Wind Lock Ten Directions

"Fellow Daoist, you can still reconsider," Yuwen Chengfeng said indifferently.

"Since I began cultivating, I have encountered no small number of threats. Yet their final ends were all miserable." Ye Tian lightly tossed the teacup in his hand. The rapidly spinning cup suddenly shot toward Yuwen Chengfeng across from him.

"This is your choice, Fellow Daoist. I will not be merciful." Yuwen Chengfeng slightly hooked the index finger of his right hand, and a fierce gust suddenly rushed toward the flying teacup.

The transparent jade teacup instantly turned to powder.

Yuwen Chengfeng's right hand rapidly formed hand seals. Then he turned his palm over, and his seemingly light palm struck toward Ye Tian.

A powerful force rushed head-on, twisting and distorting the air like rising steam.

Ye Tian watched the palm before him grow larger and larger, then threw a punch. The void trembled, and countless spatial cracks appeared around his fist as it charged toward Yuwen Chengfeng's palm.

A violent explosion rang out, and the space between Ye Tian and Yuwen Chengfeng suddenly collapsed.

Spatial cracks rapidly spread outward. Several spatial torrents burst from the collapsed space in an instant, rushing respectively toward Ye Tian and Yuwen Chengfeng on either side.

Seeing the spatial torrents closing in on him, Yuwen Chengfeng's face grew grave.

When the spatial torrents had reached him, Yuwen Chengfeng suddenly flicked his sleeve. A blast of force swept toward the torrents with a whoosh. The violent wind resembled a cyclone, instantly grinding the spatial torrents to pieces. Yuwen Chengfeng did not linger and took the opportunity to retreat swiftly.

Ye Tian remained seated, watching the spatial torrents approach. He lightly flicked a finger.

The fierce and tyrannical spatial torrents struck Ye Tian's finger, only to shatter and vanish like raindrops falling from the sky. They