They've All Come?

"Two-tenths Fist Intent... Explode!"

Ye Feng's roar echoed by the Spirit Spring as his golden fist, carrying terror far beyond before, crashed into Li Yue like a meteor.

The sneer on Li Yue's face froze instantly. His pupils shrank, eyes wide with disbelief and shock.

"Impossible! How could you suddenly comprehend two-tenths Fist Intent?!"

Without time to think, Li Yue hastily gathered all remaining True Qi in his right fist. The earthy yellow glow surged as he tried to meet the blow.

"Boom!"

The fists collided again. This time, there was no equal shockwave—only one-sided crushing.

Two-tenths Fist Intent, like a sharp blade, tore through Li Yue's True Qi defense in an instant. Ye Feng's fist struck Li Yue's without resistance.

"Crack!"

A crisp bone-snap rang out. Li Yue felt a tremendous force spread up his arm. The meridians in his right arm shattered instantly, blood spurting from between his fingers.

Unable to hold his stance, Li Yue spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a broken kite, slamming heavily into the rock by the Spirit Spring with a dull thud.

"Not done yet!" Ye Feng's eyes were icy, showing no mercy.

He closed in, his figure like lightning. Both fists lashed out continuously, golden fist shadows blanketing Li Yue.

Li Yue barely raised his left arm to block, but against two-tenths Fist Intent, his defense was like paper.

His left arm was soon broken. A punch to the chest followed, the sound of cracking ribs clear. He fell to the ground in a mess, retreating step by step, wounds piling up, blood staining the earth.

"This... what's going on? Senior Brother Li Yue is losing?"

"Ye Feng... he broke through in Fist Intent mid-battle? Two-tenths Fist Intent! Is that even humanly possible?"

"Too monstrous! Qi Gathering Realm Ninth Layer peak with two-tenths Fist Intent—even Senior Brother Li Yue, a body-refining specialist, can't hold out!"

The disciples who came with Li Yue were dumbfounded, faces full of horror, their murmurs laced with fear.

They had never seen anyone elevate their intent in combat. Ye Feng's comprehension had exceeded their understanding.

Li Yue lay on the ground, covered in blood, staring at Ye Feng approaching step by step. A flicker of madness flashed in his eyes.

Clearly, he was no match for Ye Feng. But if he admitted defeat, not only would the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower be lost, his face would be utterly ruined.

"Since you won't let me live, don't expect to get off easy!" Li Yue roared savagely, forming hand seals. A strange blood aura erupted from within him.

This was his trump card secret art—briefly boosting power by several times at the cost of cultivation regression, even damaging his foundation.

"Boom!"

With the secret art's boost, Li Yue's aura surged instantly.

He lunged up, throwing a punch at Ye Feng. The earthy yellow glow on his fist was several times denser than before, carrying a suicidal momentum.

"Ye Feng, a dead genius is no genius! If you kill me, the sect won't sentence me harshly for a corpse!" Li Yue laughed wildly, murder in his eyes.

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

Originally, due to their sect brother status, he hadn't planned to kill.

But Li Yue's ruthlessness erased his last hesitation.

"Want to kill me? You're not worthy!" Ye Feng shouted coldly. True Qi churned wildly within him, the golden light on his fist growing stronger.

Under the pressure of actual combat, two-tenths Fist Intent showed signs of breaking through, nearing three-tenths!

"Boom!"

This time, Li Yue's fist was directly shattered, flesh and blood mangled.

Ye Feng's fist force didn't diminish, slamming into Li Yue's chest.

"Pfft!" Li Yue's chest caved in. Blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed from his mouth. His body flew back again, crashing heavily to the ground, motionless.

His eyes were wide open, dying with regret.

Until the very end, Li Yue never imagined he'd fall to a newcomer at "Qi Gathering Realm Third Layer."

Silence fell by the Spirit Spring.

The disciples of Li Yue's team stared at Ye Feng in terror. No one dared step forward, not even to breathe loudly.

Just then, footsteps came from the valley entrance.

