Chapter 1570: Beating Feng Xiaokuang

As Fei Qing considered Ye Tian’s simplified punch, an unstoppable feeling rose in his heart.

Left with no choice, he could only meet the punch, and the two of them exchanged blows again, clashing fists and palms.

Fei Qing initially held onto his previous impression, thinking that his cultivation was on par with Ye Tian’s, and even if he couldn't defeat him, he wouldn't suffer a loss.

But the moment he made contact with the other party’s fist, an unparalleled force, like a surging tide, instantly shattered his palm power, and then he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

At this moment, his heart was filled with horror; he finally realized that Ye Tian hadn't used his full strength before, and he was actually in the Great Perfection Realm of Martial Saint.

“How is this possible?”

He was truly too shocked; even the entire Yunxia Mountain had never produced such a young Prodigy.

As for Ye Tian, he didn't give him a chance to be shocked; since his Elder Brother had given the order, he had to execute it without compromise.

Just as Fei Qing's body was retreating, he reached out and grabbed his ankle, then slammed him onto the ground like a broken sack.

Fei Qing was already scattered by the fierce and unmatched punch, and now, before he could gather his True Qi, he was thrown again, losing half his life.

Immediately following, two crisp cracking sounds came from his legs, and a heart-wrenching pain ensued; both of his legs were brutally broken.

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

With his legs crippled, Fei Qing was enraged, and he fiercely struck Ye Tian's abdomen with both fists.

According to his thoughts, even if he died, he would take the other party down with him, but unfortunately, things were completely different from what he imagined.

Although his fists struck the other party's abdomen, it was like hitting a steel plate or colliding with a mountain.

Not only did he fail to injure Ye Tian in the slightest, but he couldn't even make the other party budge.

“This… a Body Cultivator?”

Fei Qing was once again incredibly shocked; Body Cultivators who could reach Saint-Grade Great Perfection were incredibly rare, and he had actually encountered one.

And just then, Ye Tian’s hands had already gripped his wrists, followed by two more cracking sounds of bones breaking, and both of his arms were completely crippled.

“Ah!”

Fei Qing let out a tragic cry; as a Late Stage Martial Saint expert, he had never imagined that he would have a day when his limbs would be crippled by someone.

Situ Changkong and An Daoquan, who were nearby, were completely dumbfounded; this was an expert from a Hidden Sect, a Martial Saint-level master, how could he be crippled just like that?

Who was this Young man? How could he possess such powerful strength?

Ye Tian, however, paid no attention to what others thought; after completing the task assigned by his Elder Brother, he kicked Fei Qing in the abdomen, sending him flying directly, and he landed with a thud in front of Feng Xiaokuang.

“I…”

Feng Xiaokuang was completely stunned; as the Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain, an expert from a Hidden Sect, he had never imagined before descending the mountain that he would be defeated by someone from the Secular World.

A few days ago, he still held a condescending mindset, viewing people from the Secular World as ants, feeling that his departure from Yunxia Mountain was like a god descending to the mortal world, possessing incredibly powerful strength, and earning countless respects.

But now, all of this before his eyes shattered his illusion; first, the Ninth Elder was crippled, and now the Fifth Elder also had his limbs broken.

“Kid, are you crazy? How dare you touch someone from my Yunxia Mountain!”

Feng Xiaokuang roared furiously at Ye Bufan and Ye Tian, still holding onto his condescending mindset.

“What? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Can’t you see clearly?” Ye Bufan said, stepping towards him, “Since you can’t see clearly, then I’ll prove it to you again!”

“Kid, what are you going to do?”

Watching Ye Bufan approach, Feng Xiaokuang involuntarily took two steps back.

Although he was arrogant and conceited, he wasn't a fool; even Fei Qing, a Late Stage Martial Saint, was no match for the other party, let alone him, an Early Stage Martial Saint.

“I’m telling you, I am the Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain, my father is Sect Leader Feng Qianli, an Emperor Realm expert, if you dare to touch me, you will all be completely finished…”

In desperation, this guy could only bring up his father and Yunxia Mountain, attempting to intimidate the other party, but it clearly had no effect, and what awaited him was a huge slap.

With a loud slap, his protective True Qi was directly shattered by this one slap, and he was sent flying over ten meters, crashing against the wall with a bang, then spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

“You… you actually dared to hit me, you’re dead, I am the Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain…”

Feng Xiaokuang climbed up from the ground, his eyes spitting fire; he had grown up in Yunxia Mountain since childhood, always protected by the aura of his Sect Leader father.

Normally, no one in the Sect dared to defy his wishes, let alone hit him.

Now, being beaten like a dog by Ye Bufan, his heart was filled with humiliation and anger.

“Young Sect Master, is that right?”

Ye Bufan smiled coldly, then another big slap landed.

“Bastard, you’re dead, I declare you dead…”

Feng Xiaokuang roared furiously, and another big slap responded to him; after being hit more than ten times consecutively, this guy slowly recognized reality and finally shut his mouth obediently.

Ye Bufan came before him again: “How about it? Do you know now? Do I dare to hit you?”

At this moment, Feng Xiaokuang’s cheeks were completely swollen, looking like a pig’s head.

He shouted, putting on a brave front: “What exactly do you want?”

“That’s a good question!” Ye Bufan said, “No matter if you are a Hidden Sect, or whatever Yunxia Mountain, proposing marriage is one thing, but to forcefully abduct, that is simply unforgivable.

For someone like you, breaking your two legs isn't too much, is it?”

“Junior, if you dare to touch my Young Sect Master, Yunxia Mountain will not let you off…”

Fei Qing, who was nearby, was about to stop him, but before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked out of the door by Ye Tian.

Feng Xiaokuang looked at Ye Bufan approaching, and cried out in terror: “You… you… you dare, I am the Young Sect Master of Yunxia Mountain, my father is Sect Leader Feng Qianli, an Emperor Realm expert…”

“Alright, you don’t need to repeat it, my memory is very good, no need to say it a second time.”

Ye Bufan directly interrupted him, “No matter who it is, if you do something wrong, you must bear the consequences, not even the King of Heaven, let alone your damn Yunxia Mountain.”

After speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and Feng Xiaokuang's two legs were broken.

“Ah!”

Although Feng Xiaokuang had stepped into the threshold of Martial Saint, he was ultimately a spoiled rich kid who had never suffered any hardship; now that his legs were broken, he immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Situ Changkong and An Daoquan both changed their expressions; they didn't expect Ye Bufan to act so decisively, actually breaking Feng Xiaokuang's legs.

They hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

And the four Park Family bodyguards Feng Xiaokuang brought with him were now pale with fright, each standing there trembling.

They were just ordinary people; even the experts of Yunxia Mountain were beaten like dogs, so how could they have the courage to act?

Ye Bufan was too lazy to bother with these few people; he waved his hand and said, “Take those two and get out of here quickly!”

The four bodyguards immediately felt as if they had received a great pardon, and carrying Feng Xiaokuang and Fei Qing, they scurried out.