Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1209: Feeling Regret

He has immense power; thus, he feels regretful about his solitude and wants to take the lead.

Isn't it easier to be caught by ancient skills if we drag two people from the same door? Why is there such a dilemma?

"Boom!"

Another loud noise. The middle-aged man couldn't stand firm. In the face of the parched and murderous Ye Fengsheng, he had no chance to counterattack. He could only retreat hastily to avoid the sharp swords immediately cutting down.

He hasn't wasted time over the years. Now, he possesses such formidable power. Otherwise, he would turn into countless pieces under Ye Fengsheng's sword.

Generally speaking, Kunlun Cultivators are naturally a bit more advanced than Ye Fengsheng. After all, the process of cultivation still emphasizes the accumulation of foundation and years. But because Ye Fengsheng's ancient techniques are purer than those of outside cultivators. Even if at the same realm, this Kunlun Cultivator's realm is a bit higher, as long as he hasn't entered the Primordial Era infant stage, he can stand undefeated and even grasp the initiative!

The dark sword body rapidly unfolded around the watery colors and golden light. With Ye Fengsheng's wrist turning, the air was torn again and again. The sword flowers splitting the earth quickly forced the opposing Kunlun Alchemist into a desperate situation.

In his eyes, there was an intense point. He is a Monk with many years of cultivation. Even if the opponent practices ancient family techniques, he cannot defeat them!

It is precisely this thought that urged him to condense his aura. After fiercely shaking his sleeves, he swung and trained with two light rings.

"Hum~!"

Precisely due to this hesitant counterattack, Ye Fengsheng's Sword Edge cut through these two spiritual exercises, and solid prowess landed on the Kunlun Cultivator's shoulder.

With a "crack," two groups of hot blood gushed from the shoulder of the Kunlun Cultivator with a weak heart. Due to the pain, his eye corner twitched for a moment. He quickly retreated, the spirit within his body surging rapidly, facilitating the rapid regrowth of the granulation at the wound.

"You are not from Pei."

With one slash, Ye Fengsheng stopped, the Black Sword in his hand flickering and disappearing. He bullied forward, raised his hand, hitting some middle-aged man's cheek, who reacted slowly: "Who are you?" How do I know I am a member of an ancient clan?"

The Kunlun Cultivator, whose fist couldn't even land, had all his bones creaking under Ye Fengsheng's fist.

This is obviously the younger generation; they can't even have their own grandchildren. How do they have such profound realms?

"Boom!"

Facing the air, Ye Fengsheng walked out from his large chest, coldly speaking amidst the smoke-covered ground: "Tell me who you are!"

"I am the Kunlun Monk, Yonghe!"

A mouthful of blood flowed from his mouth. The middle-aged man couldn't bear such physical exertion.

The formula clearing the heart ran quickly inside. Let the Fishpass skip away more swiftly. Ye Fengsheng always followed closely. Under the dark night sky, the figure of pursuit and escape gradually approached.

Due to Yu Tonghe's long Taoist cultivation, the aura of his body is extremely surging. Ye Fengsheng's cultivation of ancient techniques comprised an oppressive aura, appearing strongly unilaterally only during mutual combat. In the same situation, Yu Tonghe's exhaustive struggle against spirits and escape means Ye Fengsheng wishes to catch up with him and yet can't catch up for a while.

The whole body filled with Spirit. Yu Tong and Yaya escaped. He didn't understand why Ye Fengsheng could discern his disguise behind him, but he knew that if he couldn't break free, tonight he would die here.

"Let's see how long you can keep running!"

The black radiance in the hand flashed by, a sharp sword light mixed with watercolor and gold appeared in the sky. In the dark sky, a beam of dark light was drawn out, tracking straight after the fish ahead.

The sword wasn't so powerful, it even didn't bring much power, but it left its mark in the night sky.

Sensing the sharp fish spikes behind him and his pupils, he thought in his heart "No way." As he intended to dodge, he didn't expect Ye Fengsheng to grip his left hand. That red dagger sliced through the night sky, carving out a bright red meteor trace. Simultaneously, Fishpass and his right arm descended from the sky, blood gushing profusely.

Yu Tonghe's body trembled continuously. He bit his teeth. Under the stimulation of pain, his speed didn't decrease but increased instead.

Ye Fengsheng lowered his head, looking at his drooping right arm, hanging a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. As his spirit surged, he rapidly approached Yu Tong.

"Since you have come, what do you plan to do? Do you think you can escape?"

The distance between them was about 10 meters. Yu Tonghe's stature paused a meal. The spirit within his body was galloping madly. The blood on the severed arm was unheard of. The momentum of his entire body suddenly rose to the peak. A face beaten by Ye Fengsheng seemed a bit awkward, now it was covered with Holy Light.

Ye Fengsheng simultaneously halted, his gaze became more cautious.

Ever since China joined the World Trade Organization, too many unexpected means have emerged. Whether messy assassinations, or those fools deliberately causing harm and loving others at first sight resulting in blunders sometimes you cannot figure out who killed them, he clearly was a calculated individual, but the outcome is that the perpetrators first self-destruct. Is there anything to say about it?

Of course, saying that we must guard against what should be guarded is indeed strange. Otherwise, Yu Tong would be harmed by this scheme. In the Kunlun people's eyes, it's he who suffered losses!

When Yu Tonghe's surging spirit within his body turned into a thunder and entered Ye Fengsheng's ears, Ye Fengsheng carried a teasing expression. His hands hung between heaven and earth, quietly waiting for Yu Tonghe's surging spirit within his body to transform into countless flesh and eyes, witnessing a monstrous thunder like a giant python. Until these thunderous sounds lit up half of the sky like daytime white, only then did he wave his hand slightly.

When the momentum reached the peak, Yu Tonghe exchanged a glance with him. In the air, Yu Tong waved the remaining arm coldly saying, "Heavenly Thunder is foolproof!"

"Blow hard!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, a golden hand appeared from behind, its shape somewhat like glass. It easily destroyed those preparing to depart as if intending to destroy heaven and earth. It struck heavily on the back of Yuduo River, blasting his entire body and spirit, vomiting a large amount of blood alongside countless internal organs.

"What's wrong with thunder?"

If unheard, Ye Fengsheng glanced at Yu Tong, Yu Tong transformed into a meteor falling, lightly watching. "I still can freely in and out, even if thunder and fire are not an issue. Thunder, what's wrong with it?"

As soon as his words fell, his figure vanished in the middle of the sky, appearing before the already dead Yu Tong and the earth.

This time, he could be sure that Yu Tong was gravely injured. This hollow palm left any monk residing in the Jiedan Realm with broken bones. Thus, he ultimately did not shake the power in his hand, but let it break naturally, avoiding a devastating explosion destroying the heaven and earth. Otherwise, Yu Tong wouldn't even leave a corpse behind. How could he live then?

Fingertips surrounded by aura, finally catalyzing condensing into a colorless flame jumping in the palm. Ye Fengsheng tossed the gun into Yuduo River's body before holding the elderly man with the gun, flying back to the hotel.

After resting for a while, Ye Fengsheng passed by Tian Yu's team.