Chapter 1744 - 1620: You Are Not Worthy

Chapter 1744: Chapter 1620: You Are Not Worthy

"Old friends?" Ye Qingfeng shook his head lightly, "Just by you, you are not worthy!"

"Indeed, you are still so arrogant." Wan Potian stared at Ye Qingfeng, his eyes carrying a hint of gloom, "Honestly, I really want to see one day when you’re ruthlessly crushed under my foot, the majestic Ye Kill God, bowing and pleading. I wonder what kind of interesting expression that will be."

"You’re too pathetic, there’s no chance." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

"Why the hell are you so arrogant? Just because you had some lucky encounters? Is your talent really amazing? When I was in the Ancient Martial world, I was praised by the supreme beings of the Ancient Martial world."

Wan Potian was instantly angered; he couldn’t endure Ye Qingfeng’s arrogance, couldn’t accept it. He was supposed to be the most esteemed person in Huaxia.

"As long as I find my destined chance, I will sooner or later crush you beneath my feet."

"Giving you a Spirit Mountain is useless, garbage is always garbage."

Ye Qingfeng walked towards Wan Potian in mid-air, step by step.

His hand held the Futu Sword, carrying a cold Sword Intent.

Last time, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t be bothered to chase Wan Potian down. Now that he’s come to me, then let him die.

"What the hell is Ye Qingfeng, I’m Wan Potian!" Wan Potian roared furiously, anger flashing in his eyes, his entire face contorted.

"Do you think I’m still the same Wan Potian as before?"

Wan Potian struck out, delivering a palm in the air, fiercely aimed at Ye Qingfeng, with an oppressive force as if crushing the whole firmament.

Wan Potian’s cultivation had improved once again.

Even Ye Qingfeng was slightly surprised.

Wan Potian’s cultivation, without any opportunities, should not progress this quickly.

"Ye Qingfeng, you forced me into this, everything taken from me, now let you compensate for it step by step!"

In the heavens and earth, the wind and clouds changed color, Wan Potian’s palm rolled like waves incessantly.

Huge pythons formed by Heaven and Earth Power suddenly attacked Ye Qingfeng.

A total of nine pythons hissed, chilling and terrifying, making one’s heart cold.

"Wan Potian seems even stronger now!" Zhong Ming said, looking at the figure on the screen.

He had fought against Wan Potian before.

"What should we do? Will Ye Qingfeng be in danger?" Shen Yingluo immediately worried.

She did not have a true understanding of a Martial Artist’s cultivation.

"Is this the past ruler of Huaxia? Indeed very powerful, I’m afraid not even the predecessor of Dongdu could be his match!" said a Japanese War Emperor Warrior.

A bunch of useless people!

Heize cursed coldly in his mind, he was a proud Japanese.

Especially now, before enemy Huaxia people, they were being thrashed by a Huaxia person with no ability to fight back.

They had to rely on another Huaxia person to deal with it. Such a great humiliation!

"Ye Qingfeng, isn’t my current state surprising?"

The pythons devoured, Wan Potian’s palm fierce and unyielding, laughed wildly as he shouted.

Extremely proud.

"A Half-step War God?" Ye Qingfeng sneered coldly, his eyes suddenly exploding with a trace of cold light.

"Trash!"

Ye Qingfeng’s left fist suddenly smashed out, with his left arm faintly flashing a crimson light.

"Hmph, strong words, since you want to compete with me, I’ll let you know what real strength is!" Wan Potian shouted, murderous intent overwhelming.

The palm wind, even more fierce.

He didn’t believe that Ye Qingfeng’s fist could be more formidable than his palm.

"Boom!"

The clash between fist and palm, a wave of energy spread out to the sea below, exploding with a bang like boiling water.

"Crack!"

At this time, the sound of bones snapping rang out, Wan Potian’s palm broke in response, his arm inch by inch shattered in Ye Qingfeng’s hand.

"Boom!"

A punch hit his chest, his entire body flung back violently like a bent slingshot.

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

"During the battle at Miwu Mountain, I needed to use the power of the Devouring Sky Pearl to fight against a Half-step War God, but now I no longer need it!"

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were extremely cold, softly murmured.

"How is it possible?"

Wan Potian shouted in shock, the gap between the two of them becoming even greater.

He had paid a huge price to obtain the Treasure from that elder, helping him break through to Half-step War God.

"I told you, there’s a gulf between us. In my eyes, you’re nothing but a dead dog!" Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were cold, once again attacking Wan Potian.

Sword Intent, extremely cold!

The murderous intent surged, Ye Qingfeng’s sword carrying flames but chilling and cold, wisps of Sword Intent with penetrating bone-chilling cold.

Making people feel boundless fear.

Wan Potian’s face changed drastically, his right arm broken, himself heavily injured, now completely unable to compete head-on with Ye Qingfeng.

He hurriedly dodged, barely countering smoothly, under Ye Qingfeng’s violent attack, continually suppressed.

Feeling utterly miserable.

Ye Qingfeng’s slaughter was extremely decisive, each sword aiming directly at Wan Potian’s life.

Any slight negligence would result in separation of life and death!

Wan Potian’s complexion was sweaty.

If he hadn’t just upgraded to Half-step War God, just a face-off would have resulted in his instant killing by Ye Qingfeng.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng’s Sword Intent surged forth, sending Wan Potian like a guest into an ice cave, a severe chill emerged, the Futu Sword soared, Sword Qi rising to the sky, then suddenly slashed down, Sword Qi shrouding everything.

"Puff!"

Sword Qi swept forth, Wan Potian’s eyes flashed with great horror, another mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

"Support, immediate fire support!"

The Escort Ship moved, bullets raining down crazily targeting Ye Qingfeng, crashing like a shower of petals.

"Rise!"

Ye Qingfeng raised a huge barrier, resisting these bullets head-on, planning to strike Wan Potian again.

This guy, Ye Qingfeng absolutely did not intend to spare him, seeking a one-time kill.

"Ye Qingfeng, you forced me into this!"

Wan Potian suddenly drew his sword!

This was not his original sword; it was a golden greatsword, shining with golden light, giving a feeling not of opulence, but of sanctity.

The massive sword appeared, then Sword Intent rushed into the sky, cold and grand, rising high, gale swept, dispersing clouds nearby.

"Is this the Holy Artifact of the Church Court?" Ye Qingfeng’s brow furrowed slightly.

This feeling was very much like the Holy Artifact of the Church Court.

Moreover, it felt more powerful than ordinary Holy Artifacts.

"Ye Qingfeng, how does your sword compare to the peerless greatsword in my hand?" Wan Potian coldly shouted, his eyes chilling and somber, "The sword in my hand is the first worldly sword, challenging the peak of the world. What do you have to compete with me?"

"Too bad Little Yue and Piao Xue already have Shadow Sword, don’t need this sword." Ye Qingfeng shook his head, very calmly, "Moreover, this sword does not suit them."

"But it can serve as a prize for the Divine Court." Ye Qingfeng nodded.