Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 962 962: Cloud Hand

The elders below, still moving sluggishly, could never have imagined that Ye Fengsheng not only survived the landslide but also caused such severe damage to the Sect Leader.

How could this be? How is this possible! It's truly shocking!

The Cloud-piercing Hand is a skill that increases power by increasing distance. If the sect leader responsible for Jiedan, exercising his high position through force, still couldn't withstand Ye Fengsheng, doesn't that mean Ye Fengsheng possesses the strength to compete with the Jiedan Kingdom?

No.

He is on the defensive! And with a mere 10% of his power, his hand pierced the clouds while also causing the Sect Leader such severe harm. From this angle, Ye Fengsheng's aura is likely that of a monk from the Jiedan Realm!

Such a young man in his early twenties, still wet behind the ears, even claimed to be a child, could he truly be a great monk in the Jiedan realm?

In celebration of the Sect Leader entering Jiedan, Ye Fengsheng brought everyone such a great surprise!

Watching Ye Feng, filled with murderous intent, descend from the sky, trembling, he slowly advanced toward the palm, an emaciated elderly with a split heart and a gall bladder!

Is this still a human? This is a devil!

"I say, today, I will kill you."

Every step he took left a deep footprint on the hard granite. Ye Fengsheng walked all the way and finally stopped before the Jiuzhen Palace, opening his mouth and saying coldly: "If you do not come out, I will dismantle the Jiuzhen Palace of Nine Heavens and chop off those who should be killed, just like that. Since you have started and called for my life, this is it. So today you will not stay in the Nine True Palaces."

As these words were spoken, the entire audience fell silent.

At this moment, not a single person even dared to cast their gaze toward Ye Fengsheng, what family honor or disgrace, what century-old foundation, when compared to one's life, who can care about much?

Having offended such a realm's great monk, even if Jiuzhen Palace flees today, losing a great life force, how could it be of much use?

We are all monks. We gather only to obtain better training resources. We do not need to compete with others for disaster and happiness.

If Jiuzhen Palace fails, naturally, there will be other clans willing to take them in. As long as they survive, all things are possible. But if more people see Ye Fengsheng and think they were intentionally retaliating, killed on the spot, wouldn't that be a wrongful death? How regretful!

"Buck!"

Ye Fengsheng's downward punch stopped not far from his palm. The air was filled with spiritual ripples, which was not terrifying.

The Sect Leader already responded to the dullness of his brain. Although the previous tactic seemed tragic, it could be intentionally covered up, except for the tactics that did not react in the first few attempts, leaving no fatal injuries.

When he entered Jiedan, he was still exhausting spiritual energy, doing his utmost to pierce through the clouds. Now, as time passed, he finally recovered some.

Shaking off his spiritual power in his palm, he cut down Ye Fengsheng's punch in the air. He jumped from the ground, his feet not touching the ground. He clapped in the air.

The latter first came, seemingly slow for a while, but when taking a breath, this palm already landed on Ye Fengsheng's large mouth, unpolluted, and already twisted a skirt on Ye Fengsheng's large mouth.

The master's magic power is so pure in this kind of hasty counteraction, still wearing the Cloud Hand!

"I say, today, I will kill you!"

Ye Feng stood silently in place, surrounded by a fierce breath, hardly touching his hand in the original place, like shattering a piece of glass, breaking the defensive spirit on the Sect Leader's hand, his fist heavily wrapped in the large mouth, landing.

In a flash, both spirits erupted in the era.

"When will grievances ever be repaid?"

The person in the robe sighed and lowered his hand: "I also ask the donor to consider the boundless face, put down this hatred, and resolve this misunderstanding."

"Infinite?"

The Law Enforcement Elders of the Jiuzhen Palace changed faces before Ye Fengsheng could react, crying out in shock.

"Isn't it a monk from the Guiyuan Temple, a master with infinite greatness?"

For a moment, several elders around were in shock. How could they imagine themselves and made friends with the world-renowned monks joining Guiyuan Temple?

We must know that more than twenty years ago, the masters entered Jiedan, an existence in the monastery people need to look up to!

When joining the WTO, he did not get the name of Guiyuan Temple. Instead, he made a name with iron fists in the monastery. It wasn't until he exchanged experiences with a famous predecessor in the earthquake repair realm and passed away that everyone realized that there was more than one master from the monastery!

Since that battle, although he survived, he had not been seen for more than twenty years, and the dragon has never shown its beginning or end! He thought he would be a mentor today!

"What?"

Ye Fengsheng's voice remained cold: "Does your Guiyuan Temple also dislike this peaceful world, wanting to interfere with my affairs?"

"If that's the case, why not see if I can walk to your Guiyuan Temple in the future and find a way to make your master say so!"

How arrogant!

The elder's face changed dramatically, filled with resentment.

Talking to the abbot of Guiyuan Temple, do you think Guiyuan Temple is what? Do you generally go with Jiuzhen Palace? Do you think going to the Nine True Palaces to Guiyuan Temple is too arrogant?

Do you know that Guiyuan Temple is one of the most important temples in the world, even a Saint seated in the Yuan Ying Kingdom! Even under the same conditions, would you dare to be arrogant?

Unexpectedly, the master did not get angry but put his hands together and offered a gift. He said: "If the donor does not stop donating, he will not stop and leave. If the donor does his own thing, he cannot sit back and watch his good friend become the soul of the donor's sword."

Characters like him have heard harsher words countless times. How could he care about the irrelevant words of Ye Fengsheng?

"Hiss!"

The black and red Blade swayed in the sky. Ye Fengsheng held the sword, and darted out. The black and red blade left a shadow in the air. It seemed there was an invisible ghost crying between heaven and earth. It seemed to scare everyone away.

"Obsession, sin, sin."

He walked forward two steps, teaching the aching palm behind him, wearing a hunting robe.

"Ah!"

Ye Feng's voice came with momentum, never stopping to retreat. He stepped onto the ground, releasing all his spiritual energy. He was surrounded by a golden aura, like a Buddha descending to earth.

His body swayed significantly, and every step he took left a large pit on the ground, like an impact shattering rocks!

Although the movements seem to be open and close, they were not slow at all. Ye Fengsheng rushed forward, but the latter's feeling, as if he was the Leader of this assault!

The exposed fist's golden light was as strong as pure steel.

The distance between them was only ten steps or so, then flashing. Close to the golden fist, with Ye Fengsheng's Blade. For a while, they were magnificent, the dazzling golden light obscured the sun on the horizon. They were like being in the sun, hard to distinguish between each other!