Chapter 1651: Changes in Times

Feng Xiaokuang shook the short knife in his hand and laughed heartily, "Ye, do you think you're still in a position to negotiate with me? Do you believe I'll let these two Old things bleed right now?"

Feng Qianli, however, revealed a cunning smile, "This Old man is the Sect Leader of Yunxia Mountain, so naturally, my word is my bond. As long as you survive one of my palms, I will immediately let these two people go!"

Although this Young man in front of him seemed to only have Saint-Grade martial arts cultivation, he had previously slain Grand Elder Hong Sihai.

He was always a cunning and sly fellow and would not underestimate any opponent, so he naturally wanted to minimize the risk.

Lin Zhentian urgently cried out, "Xiao Fan, this guy is a despicable and shameless scoundrel, you absolutely must not believe him!"

Ouyang Lan also shouted, "Xiao Fan, did you hear me? Don't mind us, hurry up and leave!"

Feng Xiaokuang angrily said, "You two Old things shut up, do you believe I'll cut out your tongues right now?"

Ye Bufan hesitated for a moment, "Alright, I agree, but you must also keep your word."

"That is natural!"

As Feng Qianli finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he appeared before Ye Bufan, raising his hand and pressing a palm against his chest.

The power of an Emperor-level expert's palm strike was immense. Without resisting, he immediately flew back dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing against the mountain wall with a bang.

Then, he fell to the ground like a broken rag doll, his entire chest caved in, his sternum fractured, and his clothes completely soaked with the blood he had vomited.

"Xiao Fan!"

Seeing his son beaten to such a state, Lin Zhentian's eyes were about to split, but unfortunately, he was severely injured and had his acupoints sealed, leaving him with no ability to resist at all.

Ouyang Lan's tears flowed like a breached dam, uncontrollably pouring out.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect an Old fool to give birth to a little fool, truly just as foolish."

Feng Qianli strode over, reached out, grabbed Ye Bufan, and then brutally threw him to the ground.

Ye Bufan spat out another mouthful of blood and said weakly, "You… you promised me, quickly release my parents."

"To call you stupid is truly stupid. Didn't that Old thing tell you? I am always despicable and never keep my word.

You actually believe my words, just how stupid are you!"

Feng Qianli showed no shame, but instead laughed heartily with extreme satisfaction, "Since you are foolish, you must pay the price.

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You dared to break my son's limbs before, and today I will definitely get my revenge."

After speaking, he raised his right foot and stomped down fiercely. Only the sound of cracking bones could be heard, and Ye Bufan's two legs were completely broken.

"Xiao Fan, how muddle-headed you are!"

Lin Zhentian and Ouyang Lan were heartbroken and closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

"Kid, you're quite tough, aren't you? Let's see how long you can stay tough."

Seeing Ye Bufan's legs broken and him not uttering a sound, Feng Qianli found it unsatisfying. He then reached out and grabbed the other party's arms, snap, snap, breaking them into two pieces.

"How is it? Kid, isn't it exhilarating?"

Looking at Ye Bufan with all his limbs broken, his heart completely settled, and he laughed triumphantly.

Feng Xiaokuang also put away the short knife in his hand and arrogantly shouted, "Kid, weren't you arrogant? Where are your abilities? Come on then…"

This guy suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence, as a large hand tightly gripped his neck. It was none other than Ye Bufan.

"Uh…"

Feng Xiaokuang's eyes instantly widened. His neck was now tightly constricted, and he couldn't utter a single word. Even his True Qi stopped circulating, leaving only shock and confusion in his eyes.

Ye Bufan was clearly beaten into a cripple by his own father, with all his limbs broken, so how did another one suddenly appear?

Since there was one here, who was the other one? Why did they look exactly alike, with no discernible difference?

Not only him, but even Feng Qianli was utterly bewildered. There was clearly one lying at his feet, so who was the other one?

If he hadn't just felt the other party's presence with his own fists, he would have truly believed that all of this was just an illusion.

Lin Zhentian and Ouyang Lan also widened their eyes, looking at the one beside them, and then at the one at Feng Qianli's feet. They couldn't distinguish which was real and which was fake.

"How is it? Isn't it a pleasant surprise?"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, his face full of playful mockery.

Although he had flown with all his might using his sword, he was still a step too late when he arrived. Lin Zhentian had already been injured by Feng Qianli.

Seeing that both his parents had become the enemy's hostages, the top priority was to rescue them first.

If he faced other opponents, he could use methods like teleportation to rescue people, but not in front of Feng Qianli. He was a genuine Middle Stage Emperor-level expert, completely beyond his current ability to contend with.

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After careful consideration, he came up with a plan: he would quietly hide in the shadows, while Ye Erlang would first attract Feng Qianli's attention, causing both the Feng father and son to relax.

Only then would he suddenly strike and subdue Feng Xiaokuang, saving Lin Zhentian and Ouyang Lan.

As for Ye Erlang's safety, he had no worries. A bio-human with water bear gene was completely immortal. The broken limbs had already begun to regrow, and the caved-in chest had returned to its original state.

"This…"

Feng Qianli was once again shocked. He knew perfectly well how ruthless his attack had been and how severe the other party's injuries were.

Yet, he didn't expect the other party to recover in the blink of an eye. How was this possible? Could this be a monster?

He looked at the one in front of him, then turned his head to look at Ye Bufan a hundred meters away.

"Who exactly are you?"

"I am me. Didn't you capture my mother with the sole purpose of making me come here?" Ye Bufan smiled slightly, "Old thing, I'm telling you, don't harbor any messy ideas.

Although my cultivation is not as high as yours, I am absolutely confident that I can kill this useless person in my hand before you even make a move."

Although Feng Qianli's expression was calm, his heart sank.

He had indeed been thinking of that idea, wanting to find an opportunity to rescue his son. Now that his intentions had been seen through by the other party, he dared not act rashly.

"Speak, what do you want?"

"Is it what I want? It's your Yunxia Mountain that has repeatedly caused me trouble. As the saying goes, 'it's rude not to return a visit,' so naturally, I also need to cause you some trouble."

Ye Bufan said with a smile, "I saw you two father and son having a great time just now. Since this game is so fun, let's play it again.

You stand there obediently and don't move, let my brother punch you a few times. If you dare to resist, I will immediately twist your son's neck."

"You… you dare!"

Feng Qianli's face instantly turned a liver-like purple. As the saying goes, 'what goes around comes around.' He never dreamed that the game he had just played to torment Lin Zhentian would now fall upon his own head.

"It's just a game, what's there to be afraid of? What? Unwilling?"

Ye Bufan's expression turned cold after speaking, and he casually twisted Feng Xiaokuang's left arm.

He had been hidden in the dark before, and he had heard the father and son's plan clearly. He naturally had no pity for such a perverted and crazy person.