Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1123: Out of Control

The amateur watch ticked happily, the expert guarding the door; although not a martial arts genius, he practiced under Martial Arts Masters and was also a martial arts intermediary. Except for the elder Yin and elder Yang, everyone was acutely aware of how much power these two seemingly unconventional elders possessed. That is why when Ye Fengsheng simultaneously challenged the two unstoppable elders, their legs and abdomens began to tremble involuntarily.

This was much better than the two Yin-Yang Old Gods who couldn't take on Ye Fengsheng's voice. If they tasted this punch, would they be beaten to a bloody pulp on the spot?

This is damn hopeless! No kidding!

Therefore, wherever Ye Fengsheng's gaze landed, no one dared to meet his eyes! Even if there was a brief encounter, it would quickly divert as if nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

The same gunshot as before echoed in mid-air. As soon as the shot rang out, Ye Feng's voice vanished again. In an instant, the bullet could only hit the pit caused by the sudden burst of great force from the ground.

Driven by Spiritual Energy, how fast the body's reaction was, focusing as he charged forward the moment he sensed danger.

At this moment, Ye Fengsheng sounded like a running cheetah, agile and powerful, yet containing a certain human-like rush, the high-speed movement kicking up a cloud of dust on the lawn due to explosive force.

Countless bullets fired within the high-speed night wind, a series of dull bullets hit the ground where they passed. In the garden, even the startled people couldn't escape!

But except for the panicked ones, it's hard to have a larger effect!

Anyway, the bullets with traces left in the air always end up worse!

It's hard to hit!

"Found you."

His eyes had a glint of ferocity. When Ye Fengsheng stopped, his fist landed on the face of the person holding the gun aimed at him.

"Clap."

As the sound of bone cracking emanated from his face, the immense force turned into a giant wave, like ripples spreading over the water's surface, layer upon layer sweeping across his face.

"Oof!"

Finally, the cracks on his face extended to his temple, his pupils filled with horror, having no time for further changes, the splattered blood completely covering his eyes.

His straight back crashed to the ground, black and red fresh blood involuntarily spilling from the corners of the man's mouth, his eyes completely stained by the blood, finally reflected against the blue sky.

The voice of Ye Fengsheng, who punched the man to death, now appeared in another direction.

"Splash!"

A huge splash, a camouflaged body bobbing up and down in the water, slowly revealing a lifeless face.

"How can he be so ruthless!"

Chu Ziyuan was already like solid ground. He thought if he couldn't force Ye Fengsheng back to Jianghai City, then shooting him would definitely be safe. How could he have expected Ye Fengsheng to be so fierce, even if he didn't call himself the Yin Yang God, he wouldn't be killed by a bullet!

That's too exaggerated!

The lake water had calmed. Everyone watched as the figure slowly walked along by the lake. Even those fighters carrying multiple lives on their backs had trembling legs and eyes filled with fear.

They were warriors, not lifeless fools. Knowing rising meant death, who would dare to rise?

"Fair and square."

Ye Fengsheng wiped the grass on the ground with the sole of his shoe, having killed two gunmen who threatened him, his face was still unfazed.

Eyes locked, Ye Feng's voice glinted with a trace of ferocity. His arm slightly shook, pushing his hardened elbow against Fang Du's nose, forcefully driving forward. His energy was vigorous; when he looked out, he could clearly see a beast's head formed by his powerful breath was blown from his elbow towards Fang Du's cheek.

The grass on the ground was lifted as much as possible. Underneath the dust, in the Phoenix's leaf sound, deep grooves were revealed. Roaring beast heads carried countless dust. They snapped against the tree trunk behind them. Lush trees quivered, leaves falling to the ground.

Fang Du still stood in place, his muscles not even tensed, standing up, loosening, not retreating half a step, letting that typhoon-like fierce cheek surge out, not even a single eyelash twitched.

A man in a black suit was deeply shocked by the scene before him. How could they not imagine, in this dusty and tiring place day by day, he had such great power as his boss? How could they at such a crucial moment be hit hard like Ye Fengsheng's voice!

Without changing color!

Looking at the stance of these two people, it seemed they were in chaos after the typhoon invasion. They couldn't help swallowing. They had two vivid minds. They were also shocked by this effort. At this time, the muffled Chu Ziyuan was dragged back into the crowd.

After all, it was his boss, surviving, losing him for survival's sake. Now we must somehow make up for what was just done.

"I told you without Spiritual Energy you can't beat me."

Slowly placing his palm on Ye Fengsheng's elbow, Fang Yan was indifferent: "Or do you think such a meaningless process, the punching and kicking great feeling can wash away the hatred in your heart?"

A fierce color flickered between his eyebrows, Ye Feng remained silent and when his sole stepped on the ground, within half a meter, the mud suddenly sank into a layer. Just this hand alone showed 'Baji' was thoroughly used.

If a passing Baji practitioner saw this scene, he would surely bow to the Prime Minister. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"The literary Baji rules the world peacefully, martial Baji must achieve something great!"

The Baji Fist moving like a drawn bow was now executed by Ye Fengsheng, his body already extinguished by Spiritual Spirit. Truly, "Shake your hands, quake your feet, shake Jiuzhou!"

But everyone who saw was awed by the momentum displayed by their hands and feet!

Only Fang Du remained unchanged. Even if Ye Feng's voice was fierce, he just slightly furrowed his eyebrows. In those eyes, black and white intermixed, there was no color as facing a great enemy, only a touch of impatience.

Because he didn't understand why Ye Fengsheng deliberately suppressed Spiritual Energy, even if he practiced purifying the formula in his heart, it would never be so aggressive without revealing half the Spiritual Energy. This feeling was like Ye Fengsheng was truly a martial arts intermediary, not what Ye Fengsheng inherited from ancient people.

"I don't want to play with you anymore."

Under the cold gaze, letting Ye Feng's voice surge, Fang Du just grasped Ye Feng's fist, like pulling four taels of Tai Chi. He dissipated all of Ye Feng's voice displeasure, directly thrusting his body into midair.

Turning around in mid-air, Ye Feng's voice steadily landed, standing there, but hard to recover from. He looked forward to Chu Ziyuan, Chu Ziyuan hoped Fang Chen could make Ye Feng's voice disappear.

The original crowd immediately began to panic. After panic, the only place Ye Fengsheng resided was Chu Ziyuan, afraid he couldn't move.

"You guys..."

A face began to twitch. Hearing Ye Feng's voice, Chu Ziyuan struggled to squeeze out a smile and opened his mouth. In the air, a clear slap sound was heard.

"Pop!"

Just as the sound suddenly rang, Chu Ziyuan's head was dragged by the immense power.

Watching the incredulous Chu Ziyuan, after rolling twice on the ground, he covered his cheek, Ye Feng's voice slightly furrowed his brows.

Earlier, he wanted to kill this person directly, but suddenly recalling Fang Dun's plea for him, he held back a bit.

"You dare to hit me?"

Chu Ziyuan clutched his reddened cheek, seemingly unresponsive from the moment he was slapped, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.