The pressure of Ye Yunfei’s released physical force caused Ouyang Feng’s face to flush crimson, his body limp and powerless.
"Ye Yunfei, get the hell away from me!"
Panic and fury coursed through Ouyang Feng as he clapped his palms together.
Boom...!
The ground beneath him cracked open, and five yellow fists congealed from earth energy shot out, roaring towards Ye Yunfei with immense force.
Ye Yunfei didn't dodge or evade.
He was deliberately testing just how resilient the Great Completion stage of his Greenwood Emperor Body was.
Bang! Bang...!
Five fists bombarded Ye Yunfei's body, sending billowing dust and smoke curling into the air, making the very space tremble.
Ignoring the impacts entirely, Ye Yunfei's right hand rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant palm that swept forward.
Between two flashes of lightning, he snatched Ouyang Feng into his grip as if grabbing a small chick.
"No!
Su Ye, let me go!"
Ouyang Feng’s face turned deathly pale as he wailed.
Only now did he realize just how utterly pathetic his combat prowess was in front of this 'Su Ye'.
"You dare lay a hand on someone from our Ouyang Family? Do you have a death wish?
Release him immediately!"
Seeing Ouyang Feng captured, the other disciples of the Ouyang Family were thrown into panic. They charged forward one after another, trying to save him.
Boom! Boom...!
They launched frantic attacks, bombarding Ye Yunfei.
Still, Ye Yunfei did not dodge, allowing the strikes to fall upon his body.
Simultaneously, he threw punch after punch, each strike dropping one of the Ouyang Family disciples like a stone. In a flash, he had slaughtered over half of them.
Then, Ye Yunfei delivered a palm strike, shattering Ouyang Feng's dantian and crippling his cultivation, before conveying him into the Phantom Tower and imprisoning him.
The Houtu Sect had already been infiltrated by many people from the Ouyang Family. Ye Yunfei planned to settle accounts with them upon his return.
Having had his cultivation crippled, Ouyang Feng's face was ashen and filled with despair.
Swoosh!
Other martial artists sucked in cold breaths of fear, their courage leaving them.
They realized their attacks simply couldn't harm Ye Yunfei!
Whereas they couldn't withstand Ye Yunfei's attacks—a single fist could slaughter one of them.
How could they fight this?
Many martial artists had already begun stealthily retreating, preparing to withdraw from this battle.
"The effect is quite satisfying," Ye Yunfei thought, very pleased with the Great Completion stage of his Greenwood Emperor Body.
He had just been struck by numerous late-stage Minor Mystic Pill Realm experts, yet so far, he hadn't suffered a single injury!
In other words, Minor Mystic Pill Realm martial artists couldn't harm him!
"All of you, come over here and receive your deaths!"
Filled with killing intent, Ye Yunfei roared. He then activated his Heavenly Shadow Robe, his speed instantly skyrocketing to where it was invisible to the naked eye.
Thump! Thump...!
With every step Ye Yunfei took, he blasted another person to death.
Lu Fengxian, Lin Qingwei, and a few other late-stage Small Core Formation experts with exceptional combat power continuously unleashed moves, bombarding Ye Yunfei.
However, no matter how fierce their attacks were,
Ye Yunfei could easily deflect them with a single punch or palm, even forcing them back.
"Damnation!
How can his combat power be so terrifying!"
Lu Fengxian’s expression was extremely ugly.
"The Houtu Sect is merely a sect from Mu State, its strength far inferior to our Sacred Lands. How could they possibly nurture such a monstrous disciple?"
Lin Qingwei also furrowed her brows tightly.
Ye Yunfei's combat prowess shook her to her core.
"You're people from the Hu Clan?
Trying to avenge Hu Bo?
Fine. Then you can all die!"
At this moment, Ye Yunfei’s gaze locked onto the disciples of the Hu Clan from Yue State.
"Not good!
Everyone, retreat now!"
The robustly built man was greatly alarmed and immediately shouted.
"Too late!"
