Ye Xuantian's Defeat

Coiling Dragon Silk was condensed by Long Qianshan using true qi and special techniques. Even steel would be effortlessly sliced apart upon touching it, let alone flesh and blood.

Long Qianshan drew in the Coiling Dragon Silk spread across dozens of yards, wrapping Ye Xuantian within it, believing the battle had already been decided.

However, when Long Qianshan controlled the Coiling Dragon Silk and slowly tightened it into a cocoon just large enough to enclose a person, he could not tighten it any further.

It was as if a terrifying force were stopping it.

Long Qianshan sensed that something was wrong.

Sure enough, in the next instant, a vertical crack appeared in the cocoon woven from Coiling Dragon Silk.

Ye Fan parted the cocoon with his hands and stepped out.

Even his clothes were completely undamaged, much less his body.

Long Qianshan's bronze-skinned face instantly turned deathly pale.

The spectators along the riverbank were equally dumbfounded.

Long Qianshan's ultimate killing move—the technique of a man infamous throughout the land ten years ago—could not harm Ye Xuantian in the slightest?!

"I really never expected this ordinary-looking young man to be Master Ye." Zuoqiu Luoyan's childish face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"One truly cannot judge a person by appearance. What I never expected was that even Long Qianshan could do nothing to him. Now that Long Qianshan has used his strongest move, this decisive battle should soon be settled," Old Man Zuoqiu sighed.

"That young man surnamed Wang was right. Even all the Cang Province Ten Great Martial Arts Families combined would be far from a match for Master Ye. Luckily, we listened to him back then."

"It's over, it's over. I'm going to lose a fortune." Zuoqiu Chenyu's beautiful face was full of distress.

She had placed a huge