Chapter 1588: He is a ruthless man with few words

Guan Ping glanced at Ye Tian, his eyes filled with indifference and disdain.

"Young man, who are you?"

After Fifth Elder Fei Qing returned to Yunxia Mountain, he was ashamed to speak about losing to a Young man, so he didn't elaborate much. Thus, these people didn't know who Ye Tian was or the extent of his cultivation.

"I am Ye Tian."

Ye Tian remained his usual cold self, maintaining his style of being ruthless and speaking little.

"An unknown nobody, you are not worthy of being my opponent. Let Ye Bufan come over."

As the Seventh Elder of Yunxia Mountain, Guan Ping's cultivation was also at the Martial Saint Late Stage, and he didn't put Ye Tian in his eyes at all.

"You are not worthy."

Ye Tian said indifferently.

"Oh my goodness, how dare he speak like that to someone from a Hidden Sect? Does this guy not want to live?"

On the boulder, Yang Zixiong immediately looked indignant.

Although he was just an ordinary person and didn't understand Martial Dao, he had heard a lot from Park Ji-sung. Hidden Sects were high and mighty, far more powerful than the experts of the Secular World.

Di Qingsheng, who had once been dealt with by Ye Tian, was now gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Uncle, how long do you think this guy can last? Will he be killed by the Seventh Elder as soon as he goes up?"

"Does that even need to be said? They are powerhouses from Hidden Sects, not just any random person can compare to them."

Yang Zixiong swore confidently, "I bet this guy will die in one move."

After he finished speaking, a middle-aged man sitting on another stone nearby became displeased. He was the one who had placed a heavy bet on Ye Bufan winning.

"I say, how do you talk like that? The fight hasn't even started, how do you know who will win or lose?"

Yang Zixiong pouted, "I just know. I'm stating it here today: if that kid wins, I'll eat excrement while doing a handstand right here."

This guy was full of confidence when he spoke now.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and looked up at the lake.

Seeing that the other party didn't put him in his eyes at all, Guan Ping's expression immediately turned cold.

"Kid, since you want to die, I'll send you on your way."

After speaking, he no longer held back. His figure flashed, and he appeared before Ye Tian, unleashing a powerful punch.

A full-force strike from a Martial Saint Late Stage expert, the punch carried a sharp gust of wind, causing the surrounding world to change color. A fierce wind swept through, and the lake water beneath their feet surged, as if space itself was about to collapse.

"Oh my god, do you have to be so powerful?"

Although the onlookers were far away, their clothes were still flapping wildly in the strong wind.

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fluttering, and they were completely shocked by the scene before them.

"Hahahaha, I told you that kid would surely die today."

Yang Zixiong and the other person laughed heartily, stood up from the stone, and excitedly watched everything unfolding before them.

Ye Tian floated in mid-air, his feet planted, his expression calm, like a massive rock in a surging wave, unmoving.

Watching Guan Ping's punch come closer and closer, he suddenly raised his right hand and also threw a punch.

The two fists collided, first with a dull thud, followed by the sound of bones cracking.

"Hahahaha, did you hear that? That kid's bones were all broken…"

Yang Zixiong laughed again, but before he could finish, a figure in mid-air flew backward. It was none other than Guan Ping, who had been so arrogant moments before.

One arm hung limply by his side, a bloody mess, his bones clearly shattered.

"Uh…"

Yang Zixiong's laughter stopped abruptly. He never expected this outcome!

Facing an expert from a Hidden Sect, shouldn't Ye Tian be the one injured? Shouldn't Ye Tian be the one defeated? How did Guan Ping end up like this?

Not only him, but everyone else present was completely dumbfounded. Before, everyone had been guessing how long Ye Tian could last: three moves, five moves, or ten moves?

But no one expected this result: the battle ended in one move, and Guan Ping was utterly defeated.

The people of Yunxia Mountain were even more so. Originally, Hong Sihai's face still held a calm smile, thinking he had a sure victory today, but he never expected to lose the very first match.

What surprised him even more was that he couldn't discern the depth of cultivation of this Young man before him.

Furthermore, this Ye Tian was clearly Ye Bufan's subordinate. If even he was so powerful, then how high was Ye Bufan's cultivation? It seemed this trip was not as simple as he had imagined.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, the battle was not over, and Ye Tian showed no intention of stopping.

His figure flashed, and he appeared before Guan Ping again, then unleashed another punch, instantly radiating killing intent.

"Junior, how dare you!"

To demonstrate the fairness and impartiality of this battle, the people of Yunxia Mountain kept their distance, mostly over a thousand meters away.

Xu Liang let out a loud roar, wanting to go to the rescue, but it was already too late.

Before entering the arena, Ye Tian had already received instructions from Ye Bufan. Since Yunxia Mountain was foolish enough to provoke them again and again, they had to be shown a lesson. Therefore, this time, he held nothing back.

Guan Ping had already been caught off guard by the previous punch.

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punch, and his True Qi was in disarray. How could he possibly face Ye Tian's earth-shattering blow now?

In his desperate eyes, a fierce Qi energy swept over him, overwhelming everything, and then with a bang, he turned into a sky full of blood mist.

Blown up with one punch!

The dignified Seventh Elder of Yunxia Mountain, a Martial Saint Late Stage powerhouse, not only suffered a crushing defeat in one move but was also completely shattered into a blood mist. Even his Primordial Spirit was torn to shreds by the fierce Qi energy.

"Oh my goodness! This is too overbearing!"

Everyone's hearts were stirred by a raging storm, yet the entire scene was dead silent.

After a brief silence, the onlookers instantly exploded.

"Oh my god, who is this Young man? His methods are too domineering…"

"Damn Hidden Sects, they talk big, but they can't even block one move from him…"

"It's over, it's over. I'm completely screwed this time. It looks like I'm going to lose everything…"

Park Jae-sang's side had already prepared everything, just waiting for the victory to be celebrated with music, but they never expected the opening to be such a result.

At this moment, the Park Family members were dumbfounded. If Yunxia Mountain truly lost to Ye Bufan this time, their fate was also imaginable.

Setting aside everything else, the loss of 100 billion alone was something they could not bear.

In contrast, Li Hai Zheng was still relatively calm: "Patriarch, don't panic. As long as the Grand Elder is still here, we are sure to win today!"

Park Jae-sang thought about it, and it was true. Today's anchor was Hong Sihai, a dignified Emperor Realm powerhouse. As long as he was still there, today's match would not be lost.

Thinking of this, his mood immediately calmed down a lot.

On that large stone, Yang Zixiong's eyes were wide like bells, and his mouth was agape, unable to close for a long time.

At this moment, he cursed Guan Ping's ancestors eighteen generations over in his heart. Aren't you a super awesome Hidden Sect? Can't you fly with Qi? Aren't you the Seventh Elder of Yunxia Mountain? How the hell can't you even block one move from him?

The middle-aged man next to him immediately burst out laughing: "What did you just say? If that Young man wins, you'll eat excrement while doing a handstand. Start now!"

At this point, Yang Zixiong could only deny it, his face flushed as he shouted: "What are you so proud of? I was talking about the final result. What's the use of winning just one match? Didn't you see they still have four more people?"

And just then, an angry roar echoed through the air.

"Malicious junior, how dare you kill my Yunxia Mountain's Seventh Elder!"

Immediately after, a figure flashed, and Xu Liang appeared before Ye Tian, his eyes filled with the flames of hatred.