Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 940 940: Coincidence

Master Qi completely ignored it, transforming his fist into a palm and shaking his head at Ye Fengsheng's voice.

"Zizi."

A piercing noise tore through the air, even producing booming roars that shattered eardrums, allowing those around to clearly see the marks left by the claws in the sky!

Even the Purple Cloud Fairy couldn't help but retreat a half-step; cold sweat seeped from her skin under the power of those claws.

He knew that if it were him, he would be severed by those claws!

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's voice didn't hide at all. One foot stood on the ground, another stepping forward. A ghostly shield manifested around him.

Like the fibrous membrane left behind after peeling an eggshell, it swayed gently in the wind.

A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, feeling the scorn from Mr. Qi, ignoring the cruelty dealt to his own hand.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, even the air seemed to twist. After a very blurry impact at their point of contact, several pillars of blood suddenly burst from Mr. Qi's body, turning bricks and stones at his feet into powder.

Then, the massive force repelled his body which, after tracing a parabolic arc through the air, collided heavily against a tower within view.

Everyone fell silent, only Ye Feng remaining, his voice and eyes unchanged, indifferently glancing over Zhuang Wen.

For a moment, the air turned as cold as the sound of cicadas; no one dared to make a noise!

The inner core, a formidable beast capable of melting bones, could this specter born of Heaven and Earth's Spirit be defeated by you all?

Seeing Ye Fengsheng withstand such a fierce blow, the expression on the Purple Cloud Fairy changed dramatically, filled with regret in his heart. How could he bring us such an intense persona? If we share heritage with him, there will be dissatisfaction. Shouldn't my life cease here?

Moreover, now the compass controlling the sect fell into his hands. He merely wanted to leave, unable to find a reason to do so.

The scholar from Nazhuang had a complexion ashen as paper, filled with regret over the words he previously uttered. Didn't he make it clear to Ye Fengsheng that Master Qi urged him to move? I have discord with him, but I'm now afraid I'll be on the slay-list.

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud boom erupted from the small tower. Master Qi stumbled into it, rising from the wreckage in the air. His whole body's veins burst open, blood flowing like little streams, dyeing his body red.

But Master Qi was not afraid at all. He showed no pain on his steely face. Instead, after the bang, a faintly illusionary tiger slowly appeared around his body.

From a distance, Master Qi and the tiger were now identical.

Watching him take two steps barefoot, looking for a direction, his movement would guide the magnificent tiger swooping down like a tiger descending a mountain.

That momentum, people could even hear a "snap" sound from air ripples left in its steps!

The sky and earth changed their color for it!

Who would expect this master to condense his spirit into such a specter!

Seeing the tiger charging at Ye Feng, people only felt pressure descending from above. At the time, their movements slowed. Luckily, Shinan reacted quickly, pulling Zhuang Wen aside to dodge. The rest saw this and fled helter-skelter.

In front of a tiger as large as a house, they wisely distanced themselves from Ye Feng's voice to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Only Ye Fengsheng stood proudly, unmoving, his face turning pale with the tiger's approach.

His raised palm conjured the transparent ghost again around his body. It seemed to shatter instantly.

"Ye Fengsheng! Today of next year will be your death anniversary!"

With a desperate shout, Master Qi's face turned cold, crimson tears seeping from his eye corners.

Simultaneously, the tiger covering him bared its fangs and let out a deafening roar!

Whish!

Master Qi's fist became tiger claws. With a punch aimed at Ye Fengsheng, a fist-like cannonball shot towards him. Meanwhile, the tiger's elevated forepaw struck directly at Ye Fengsheng's head.

This punch and claws, even the sound shattered under their weight, descended directly upon Ye Fengsheng with world-ripping force!

A massive pit appeared on the ground. Stone bricks around it cracked inch by inch, then they were enveloped by vitality, twisting into limestone powder, vanishing without trace. Yet the seemingly fragile body-guarding ghost still clung tightly to Ye Fengsheng's voice, unmoved by external commotion!

"That's impossible!"

Realizing this, Master Qi roared in the air, preparing for another punch. The wavering guard started spinning fiercely, then unleashed a force several times stronger than before, exploding like a whirlwind of leaves, destroying the magnificent tiger into nothingness.

Due to this force, the air distorted, allowing people only to see a white hurricane shoot across the sky.

Seeing this, the Purple Cloud Fairy quietly headed for the door.

Uncertain who won or lost, he only knew whichever, Ye Fengsheng or his brother, survived, not much good would come his way.

No matter how great the heritage, preserving one's life was paramount. Although two people jointly inherited it, he knew some unknown truth of which one's birth and success after acquiring the door could be of benefit or detriment.

They absolutely couldn't venture to gates more or less auspicious. Either Ye Fengsheng or his brother who won had to set for those deadly gates for inheritance. Thus, displaying their strength, fearing neither had aptitude for escape!

If so, how could you defeat them?

Better to flee! Preserve Qingshan in the forest, wait till future opportunity arises, and then reclaim the heritage!

Unexpectedly, thinking the white hurricane erupted suddenly with unmatched force resembling autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, generally sweeping everything in contact aloft. For a brief moment, whether his Purple Cloud Fairy or a group in Zhuang Wen Shinan, all turned into wreckage fluttering in the wind.

Long after, the hurricane slowly subsided; a figure leapt from the large pit on the ground. He lowered his hands, standing, watching those trembling, howling, slightly furrowed brows, waving people in the wind.

Like mist stains on glass, a gentle wipe, the matchless swift hurricane instantly vanished.

"Dingdang."

People fell on the ground, in dire straits. Further so, some lacked strength to rise, collapsing where they lay. With grateful eyes, they gazed at Ye Feng's sound standing amid the cloudless gentle breeze.

Ye Fengsheng completely ignored it, after studying the meaningful Purple Cloud Fairy, turned, gazing at the massive pit behind him.

It's only now impossible forever to live like before, as with Master Qi akin to a beast lying at the pit's bottom, drenched in blood-soaked black and red.