Ye Feng turned to see a group of disciples in Baiyang Sect attire entering. Leading them was Baiyang Sect's top genius, Lin Jie, followed by the second genius, Fang Xu. Behind them were over a dozen Baiyang Sect disciples, clearly drawn by the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower's phenomenon.

As Lin Jie entered the valley, he saw Li Yue's corpse and the blood on the ground. He looked at Ye Feng's aura and frowned slightly.

Qi Gathering Realm Ninth Layer peak, with a faint ripple of Fist Intent.

Clearly, Ye Feng had won the fight.

"Li Yue was killed? This Ye Feng is stronger than the rumors." Lin Jie thought to himself, his expression turning serious.

Almost simultaneously, footsteps came from the other side of the valley.

Feiyun Sect disciples clustered around Zhao Yu as he entered, Ding Hao among them.

Zhao Yu saw the corpse, then looked at Ye Feng. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before he asked the disciples of Li Yue's team, "What happened?"

The disciple stammered in reply, "Senior Brother Zhao Yu... Ye Feng took the Spirit Spring Treasure Flower. Senior Brother Li Yue tried to snatch it, and Ye Feng killed him..."

Zhao Yu's gaze toward Ye Feng grew even more peculiar.

He knew Li Yue's strength—a Qi Gathering Realm tenth-layer body cultivator—yet Ye Feng had slain him with a ninth-layer peak cultivation?

This strength had already exceeded that of his peers.

Ding Hao stood at the back of the team. Seeing Ye Feng's figure, his body couldn't help but tremble.

He had originally joined Zhao Yu's team to earn more resources, raise his strength, and then seek revenge on Ye Feng. But now, seeing that Ye Feng could even kill Li Yue, and that even the Baiyang Sect people were wary of him, the thought of vengeance was utterly extinguished, leaving only despair.

He quickly lowered his head, afraid that Ye Feng might notice him and invite retaliation.

Ye Feng ignored the stares of the Feiyun Sect disciples and turned to the Baiyang Sect crowd, saying coldly, "The Feiyun Sect disciples found this spirit spring first. People of the Baiyang Sect, leave now, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Just you?" Fang Xu snorted, reaching behind him to grasp a massive Dark Iron Staff.

"A murderer who just killed his own sect brother dares to act arrogant in front of us? Let's see what you're really made of!"

Before his words faded, Fang Xu charged at Ye Feng, the Dark Iron Staff whistling through the air as it smashed toward Ye Feng's head.

He considered himself the second genius of the Baiyang Sect, stronger than Li Yue, and didn't take Ye Feng seriously at all.

Ye Feng's expression remained calm. Facing the incoming staff, he casually threw a punch.

A golden fist shadow flashed, and Two-tenths Fist Intent erupted.

With a clang, the Dark Iron Staff was sent flying, embedding itself into a distant rock with a resonant hum.

Before Fang Xu could react, Ye Feng closed in and drove a fist into his shoulder.

Crack! Fang Xu's shoulder shattered instantly. He let out a miserable scream as his body flew backward, crashing heavily in front of Lin Jie, gouging a massive crater in the ground. He struggled for a long time to get up.

The valley fell into shock once more.

Fang Xu, the second genius of the Baiyang Sect, had been knocked flat by a single punch from Ye Feng?

This strength was just too monstrous!

Zhao Yu's surprise deepened.

He had thought Ye Feng's victory over Li Yue was his limit, but now he had easily defeated Fang Xu as well. Ye Feng's strength had exceeded his expectations.

Lin Jie looked at the fallen Fang Xu, then at Ye Feng, his eyes blazing with fury.

Ye Feng had repeatedly humiliated the Baiyang Sect disciples—this was a challenge to the Baiyang Sect's authority!

He suddenly drew the long blade at his waist. Dark Cyan True Qi erupted instantly, and a mysterious force of intent surged over the blade.

"Ye Feng, you dare to injure a Baiyang Sect disciple? Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your Feiyun Sect!" Lin Jie shouted coldly. The intent on his blade grew denser, clearly recognized by Ye Feng and the surrounding disciples.

One-tenth Blade Intent!

Before his words faded, Lin Jie raised his blade and slashed at Ye Feng. The dark cyan blade light carried a fierce killing intent, driving straight at Ye Feng's face.