"Old Dog, you’re seeking death!"

Ye Qingfeng did not respond, but cursed angrily.

In the critical moment of breakthrough, interrupted by this old thing, Spiritual Power backfired, almost leading to immediate fall; how could Ye Qingfeng not be enraged?

Now he had a massive concentration of Spiritual Power within him, boosting his strength significantly. The failed breakthrough led to this Spiritual Power being treated by Ye Qingfeng as a one-time consumable, and he fiercely bombarded this old thing.

"Hmph, ignorant of impending death!"

Elder Tong coldly snorted, although the youth’s powerful strength amazed him, he absolutely didn’t believe the youth had the capacity to match him.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

A fierce battle ensued, the two collided continuously, the booming sounds resounded throughout heaven and earth, the entire mountain trembled, and the surrounding wild beasts and birds swiftly fled, driven away by the two’s conflict.

"Boom!"

Yet another powerful collision, the two retreated more than ten meters, staring coldly at each other.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was calm, extremely indifferent, and then his heart trembled, almost spurting a mouthful of blood, though forcibly suppressed.

The Spiritual Power of Mid-grade Spirit Stone was too terrifying; originally meant for barrier breakthrough, now interrupted, fiercely colliding, scattering, tearing through Ye Qingfeng’s meridians, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Hatred burned in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes!

"Futu Sword!"

Ye Qingfeng coldly shouted, a fiery red longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, with fiery red flowing on it, resembling magma streaming on the blade.

"What a fierce Sword Force!"

Elder Tong’s pupils shrank suddenly, his facial expression was incredibly shocked, his eyes were fixed on Ye Qingfeng, his heart greatly shaken.

"No wonder you could steal the Medicine Field from Panwu Land. You indeed have some skills!" Elder Tong coldly remarked.

"You seek death!"

Ye Qingfeng coldly shouted, his figure flashing, transformed into a fiery red long rainbow, directly with one sword aiming to kill the old thing.

Kill!

Murderous intent was decided in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, the powerful Spiritual Power within him wildly circulated, the Futu Sword emitting an ear-piercing whistling sound, one sword slashing down.

"Hmph, regardless of your skills, today, if you don’t hand over the Medicine Field, you shall surely die!" Elder Tong coldly shouted.

His Heaven and Earth Power transformed into a giant palm, also aiming to kill Ye Qingfeng.

"Slash!"

Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword collided with the Heaven and Earth power palm, one sword slashed down, the palm instantly dissipated into smoke and clouds, Ye Qingfeng landed on the ground, extremely indifferent.

How powerful!

Elder Tong’s pupils shrank, the youth’s strength, truly kept him in constant shock.

Yet he didn’t notice, Ye Qingfeng’s hand slightly trembled as well.

Ye Qingfeng’s complexion slightly turned pale; the opponent, after all, being a Mid-level War Emperor, while he was still at the Peak Battle King, barely fighting, relying on the Spiritual Power of Mid Grade Spirit Stone.

If it wasn’t Ye Qingfeng wielding the Futu Sword but the earlier Flying Sword, he would probably not withstand this strike.

"You’re very strong, even beyond my imagined talent. How about you hand over the Medicine Field, I’ll take you back to the Ancient Martial World, and you join our Soul Devouring Hall; we’ll use the greatest resources to nurture you!"

Elder Tong stared at Ye Qingfeng, speaking utterly arrogantly.

At this moment, he surprisingly cherished talent, never having encountered such a prodigy.

"Nurture your mother, die you bastard!"

Interrupted breakthrough, Ye Qingfeng’s heart burned with countless furies, unwilling to waste words with Elder Tong, only wanting him to pay the price in blood.

He stepped forward, surrounding Spiritual Power frantically stirring.

"Hmph, ungrateful and stubborn!"

Elder Tong coldly snorted, his facial expression finally turning indifferent.

"Soul-breaking Palm!"

He unleashed his killer move, their Soul Devouring Hall’s powerful Martial Art, surrounding Inner Strength, forming layered Powerful Energy, pouncing towards Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng stood still, expression indifferent, motionless, seemingly dumbfounded by the old man’s killer move.

"Hmph, seeking death!"

Elder Tong remained indifferent, unclear what the youth was scheming, yet knowing, if the youth didn’t act now, under his Soul-breaking Palm, he would surely perish!

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng suddenly closed his eyes, releasing hold of the Futu Sword, which incredibly did not fall to the ground but vanished instantly.

"Daylight Slash!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes abruptly opened, flashing a brilliant gleam, three words slowly escaped Ye Qingfeng’s mouth.

Inexplicably, Elder Tong’s heart suddenly skipped, yet with his eyesight, he incredibly couldn’t perceive anything, utterly clueless what methods the youth had employed.

His accumulated surrounding Spiritual Power formed a semblance, aiming to protect himself.

"Whiz!"

Finally, a fiery red light suddenly flared, illuminating the firmament, Elder Tong’s pupils suddenly enlarged, incredulous. Too fast!

"Boom!"

The Futu Sword returned to Ye Qingfeng’s hand, at this time, a fierce explosive sound abruptly erupted on Elder Tong’s body.

"Boom! Boom!"

Even though Elder Tong had fully concentrated his Spiritual Power, the explosive power brought by Daylight Slash wasn’t easily repelled, a great smoke rose from Elder Tong’s body, obscuring his figure.

Yet Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense clearly perceives the scene within; he sensed the old head abruptly cough up blood, his Spiritual Power barrier shattered, several wounds appeared around him, indicating injury.

Sadly, he couldn’t slay the old thing with one sword!

Ye Qingfeng regretted internally, if this person were merely a War Emperor level one, he’d have long perished under Ye Qingfeng’s sword.

But this old head should be a Mid-level War Emperor; even Ye Qingfeng having executed Daylight Slash and switched from the earlier Flying Sword to the current Futu Sword, merely inflicted injury.

The smoke dispersed, and indeed, a tattered, scarred figure slowly emerged.

"Good, good! You unexpectedly dared to wound me; I, Tong Tianqi swear, will make you pay the price with your life!" Elder Tong furiously shouted, his eyes emanating beams of light.

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were ice cold, showing a cold smile.

"Then let’s see if you die or I die!"

Ye Qingfeng coldly gazed, Futu Sword in hand, fiery Sword Light constantly flickering, his surroundings seemed filled with fierce Sword Intent—overbearing, icy, and arrogant.

Tong Tianqi’s pupils contracted, his heart suddenly tightened; he had already been injured by the hands of an ordinary secular young man in his twenties!

His heart kept trembling, this young man’s strength and methods were too terrifying; he had no idea what other terrifying methods the young man might possess.