Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Upon hearing Ye Fengsheng's icy words, the middle-aged man opposite him merely raised his eyelids slightly. There seemed to be no emotional fluctuation, yet the Spirit flowing from within him was palpable.

"Let's see what kind of capital you, Ye's abandoned child, have in this place I've only heard others talk about!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and stomped his foot in the air. His body did not lift off. The transparency of the air beneath his feet ripped countless chaotic cracks into his arm. When the killing intent brewed in his hand, he suddenly disappeared from his original spot, leaving only cracks in the sky, which looked terrifying.

Ye Fengsheng did nothing; he turned slightly, seemingly casually, and easily avoided the fierce claw wind that appeared beside him.

Then he raised his hand, clenched his five fingers, and lifted the knuckles of his middle finger. He accurately struck the tense elbow joint through his wide sleeve but failed to eliminate its power. Instead, he was shocked by the Spirit brewing inside, which sent ripples of Spiritual Energy.

"It's best to make use of these clever measures."

With a twist of the wrist, the claw turned into a fist. The middle-aged man snorted coldly. The first gust was fierce and left illusory traces as he skimmed through the air.

Ye Fengsheng's eyebrows raised slightly. In his eyes, the skies and heavens formed small ripples. He released his fist, raised his fingers, and his three fingers aligned parallelly. His fingertips were filled with Spiritual Energy. After a while, he correctly blocked the fist swinging towards his face.

"Crack."

A series of resounding explosive sounds quickly spread, as if something had broken through a barrier, which was quite astonishing.

The fist halted. A flash of pain appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. He was suppressed by it, his instinctively stopping fist hovering in mid-air, trying to retract. However, Ye Fengsheng grasped it in his palm first, taking a half-step back behind his body. As he pulled it, he raised his knee to hit the abdomen.

Certainly, this was not a member of the younger generation. When dealing with Ye Fengsheng's persistence, the middle-aged man was not stingy about exchanging blows with Ye Fengsheng. As the heel left the ground, his soles lifted gently. When the abdomen was hit, the body took the opportunity to enter, yet the fist remained in Ye Fengsheng's palm, but it was not hurried. After the body twisted in a bizarre manner, Ye Fengsheng's foot stomped heavily on his side waist, and when Ye Fengsheng was in pain, he extended his hand. His body swung back and forth like a pendulum. It was as if he borrowed Spirit from the air, suddenly losing footing. Then a deep footprint appeared in the air.

This foot should be stepping on the wall!

The original force concentration in that punch made it three points stronger than any subsequent step. It burst into Ye Fengsheng's embrace.

The two collided, and Qiqi fell. When they hit the ground, Ye Fengsheng was underneath, with a solid knot behind him in contact with the blue tiles below. The ground cracked like a spiderweb spreading in all directions, as if struck by a meteorite.

After all, Ye Fengsheng's fist did not fall on his own chest. Instead, Ye Fengsheng's knee hit the middle-aged man's abdomen on the shattered stone monument, but he was not eager to see the result of the impact. Ye Fengsheng's Spirit soared into the sky, leaving the man. He did not forget to lift his leg and kick towards the man's head again.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, blood flowing from his mouth. He looked up, knowing it was Ye Fengsheng's work.

Ye Fengsheng twisted his wrist, and countless transparent short swords shot out from his palm, like a sea dragon piercing through the sky. They contacted the Spiritual Bodies heading straight to the empty palms, and for a moment, various intense hand-to-hand sounds could be heard.

Only by contacting five short swords could a Spiritual Avatar be destroyed. With each Spiritual Avatar falling, the middle-aged man's face appeared somewhat solemn. When 32 Holy Spirits were formed, Ye Fengsheng had already removed the last short sword from his hand, charging straight towards his front gate.

He knew that once the empty palm was formed, today's matter would become completely chaotic. Therefore, the middle-aged man hastily retreated, his hand seals quickly spinning, attempting to gather two Spiritual Bodies to break through Ye Fengsheng's blockade line and shatter the empty palm.

Ye Fengsheng slightly raised his eyebrows, watching the rapidly rotating handprints before his chest, his fingers filled with Spiritual Energy. While in the air, he detonated a visible pure energy, precisely hitting a major position on his body, immediately halting his aura from transferring to the fingerprints on his palm, causing his aura to surge, almost to its detriment. The original Spiritual Avatar was also employed to disperse the fog.

The middle-aged man who wasn't interrupted by Ye Fengsheng's stomping was somewhat bewildered, appearing slightly dazed. Ye Fengsheng's fist firmly clenched in front of his chest, the clear fracture echoed from his body into his eardrum. For him, mentioning the Spirit's resistance within his body was already too late,

"Bang!"

The white fist tied with protruding bones remained fixed, the spectacular aura from the fist fully unleashed onto a large region of the middle-aged man's body. The explosive energy flipped the corpse in the air, flew it off into the sky, leaving a shadow, and then landed heavily on the ground, trailing a line of blood.

Clenching his fist, halting his steps, Ye Fengsheng no longer attacked. Instead, he stood still, observing the man struggling on the ground. He weakly said: "If you think because of Wen Renshi, I dare not strike. If you push beyond your limits, I'll cut off your head!"

The middle-aged man bit his teeth, striving to rise from the ground. However, the force from Ye Fengsheng's prior fist was considerable. This body fully bore the weight of the power discharge, and with injured bones, any excessive strength would present concealed dangers inside the body. The risk outweighs the benefit!

As he spoke, Ye Feng turned his head slightly, quickly glancing at the swollen cheek in the distance. He was surprised to see Wen Renhao, with mockery at the corners of his lips, turned and slowly walked towards Wen Renhao's courtyard.

A surge of enormous resentment rose from his heart to the sky, but the huge gap between the two suppressed the contempt feelings caused by Ye Fengsheng within Wen Renhao. Neither the trembling body nor the painful cheek dared to meet Ye Fengsheng's gaze and only forced down the hatred within his heart.

"Execute the death penalty, elder!"

Until Ye Fengsheng's figure completely disappeared from view, Wen Renhao dared to approach that middle-aged man, cautiously lifting him up.

Gripping Wen Renhao's arm tightly, the execution elder gritted his teeth. After a long pause, he spat out a word:

"Let's go!"

Yes, things ended here. What if we lost face and still not left?

Do you intend to summon the seven elders from the Law Enforcement Hall? How could Ye Fengsheng claim he is a guest too? He never made any mistakes. How can he be captured? Just due to a word? Or because of poor mood?

In my opinion, the words of the two elders joining the World Trade Organization with the legacy were exaggerated. Now, Ye Fengsheng truly said it.

The "Heavenly Breaking Sword" killed! And indeed used half-step far greeting, with even better power!

But how old is he!

In the execution elder's heart regarding Ye Fengsheng, there was no hatred or resentment. There were only fear and dread!

Who can imagine the future accomplishments of a half-step baby at this age?

When Ye Zhi was at this age, he was anxious about how to break through Jiedan!

Fortunately, he is no longer your person. But why is he a Ye's?

Why can such an outstanding person not hear the names of others?