Chapter 1569: Cloud Piercing Palm

“Little Fan, you’re here.”

Seeing Ye Bufan, Situ Changkong and An Daoquan were overjoyed. They had just been on the verge of collapse under the pressure of a Martial Saint expert.

At this moment, Ye Bufan took over everything for them. The two immediately felt a weight lift from their bodies, then slumped onto the chairs behind them, completely devoid of strength.

“Young man, who are you?”

Seeing this Young man appear and effortlessly take on his Aura, Fei Qing’s heart churned with shock.

One must know that anyone capable of withstanding his pressure had to be at least a Martial Saint expert, yet this Young man in front of him was clearly only in his twenties.

To reach the Saint-Grade at such a young age, even within a Hidden Sect, he would undoubtedly be a Genius among Geniuses.

Moreover, Feng Xiaokuang, as the Sect Leader’s son and known as Yunxia Mountain’s top Martial Dao Genius, had only reached the Early Stage Martial Saint under the Sect’s full cultivation.

However, the Spiritual Qi in the Secular World is thin, resources are scarce, and most Martial Dao Legacies are low-level martial arts. How could such conditions produce a young Martial Saint?

While he was still stunned, Feng Xiaokuang had already erupted in rage.

From the moment they met, he had claimed Situ Dianmo as his woman, vowing to never allow anyone to touch her.

But now, first Situ Dianmo threw herself into his arms, then walked hand-in-hand with him. This was simply touching his inverse scale.

“Bastard, let go of her immediately!”

Before Fei Qing could recover, Feng Xiaokuang had already struck out with a palm towards Ye Bufan’s face.

“Get lost!”

Ye Tian’s figure flickered, appearing before him, and he threw a punch upwards.

This punch was incredibly violent, carrying endless pressure, instantly startling the still-stunned Fei Qing.

“Young Sect Master, be careful!”

Feeling that the cultivation of this Young man before him was in no way inferior to his own, Fei Qing’s face paled in shock. His duty was to protect Feng Xiaokuang’s safety.

If the Young Sect Master were to be injured, he would have no way to explain it to the Sect Leader upon their return.

Thinking of this, his figure flickered and disappeared from his original spot, then reappeared in front of Feng Xiaokuang. With one hand, he grabbed his waistband, rapidly retreating, and with the other, he met Ye Tian’s close-range punch.

Fists and palms met, and with a booming sound, the two instantly shot out like cannonballs, sent flying back more than ten meters, crashing with a thud against the wall behind them.

The clash of Martial Saint experts was astonishingly powerful. A strong Qi wave swept through the surroundings, turning countless pieces of furniture and decorations in the room into dust.

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Fortunately, as the headquarters of Xuanyuan Pavilion, An Daoquan had previously reinforced the room with many Formations, otherwise, the room would have collapsed.

Fei Qing and the other person steadied themselves, their hearts filled with shock and lingering fear.

The shock was at Ye Tian’s power. Just now, he was still shocked by Ye Bufan’s cultivation, but in the blink of an eye, he discovered that another Young man was equally formidable, his strength even surpassing his own.

The fear was for Feng Xiaokuang’s safety just now. If he had acted even a step later, the Young Sect Master might have already perished in the Yellow Springs.

Once Feng Xiaokuang died, he would be unable to bear Feng Qianli’s wrath.

Little did he know that, at Ye Bufan’s instruction, Ye Tian had only used a small portion of his strength in that punch. If he had gone all out, even Fei Qing would not have been able to withstand it.

Feng Xiaokuang naturally didn't know this either. He had always been arrogant and reckless, and his earlier attack was a momentary surge of impulsiveness, without any consideration for the consequences.

Even in his subconscious, he believed that no one among the Young man of the Secular World could be his opponent.

As a result, just the aftermath of Ye Tian’s punch had caused his Qi and blood to churn, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. If Fei Qing hadn’t intervened in time, he might have already been blown apart by that punch.

