Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1260: Opposite

The sound descended, and beneath the soil lay two giant pythons, like massive dragons emerging from the depths, ascending with the momentum of the sky, rushing towards Ye Fengsheng, who lay with his neck bent on the old tree.

Ye Fengsheng emitted a Spiritual Energy that shattered the approaching pythons into fragments, then broke them further into countless rocks. They fell in all directions. The first target hit was the bent-necked old tree under Ye Fengsheng's feet. Within moments, its trunk broke under the dense shower of stones. It was impossible to see into the abyss below.

Ye Fengsheng stepped on the tree's tip and soared skyward. He wiped the dust off his face in front of the Kunlun Monk, looking down from above with an intelligent gaze, evoking the sound of robes flapping like hunting banners.

The Kunlun Monk felt enormously humiliated. He clasped his hands together, muttering incantations. Suddenly, the cliffs beneath began to crumble, with countless large stones stacking together, forming a massive upward thrust on the ground, as if a fierce beast was awakening—a truly shocking sight.

The eagles realized the ground was shaking and rushed out of the house, wanting to see what was happening. The rocks and soil rolled beneath their feet, making them stagger as if on a ship in the sea. They couldn't help themselves.

Ying Luo glanced inside the room but did not go out. Instead, she peered through the window crack at the young figure in the distant sky, a glint of light in her eyes.

Ye Fengsheng created an opportunity for him, slipping into the void, stirring a thousand halos. His white fist sliced through the air, releasing a piercing explosive sound. He approached the Kunlun Monk who was accumulating energy, preparing to deliver a deadly blow.

The Kunlun Monk realized something was amiss. He pursed his lips and stepped back in mid-air, his sleeves and robe fluttering wildly as he launched into intense spiritual training, colliding with the roaring Ye Fengsheng.

The energy training was fierce, and Ye Fengsheng's power was unstoppable. After shattering the halo, his speed increased rather than decreased. The Kunlun Monk realized it was wrong. He raised his hand, focusing to block Ye Fengsheng's unique punch.

He failed. The sound of bones breaking was clear in everyone's ears. The Kunlun Monk's raised arm twisted in a bizarre way. Ye Fengsheng's fist snapped his bones, heavily landing on his wide-open mouth.

His body couldn't withstand the blow. Spiritual Energy rose from his chest. Like a broken kite, he flew across the sky and fell onto Lan.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes were steady, his worldly-wise gaze falling on Ye Fengsheng, with a more profound meaning as he turned the topic away, asking:

"Does Ye Guangxian truly believe he can shake Kunlun with his own power?"

Ye Fengsheng replied, "I have always strived, and before entering Qilian, I told you Kunlun Monks that even if I cannot shake your Kunlun, before I die, I will make Qilian Mountain hang your Kunlun Monks' heads."

Beside Yingyuan Temple on the mountain of Nine Heavens, four Kunlun Elders vanished, reappearing in the corner, surrounding Ye Fengsheng, with solemn eyes.

Kakane flew out of the house, landing by Ye Fengsheng's side.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't look at her, just waved lightly, and the four retreated without leaving, standing motionless. The only difference was that the embrace of the mountainside now extended to all of Kunlun.

Ye Fengsheng's smile did not fade, and he said, "Can't handle it?"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't retort but said, "It's unreasonable for Ye Chuan to want to kill the Kunlun People in Kunlun."

Ye Fengsheng didn't bother listening to his nonsense. The red dagger fell into his palm from his wrist.

This wasn't someone who could tolerate anger, just closing his eyes to think for a moment, eventually still feeling that kind of blind routine was quite correct. Had Kunlun torn the ban directly back then and entered Kunlun with Bone Green's carving method, where would there be such trouble now?

Trapped in the tiger's den now, doing inconvenient things, also wary of others plotting—this uneasy day truly made Ye Fengsheng extremely displeased. Since Kunlun made it difficult, naturally, turning the tables with this opportunity felt somewhat satisfying.

Without witnessing Ye Fengsheng's actions, nor waiting for the middle-aged Taoist to speak again, countless golden lotus petals scattered on the blade of the red sword. Leaving a vortex in the air, it landed on the fragmented ground.

The ground began to tremble, with a conspicuous crack spreading rapidly in an exaggerated manner from the tip of Ye Fengsheng's sword.

The middle-aged Taoist still gazed upon the world, indifferently speaking: "Ye Chengzhan?"

A faint arc appeared at the corner of Ye Fengsheng's mouth, turning as he wielded the sword, drawing a sword flower. Wherever the sword tip passed, Spiritual Energy "cubs" exploded, terribly powerful.

Fortunately, here were monks, or people who had seen such "informed" changes, but no one truly showed panic.

"That day, Ye Chengxian endured Lei Ting's punishment and destroyed a sword. Do you want to leave another sword here in Kunlun today?"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't speak loudly, but his confident words were discomforting even to the gemstone beside him.

Ye Fengsheng placed his emotions on the surface, a gesture as if a pupil slapping naked.

The four Kunlun Elders in the distance slightly moved on tiptoe, concentrating, their bodies filled with Spiritual Energy, ready for the first movement to join forces to kill Ye Fengsheng.

Kunlun was not ignorant, it had stood as the Immortal Sect for hundreds of years. Even if there were a few ignorant fools, there would be people who would return to the right path, carefully considering Ye Fengsheng's step onto the nineteenth level of the golden lotus. Only when they knew Ye Fengsheng harbored intentions did they try to cross over first to see his attitude. If Ye Fengsheng retreated, indicating unwillingness to cooperate with Kunlun in war, everything would be negotiable; if so…

Such a tough stance didn't surprise them!

Daring to touch his forehead, naturally already prepared for the next step, Ye Fengsheng's dead body meant Bone Spirit Green Eagle would enter the mountain. Bone Spirit Green Eagle was a foe Ye Fengsheng must not underestimate!

Yuan Treasure Land's owner would pass by, if the owner did come through, then killing Ye Fengsheng would reshape the Kunlun Pass's form, rather than now, as a ticking time bomb ready to explode anytime, then Bone Spirit sculpted deeply into the mountain. He placed everything in Bone Spirit's engraving, while others need only pass by the owner, with Bone Carving Spirit's greenness not forming a major calamity!

Where would truly let Ye Fengsheng, this confidant in Kunlun, be ignored, applying delay tactics that don't change into, last night, they had calculated everything!

Ying Luo felt the gathered intent to kill and would not be outdone, directly unleashing a terrifying surge of a giant wave from the frantic rage of the beast around her.

Ye Fengsheng stepped forward, holding the garland behind him, slowly raising the red dagger, pointing.

Time passed quickly, and Lu Mingxuan did not walk slowly. In just a few breaths, he climbed from the mountain's base, reaching the area at Ye Fengsheng's feet in Kunlun. He looked up to the middle-aged Taoist for a nod, then lifted his head to gaze upon Ye Fengsheng in the sky.

"Are you certain?"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the disciple carrying Kunlun's enormous provisions ahead, asking.

"Unless you defeat it, you'll never be certain."

"Since you brought him, whether certain or not, you have to play a game," Lu said.

With a raise of his hand, the Frost Sword descended from the sky into his grasp. The blade's dazzling shine left people unable to distinguish whether it was the sword or a cold gale.