Ye Yunfei abruptly accelerated, charging toward the Hu Clan disciples, his rolling physical power crushing forward like a primordial, raging dragon.
Aah! Aah...!
Those Hu Clan disciples simply couldn't withstand him, falling one after another, instantly decimating their ranks.
"Su Ye! You’ve killed so many of my Hu clansmen! You’ll face our clan's wrath!"
The robustly built man watched, his eyes wide with fury, and roared.
Swoosh!
Ye Yunfei appeared before him, throwing a punch.
"Die!"
The man had nothing to lose. Holding a golden battle halberd, he swung it down towards Ye Yunfei.
Clang!
Ye Yunfei's fist sent the halberd flying, and his follow-up punch shattered the man's body.
"Your turn, Tianxuan Sacred Land."
Ye Yunfei turned, looked towards Lu Fengxian, and sneered.
"Withdraw!"
A cold weight sank in Lu Fengxian's heart. He no longer dared to linger, hastily shouting the order.
Immediately, the remaining Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples turned and fled.
"Run!"
Seeing even the disciples of Tianxuan Sacred Land escape, the other martial artists didn't dare stay a moment longer. Regardless of anything else, they turned and fled, cursing their parents for not birthing them with an extra pair of legs!
"Leave!"
Lin Qingwei shot a deep glance at Ye Yunfei and also gave the command.
"Trying to escape now? Too late!"
Ye Yunfei’s focus locked onto Lu Fengxian, and he gave chase.
With the tenfold acceleration of his Heavenly Shadow Robe, Ye Yunfei instantly caught up to Lu Fengxian’s back.
"Conqueror's Divine Fist!"
Sensing Ye Yunfei’s speed, Lu Fengxian knew he couldn't possibly escape. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and unleashed a boxing technique.
Immediately, a phantom image exuding overwhelming dominance materialized behind him, emanating a powerful aura full of savage authority!
Boom...!
That phantom image struck out with a colossal golden fist, smashing towards Ye Yunfei.
"An insignificant trick!"
Ye Yunfei took a step forward, channeling his Half-Dragon Strength into his fist as he swung it.
Bang...!
After a few more punches, the imposing phantom behind Lu Fengxian blew apart with a thunderous explosion.
Boom...!
Ye Yunfei's fist landed squarely on Lu Fengxian’s body.
"Spare me!
Don't kill me!"
In his last moments, Lu Fengxian cried out in desperate plea.
Splat!
His body exploded directly.
"No!
Senior Brother Lu is dead!
Run fast!"
The remaining few Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples were scared out of their wits, using every ounce of strength they were born with to flee into the distance.
"He actually killed Lu Fengxian!"
Far away, Lin Qingwei looked back and, seeing Lu Fengxian struck dead, was utterly stunned.
Her combat power was superior to Lu Fengxian's,
but to kill him so easily in just a few moves? Absolutely impossible for her!
"Run!
It's too terrifying!
This Su Ye is practically a massacre demon!"
Martial artists scrambled for their lives, running desperately.
"Ye Yunfei, what they say is true. You really are like a massacre demon!"
Da Di Daozhang looked at the countless corpses strewn around them and smiled bitterly.
"If I didn't kill them, should I have waited for them to kill us?"
Ye Yunfei stopped, not pursuing the fleeing martial artists further, and spoke lightly.
The number of battles and carnage he'd experienced was far, far too much.
He had long since grown numb.
"Let's go."
Ye Yunfei said.
"You've killed so many people. After we leave, the forces behind them will definitely come looking for trouble," Da Di Daozhang stated, pointing at the corpses on the ground.
"Then let them come.
When soldiers come, they will be blocked. When floodwaters arrive, earth shall be used to dam them.
The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with various crises and risks. If you fear this and shrink from that, too timid to act, future achievements will always be limited.
If they come to provoke me, I'll kill them.
All I seek is that one's thoughts flow unimpeded!
This is my martial's heart."
Ye Yunfei spoke evenly.
"Martial heart?"
Da Di Daozhang seemed to both understand and not understand.