“Young man, you dare injure me!”

After recovering, the fellow immediately became enraged and ordered Fei Qing, “Fifth Elder, kill them for me!”

As the Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain, he had been pampered since childhood and always had his way. Now, suffering setbacks one after another, a murderous intent instantly arose in his heart.

Fei Qing, however, knew his own difficulties. The cultivation of this Young man before him was in no way inferior to his own; it would likely not be easy to kill the opponent.

But the Young Lord had given the order, and he could not disobey, so he could only steel himself and step forward.

He looked at Ye Bufan and Ye Tian, “Young man, do you know what you are doing? We are from Yunxia Mountain, and you have just offended our Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain!

Considering the difficulty of cultivation, we will give you a chance now. Quickly kneel and apologize, and our Young Sect Master might still spare your life. Otherwise, there is only death.”

Facing the two individuals, Fei Qing was not entirely confident, so he could only invoke the name of Yunxia Mountain, hoping to intimidate the other party.

After all, as Yunxia Mountain, one of the Three Mountains and Six Sects, it still held some deterrent power in the Martial Dao world.

Unfortunately, he had picked the wrong people. The two individuals before him did not put their Hidden Sect in their eyes at all.

“Yunxia Mountain, is that right? I already said, in my eyes, it’s nothing!”

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These two fellows, failing in their attempt to propose marriage, actually resorted to directly snatching someone, which had already ignited the anger in Ye Bufan’s heart.

“Do you really think your Hidden Sect can do whatever you want? Here, you are nothing.

Yesterday, I crippled one of your Ninth Elders, and today two more jumped out. You really are seeking death.”

“What? You crippled the Ninth Elder? You are that Ye Bufan?”

Fei Qing was startled. He had originally intended to wait for the Sect’s reinforcements before acting, but he hadn’t expected to run into them directly today.

While he was shocked, Feng Xiaokuang was filled with anger. “Damn it, how dare you be an enemy of my Yunxia Mountain! Fifth Elder, quickly kill him!”

Fei Qing secretly cursed him as an idiot. If I had the confidence, I would have acted already. Would I still be wasting words here?

Just one Ye Tian already made him extremely wary, not to mention another Young man beside him whose depth he couldn’t fathom.

Although he couldn’t discern Ye Bufan’s strength at all, according to the primary and secondary relationship between the two individuals before him, he should be stronger than the previous Ye Tian.

But before he could make a Move, Ye Bufan waved his hand at Ye Tian: “Trespassing into Xuanyuan Pavilion and offending the two Elders, break their limbs directly as a warning.”

His original intention was to kill these two individuals, but this was Xuanyuan Pavilion after all. If he really killed the Young Sect Master and this Fifth Elder, Yunxia Mountain, in its rage, might retaliate against Xuanyuan Pavilion, which was clearly not what he wanted to see.

It was precisely for this reason that he suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

“Yes!”

Ye Tian replied, taking a step towards Fei Qing.

“Young man, you’re looking for death!”

Although Fei Qing was wary, seeing the opponent disregard him so completely still ignited the anger in his heart.

Moreover, only one person on the opposing side was acting, which immediately made him much more relaxed.

His figure flickered, appearing before Ye Tian, and he struck out with an incredibly fast palm.

The sky full of palm shadows transformed into illusory, ethereal clouds, making it impossible to distinguish between true and false, yet carrying boundless force and killing intent. It was Yunxia Mountain’s ultimate technique, the Cloud Piercing Palm.

In order to defeat the opponent as quickly as possible, he immediately used his trump card upon striking.

The most formidable aspect of the Cloud Piercing Palm was its indistinguishable true and false, making it difficult to discern its reality.

However, Ye Tian didn’t even look, directly throwing a punch. Regardless of whether you are real or fake, I will break through with one punch!

In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, all illusory Moves are but fleeting clouds.