Chapter 682: Chapter 0600: None Can Escape
This is a spirit, unparalleled and unsurpassable.
A feeling of reverence rose simultaneously in the hearts of the Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard. Even if Ye Qingfeng truly fell here today, he would still be the Invincible War God, revered and feared.
"Ye Jiujie, I want you dead!"
Shangchuan Duan Shui was the first to leap out, the Chiyou Sword transformed into countless sword flowers, and the Sword Light howled forward.
Ye Qingfeng did not dodge or evade, his fists like a machine gun, relentless, with each punch shattering a Sword Light. The dark red Sword Qi collided unceasingly with the golden fist shadows, causing the entire sky to violently ripple under the raging Spiritual Power.
"Hey!"
The voice of Shangchuan Duantian resounded beside Ye Qingfeng as he swung the dilapidated White Blade from the upper left to the lower right, its massive blade light severing space, filling the air with a continuous shrill.
Ye Qingfeng shattered the Sword Light in front of him with a punch, then flipped, the power in his legs and the Spiritual Energy within him fully erupting, sweeping one leg onto the colossal blade light.
"Crack!"
The blade light shattered, and Ye Qingfeng, due to the immense force, was pushed back half a step. He was about to clench his fist and charge forward.
"Crash!"
A streak of Thunder exploded in the sky, with massive blue-purple lightning smashing down from above.
"Humph!"
Ye Qingfeng pressed his foot into the void, the air beneath his heel bursting, borrowing power from the air, fists crossed, striking out to the sides.
"Boom!"
The speed of the flashing Thunder Light was incredibly fast, striking Ye Qingfeng’s fists in an instant.
Ye Qingfeng’s body swayed, forcibly stabilizing himself, not being smashed out of the sky, but at the moment the Thunder Light touched his fists, it violently swung to the side, forming an extremely bizarre arc, already reaching behind Ye Qingfeng.
A leg swept out from it, imbued with the violent power of Thunder, Thunder Arc flickering, striking heavily on Ye Qingfeng’s back.
Ye Qingfeng’s brow slightly furrowed, protecting his back with Spiritual Energy, but the foot imbued with Thunder Power exploded with terrifying might, even with a tinge of the world’s blessing.
The Thunder flashed in the sky, and Ye Qingfeng’s form fell from the sky, crashing straight toward the ground.
"Bang!"
The crash caused the entire ground to tremble, with Yan Chen scattering.
The Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard stood at a distance, only able to stare blankly, unable to do anything.
A collision of this magnitude, should they be involved, would mean death in a mere instant.
The three masters stood high in the air, gazing down at the rolling smoke and dust, a look of pride in their eyes.
Especially Doug, although he was the last to strike, he ranked higher on the War God List than anyone present, but he knew well that in a one-on-one, defeating Ye Qingfeng would be incredibly difficult.
But at this moment, with two accomplices by his side, he could maintain his proud demeanor — why not?
"Geniuses are destined to be crushed, hey!"
Doug’s lips curled into a cold smile. If Ye Qingfeng were to be slain by them today, it would definitely become another sensational piece of news on the International Martial Artists Network, undoubtedly elevating his fame by another notch.
"Whoosh!"
The wind blew through, sweeping away the dust below, revealing a silhouette.
At this moment, he was slightly bending his legs, supporting himself on the ground with one fist, head slightly lowered.
The clothes on his back had already torn, exposing his healthy bronze-colored skin, and the ground around him had sunk ten meters, forming a small round pit, with him at its center.
"Even combined, is this all the three of you amount to?"
The indifferent voice rang out, and the three in the sky all narrowed their eyes, Shangchuan Duan Shui coldly said, "What did you say?"
Ye Qingfeng slowly raised his head, a playful smile on his face, but the battle intent in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest, instead becoming ever stronger.
He stood up, his body straight as a spear, ready to pierce the firmament.
"I said!"
"The three of you combined are not enough for me to fight!"
He grinned, a smile filled with an extremely dangerous undertone.
Before the three could speak, he extended his arms in front of him, black Divine Fire blazing brilliantly in the left palm, while the right hand curved its five fingers into a claw.
"Today, I will utterly remove the sixtieth, fortieth, and thirty-fifth from the War God List!"
Shangchuan Duan Shui and the others felt a foreboding sense rise in their hearts.
"Leaving Fire Golden Flames, Destructive Black Lotus!"
The first transformation of the Leaving Fire Golden Eyes was the Red Lotus Transformation, while the second was the Black Lotus Transformation.
Ye Qingfeng abruptly thrust out his left hand, black snake flames instantly enveloping his hand, forming a massive palm over a hundred meters in size in mid-air.
The fiery giant hand swept from below upward, aiming directly at the three.
"Dodge!"
Doug was the first to shout out, though he could transform into Thunder, it was merely a trick, not his true form becoming Thunder, but him wrapping himself in Thunder Power to achieve a temporary transformation.
The flames Ye Qingfeng unleashed were bizarre and perilous, and he dared not face them head-on.
Shangchuan Duantian and Shangchuan Duan Shui evaded even faster; previously, Shangchuan Duantian had almost been set ablaze, how could he not fear?
The father and son fled in opposite directions, yet Ye Qingfeng’s gaze had long been fixed on Shangchuan Duan Shui.
Just as Shangchuan Duan Shui escaped the range of the fiery giant hand, he stopped, only to feel a rush of deathly breath coming upon him in the next instant.
"Swoosh!"
In a whisper of Huaxia, Shangchuan Duan Shui stood immobile in the air, eyes wide open, the hand holding the Chiyou Sword trembling slightly.
His eyeballs seemed about to burst out, his right hand slowly reached upward, incredulous as it touched his throat.
"Ah!"
He opened his mouth, a bloodstain first appeared on his neck, then two, three, and finally five.
"Poof!"
Blood gushed from his neck, he clutched the wounds tightly, yet to no avail.
The gleam in his eyes quickly dimmed, his form plummeting from the air, his life force ebbing away.
"No!"
From several hundred meters away, Shangchuan Duantian’s eyes nearly burst at the sight of his son’s falling form.
He flashed across the sky toward Shangchuan Duan Shui, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze firm, with a razor-sharp smile on his lips.
"The second one!"
Just as Shangchuan Duantian covered several dozens of meters, a brilliant light span through the air, and as he turned, he saw the massive, fiery fingers formed from flames clamping shut.
He didn’t even have time to let out a scream before being thoroughly engulfed by the flaming giant hand, his form vanished without a trace.
"Fools!"
Doug shouted angrily, his heart filled with both shock and fear.
"Your turn!"
Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent gaze swept over, his terror escalating once more, a sense of unprecedented danger permeating him.
"No, can’t keep fighting him!"
Doug’s gaze flickered, seeing Ye Qingfeng preparing to strike again, suddenly turned and retreated, his form transforming into Thunder Light, streaking away.
Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard stood dumbstruck, unable to process.
The turn of events had transpired in an instant; Ye Qingfeng acted, killing two in a flash, frightening one into fleeing. What just happened?
Watching the Thunder Light flee, a chilling gleam flickered in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
"No one I, Ye Jiujie, seeks to kill can escape!"
The speed at which Thunder Light fled reached the pinnacle, but Ye Qingfeng remained unworried, his feet slightly shifting, and the Void Tripod Spiritual Power within him surged wildly.