The leader of the Daofeng group arrived personally.
At this moment, Qiu Xiaotian in his hand was on the verge of death, able to perish at any moment.
"Leader... Leader!"
Seeing Zhou Wudao, Shen Feihu was not excited as if he had seen a savior, but his eyes were filled with panic, saying, "Leader! Quickly... escape..."
He had already witnessed Ye Ming's terrifying power before.
He was certain that their leader was no match for the opponent.
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Zhou Wudao's brows furrowed fiercely, his expression somewhat displeased, and he said coldly, "Feihu! You disappoint me greatly!"
In Zhou Wudao's opinion, as the vice-leader of the Daofeng group, being so frightened by the opponent made him wonder what face their Daofeng group had left.
Moreover, the opponent was a young man.
"No! Leader! Quick... escape, you are not his opponent! Quickly... Ah!"
At this moment, Shen Feihu roared desperately, with a hint of pleading in his voice.
As long as Zhou Wudao was alive, the Daofeng group might still have a glimmer of hope.
However, his pleas were seen as incompetence and weakness by Zhou Wudao.
"Trash!"
Zhou Wudao's face turned extremely grim, and the aura emanating from him grew even more formidable. He casually threw Qiu Xiaotian to the ground and looked at Ye Ming, "I don't know what means you used to make that trash so terrified, but..."
*Clang!*
With a sword's hum, Zhou Wudao's long saber, which he carried with him, cut through the sky. A sharp blade aura caused the temperature of the surrounding air to plummet rapidly.
"I will make you understand that whoever dares to kill my son will pay a price worse than death."
At this moment, Zhou Wudao's killing intent had reached its peak, like a storm and a tsunami, crushing towards Ye Ming.
"A dignified Half-step Martial God! Still stuck in the Blade Aura stage, not even comprehending Blade Intent. I truly don't know what you are so proud of?"
Ye Ming gently waved his hand, instantly dispelling Zhou Wudao's killing intent.
He had no interest in opponents like Zhou Wudao.
Despite Zhou Wudao having reached the Half-step Martial God realm, his actual strength was far inferior to Xie Wuling, whom Ye Ming had defeated.
Even though Xie Wuling was at the late stage of Martial Emperor, his comprehended "Fearless Sword Intent" not only made him invincible among his peers, but even some early-stage Martial God realm powerhouses were no match for him.
It was a pity that after Xie Wuling's Sword Heart was annihilated by Ye Ming, he had fallen into despair.
If he could reforge his Sword Heart, then in the future...
"Arrogant!"
Hearing Ye Ming's mockery, a shrewd glint flashed in Zhou Wudao's eyes, as if his sore spot had been poked.
Blade Intent!
Hadn't he longed to comprehend his own Blade Intent?
But after five years of seclusion, there was no progress at all.
Therefore, he gave up his pursuit of the path of the saber and instead poured all his energy into improving his realm.
He spent another five years to barely raise his strength from the late stage of Martial Emperor to Half-step Martial God.
This!
Was his limit.
"Brat! I will let you know that arrogance comes at a price! The dignity of a Martial God cannot be challenged by anyone."
As Zhou Wudao gripped his saber with both hands, preparing to attack Ye Ming again, the latter suddenly spoke, "Group Leader Zhou! Save your strength! Your opponent is not me!"
At this moment, a playful smile still hung on Ye Ming's lips.
"What! You want to beg for mercy?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Wudao sneered, "Don't worry, I won't kill you immediately! I will imprison you and let you experience... Hmm!"
Before he could finish his threatening words, his expression suddenly tensed, and he had a bad premonition.
Just now, he had felt a powerful aura approaching.
The strength of this person seemed to be no less than his own.
"This aura... why does it feel a bit familiar?"
As the aura gradually drew closer, the uneasiness in Zhou Wudao's heart grew stronger.
"Zhou the imbecile! Take your life!"
*Boom!*
While Zhou Wudao was still guessing who was approaching, above and in front of him, a terrifying fist pressure carrying destructive force descended from the sky. Accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, it rushed directly towards him.
"This is... Empty Void Fist!"
Facing this surging fist pressure, Zhou Wudao had no time to think. He sheathed his saber, a ferocious glint in his eyes, as his true qi surged like a tide.
"Slash!"
The saber emerged, accompanied by a dazzling saber light, carrying the might to split the heavens, and forcefully blocked the terrifying fist force.
The two forces tore at each other, like two storms colliding. The scattered terrifying energy spread outwards madly. If left unchecked, the surrounding buildings would be destroyed in an instant.
"Ye Ming! This..."
Seeing that the energy had already spread, Yan Xu was worried about harming innocent people.
"Don't worry!"
Ye Ming pointed towards the direction of the colliding storm, and a transparent energy barrier directly enveloped the two of them.
The aftermath of the battle was finally contained within a certain range.
"Xie An! You're crazy!"
At this moment, Zhou Wudao naturally knew the identity of the other party.
The Hall Master of the Martial Hall... Xie An.
He had actually come personally.
"Zhou the imbecile! You killed my son, this hatred is irreconcilable!"
With a roar, Xie An condensed his fist force again and swung it out fiercely. This blow was even more domineering than the previous one, and the destructive intent contained within it was even more terrifying.
"Madman! Utterly foolish!"
Seeing that the other party was determined to fight to the death, Zhou Wudao also became enraged.
"Saber Sweeping the Eight Wastes!"
He held his saber with both hands, countless true qi converging between his arms. With a leap and a slash, a dazzling saber glow once again collided with the destructive fist force.
*Boom!*
At this moment, the ground where they stood had been completely destroyed by the two terrifying energies. Countless flying fragments annihilated in the air, and the air was constantly compressed, as if it were a forbidden zone on Earth.
If not for the protective barrier set up by Ye Ming, the aftershocks of their battle, once leaked, would likely have leveled the area within hundreds of meters, turning it into scorched earth.
This was the destructive power generated by two cultivators nearing the Martial God realm clashing.
*Bang!*
Finally, after dozens of exchanges, the two of them managed to stabilize their figures.
However, their faces had become somewhat pale. Their hair was disheveled, and their bodies were stained with a considerable amount of scarlet.
This was... a mutual destruction.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Wudao supported himself with his saber, and blood continuously poured from his mouth.
And Xie An, opposite him, was also kneeling on the ground, his internal organs damaged, and he was severely wounded.
"Xie An! The one who killed your son, I have already crippled him for you! I originally wanted to bring him to you as an explanation, but I didn't expect... *cough*!"
As he spoke, Zhou Wudao coughed a few more times. In the blood he coughed out, there were even some pieces of flesh.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wudao felt extremely aggrieved.
He had personally crippled Qiu Xiaotian, intending to resolve the matter.
But who would have thought that the other party would attack without giving him a chance to explain? This not only cost the Daofeng group a Martial Emperor but also yielded no benefit.
He himself was also seriously injured.
This was completely losing the wife and also losing the soldiers.