfei directly punched this Zhao disciple flying off the arena, where he immediately fell unconscious.
"It's your turn."
Ye Yunfei walked towards the next Zhao disciple.
"This kid really intends to drive every Zhao disciple off the arena!"
"He truly dares provoke the Zhao Family of Donghuang like this! His courage is enormous!"
...
Witnessing Ye Yunfei's actions, everyone was utterly astonished.
With such conduct, he had offended the Zhao Family of Donghuang far too severely!
"Brat, you're seeking death!"
Seeing Ye Yunfei walk towards him, the Zhao disciple hardened his resolve. He stood up and roared at Ye Yunfei, taking a step forward to actively confront him.
"Very good. Some spine.
Then, on this arena, let all the Zhao Family disciples come at once. Don't waste my time," Ye Yunfei said indifferently.
Then, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood in place, waiting.
"What?
This kid is too arrogant!
He actually wants to fight all the Zhao Family disciples on the arena at once!"
"This is too spectacular! I thought the most exciting part of this Lesser Lantai Gathering was the battle between Mo Qingxuan and Ximen Yijian. Little did I know, *this* is the most exciting moment!"
...
In the plaza, exclamations and discussions rang out one after another.
At this moment, Ye Yunfei had become the absolute center of attention.
Meanwhile, every single member of the Zhao Family wore furious expressions.
The Zhao Family was a great clan of the Eastern Barrens, accustomed to being revered and feared. They never imagined that today, a mere brat would dare provoke them so blatantly under the gaze of this massive crowd.
"Brat, you're far too arrogant!"
On the arena, all the Zhao Family disciples erupted in rebuke.
"I'll repeat myself. All Zhao Family disciples, come together. Don't waste my time.
Otherwise, my next moves will be exceedingly heavy-handed," Ye Yunfei said indifferently, still standing with hands clasped behind his back.
"Enough! Brat, I advise you to quit while you're ahead.
Everyone able to remain on this arena is a young genius of the Eastern Barrens. We will not tolerate such insult!
Return to your current cushion and do not stir up further trouble."
Suddenly, a voice spoke out from the arena.
It was a young man in a blue robe, sitting cross-legged on the cushion representing the thirteenth rank.
"Not convinced?
Then join them." Ye Yunfei replied indifferently.
"You!"
The young man in blue flushed with fury.
"It's Meng Cha!
He's always been friendly with the Zhao Family disciples. Looks like he wants to stand up for them!"
Someone recognized the blue-robed youth's identity and cried out in a low voice.
"Young man, know when enough is enough."
On the arena, another voice spoke up.
It was a tall, thin young man sitting cross-legged on the cushion representing the eighth rank.
"It's Lü Qian. His mother is from the Zhao Family!"
Others recognized the tall, thin youth's background.
"Join them as well."
Ye Yunfei swept a glance at the tall, thin young man and said indifferently.
"Heavens! Has this kid gone mad, provoking so many people at once?
No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly take on so many young geniuses simultaneously!"
"Too crazy! It's the first time I've seen someone so arrogant. I've truly broadened my horizons today!"
Gasps and exclamations rose continuously.