Fu Feilong's heart was filled with vengeful delight. Though he dared not oppose Ye Qingfeng, nor even dare to look directly at him, he had long been displeased with Ye Qingfeng's arrogant and conceited attitude. If someone could curb Ye Qingfeng's arrogance, he felt

an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

"Invincible War God, it seems today you will taste defeat here!"

He sneered.

Faced with Chachai's overwhelming aura, Ye Qingfeng's eyes were filled with astonishment, as if he was stunned by the difference in their realms.

Seeing this, Chachai laughed wildly in his heart. He had just advanced to War Emperor status not long ago, and now with an opponent ranked thirty-fifth on the War God List coming to challenge him, he didn't mind letting the world know that he, the Thai Boxing Saint Chachai, still stood tall in the world.

Nothing proves one's existence more than defeating a world-renowned master.

"Ye Jiujie, today, I will let you taste the flavor of failure, and then abolish your cultivation, so you can experience the despair of falling from the clouds back to the ordinary!"

Chachai suddenly muttered lowly, and his figure disappeared from the original spot.

In front of Ye Qingfeng, a fist containing supreme power was coming right at him—it was Chachai, his speed had reached a teleport-like level.

Ye Qingfeng still did not move a muscle, as if he was still immersed in shock, not yet coming back to his senses.

Though Chachai felt this behavior somewhat disgraceful, in a battle between masters, only results mattered. He didn't hold back in the slightest. His fist struck, already heavily smashing onto Ye Qingfeng's chest.

"Bang!"

The immense power instantly cracked the ground behind Ye Qingfeng, extending directly for several hundred feet and still expanding outward.

Ye Qingfeng's eyes widened, seemingly incredulous. His feet had already sunk into the ground, creating two deep tracks as the ground was scraped under Chachai's blow, extending dozens of feet away before finally coming to a stop, while Chachai stood before him, his fist unmovable, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Drip!"

A trickle of blood dripped to the ground.

"Xiao Feng!"

Ye Lei's eyes were bloodshot, for it was blood that trickled down from the corner of Ye Qingfeng's mouth.

"Drip!"

A few drops of blood fell to the ground, painting the ground with a vivid red, shocking to behold.

You Lianruo and Tie Zixi gasped, eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

They had both witnessed Ye Qingfeng's battles. You Lianruo saw him against Long Yuntian, cutting him down single-handedly, standing proudly on the river.

Tie Zixi had personally witnessed Ye Qingfeng's encounter with the Cold Smiling Buddha, the Hidden Dragon List's top forty years ago, defeating him with a claw. His might was unparalleled, unmatched.

Though both battles were intense, Ye Qingfeng's clothes never had even a speck of disorder, let alone suffer injuries and bleed.

Yet with just one move from this Thai Boxing Saint Chachai, Ye Qingfeng's lips bled—what kind of power is this?

War Emperor Strong People, how terrifying they are?

Even the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, who beheaded several Half-step War Emperors alone and ranked thirty-fifth on the War God List, couldn't match him and was heavily injured in a single blow?

Chachai's fist imprinted on Ye Qingfeng's chest, the numbness and soreness caused by the immense backlash shocked him.

"Such a powerful body, even I might not surpass him, but to withstand a War Emperor's attack with the flesh alone? What a joke!"

Though surprised, Chachai's face showed disdain.

He knew well the power of his punch; under this blow, even a Half-step War Emperor could only suffer heavy injuries or even die on the spot.

That Ye Qingfeng could still stand without falling had already greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Ye Jiujie, this is a War Emperor's attack, how can a Half-step War Emperor compare?"

Chachai stared at Ye Qingfeng's slightly bowed head, his face indifferent and mocking. With his current power, he could easily kill at least five Half-step War Emperors, and himself remain unscathed.

"Xiao Feng!"

Ye Lei's eyes were bloodshot, about to charge forward, but Tie Zixi and You Lianruo forcibly held him back.

"Are you mad? Even Ye Jiujie couldn't oppose him, you're sending yourself to death?"

Ye Lei seemed to be struck over the head, his heart filled with regret.

If it weren't for him being captured in Tai Bang, how would Ye Qingfeng have encountered this monster, or been heavily injured by a punch?

He was confident that with Ye Qingfeng's talent and ability, given more time, he would definitely defeat this Thai Boxing Saint. But now, because of him, Ye Qingfeng's invincible legend was shattered.

"Good, very good, let's see how you, the Invincible War God, remain undefeated now!"

Fu Feilong's heart surged with a twisted delight, secretly pleased.

"Sect Master's Divine Might! Sect Master's Divine Might!"

The disciples of the Divine Fist Sect, seeing Ye Jiujie, who had easily defeated five elders earlier, sustain injuries from a single punch by their Sect Master, were instantly filled with pride, feeling that their previous displeasure and humiliation had been completely swept away. Each one was jubilant, extremely excited.

"Sect Master's power is too strong!"

Several elders, witnessing this scene, were overjoyed. Today, Ye Qingfeng had originally brought disgrace to their Divine Fist Sect, but with Chachai's appearance, the tide was reversed. Truly worthy of being the core figure of the Divine Fist Sect.

Tie Zixi and You Lianruo looked back at Ye Qingfeng. In their eyes, Ye Qingfeng was synonymous with arrogance. They couldn't imagine how Ye Qingfeng taking a loss would appear.

It's highly likely that he could fall into a slump and a generation of prodigy would fade away.

The thoughts of the crowd were varied, and Ye Qingfeng, who was struck by Chachai's punch, had his long hair covering his eyes, obscuring his face. The blood at the corner of his mouth still dripped, but the frequency had slowed considerably compared to before.

"After all that nonsense you said, I thought the War Emperor was something extraordinary!"

At this moment, a calm voice spoke out, causing everyone to be stunned.

This voice was Ye Qingfeng's, and despite sounding calm, carried a hint of mockery—where was there any sign of injury?

Ye Qingfeng slowly raised his head, lifting his left hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned.

"What?"

Chachai suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Qingfeng, who they thought had been heavily wounded, suddenly swung a punch.

Chachai was shocked, retracting his fist, his left fist instantly striking out, colliding with Ye Qingfeng's pale fist.

"Boom!"

A massive Qi Wave surged from the point of their clash, rocking the ground within a hundred feet around them until it collapsed, dust filling the air.

The power dispersed in all directions, causing violent explosions—if not for the distance between these disciples and Ye Lei and others, they would surely be caught up in it.

"Boom!"

A fierce whirlwind erupted in the dust, blowing the dirt away completely. Before the crowd was a huge circular pit, the original plaza's remains were nowhere to be seen.

Above the pit, two figures stood hovering, none other than Ye Qingfeng and Chachai, but the crowd was amazed to discover that Ye Qingfeng's position was not much different from where he had originally stood, while Chachai himself was several dozen feet away from Ye Qingfeng.

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