make you vanish into ashes!He attacked relentlessly, his speed astonishing, each strike appearing as if he were teleporting through space.The Immortal Warrior probed with a few sword strikes, yet even...Chapter 1191: Just How Strong

Chapter 1,191: How Strong Is It

Silence!

The sky had become utterly silent.

Not even mountains, rivers, and trees were moving. Everything seemed frozen still, as if this world was only alive with Ye Fusheng's movements, everything else had to remain motionless!

Surprise

Eight masters.

Hundreds of disciples had been shocked countless times, their expressions becoming numb. Before today, they had never imagined that one day they would be defeated by someone from the plains, let alone be defeated so decisively.

Of course, what's most unimaginable is... what realm is this fellow in

One strike, and someone will kneel.

One look, and dozens of disciples were unable to rise.

Terrifying!

Time slips by minute by minute.

Ten minutes had passed.

"Whew..."

"Whew..."

The remaining eight masters finally began to breathe in a hushed manner, afraid to make too much noise and draw Ye Fusheng's attention, lest they too find themselves kneeling on the ground!

With them leading the way, hundreds of disciples behind them began to secretly breathe, as if each breath could take away the tension.

"I'll give you three seconds. Get out, or get down and apologize!"

Ye Fusheng spoke again: "Three!"

The voice, though not loud, resonated like a Buddhist chant, stirring the hearts of everyone and causing their souls to tremble once more.

If one thought before that his words were all arrogant nonsense, it was still possible to scoff. Now, no one dares to underestimate him.

The disciples' faces turned pale with fright, they couldn't muster even a sliver of resistance, all they wanted was to flee from the monster's clutches as quickly as possible. However, their master remained motionless, and they dared not act rashly, all nervously looking on.

"Two!"

The Eight Masters were even more panicked. If they knelt here like the Scholar Master, how could they ever face their disciples in the future How could they ever show their faces again

It would be more humiliating to leave like this, scared away by a single sentence and unable to face anyone.

"One!"

Ye Fusheng spoke out the last number.

On hearing this.

Hundreds of disciples went soft in the knees, some even peed their pants out of fear.

The eight masters looked at each other, a resolve hardening in their eyes. Since they were backed into a corner, there was no choice but to gamble everything. Initially, they thought attacking together would be humiliating, but now, with no escape, this was their only option!

They all secretly winked at their disciples, signaling them to go back and seek reinforcements, just in case.

Then, he immediately shouted: 'The little one seeks death!'

"Since you say we should join forces, then we will meet your challenge!"

"Remember, don't cry like a little baby!"

As they spoke, spiritual energy leaked out.

Suddenly, all sorts of martial arts appeared in the space. There were ice, wind, lightning, thunder, and even swords, guns, spears, and halberds, with a menacing aura.

To see this scene.

Hundreds of disciples behind him simultaneously retreated. Their master was furious, afraid he would be hurt!

Ye Fusheng still stood with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring their movements. In the corner of his eye, he saw a disciple run all the way back to report the news, and a slight smile curved his lips.

These Masters... seem to be rather unintelligent. They were given so much time and only now thought to ask for help. If they had thought of it from the beginning, reinforcements would probably already have arrived.

"Strike!"

"Strike!"

Eight venerables sensed that their preparations were complete, and simultaneously raised their hands to strike.

Eight martial techniques surged toward Ye Fusheng, attacking from all directions, encircling him tightly, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Under the gaze of all.

The might of the martial art is getting closer and closer to Ye Fusheng, almost within reach.

Ye Fusheng's face was expressionless, and he said faintly, "Too weak."

As he spoke, his body gave a shudder.

A burst of energy erupted from him, radiating outward in all directions.

Click!

Boom!

Qi struck the martial arts techniques in an instant, those techniques were like paper and wood carvings, vanishing into smoke at the moment of contact, with no power to resist.

The Qi continuously spreads outwards.

"Ah..."

"How could this be"

"Impossible!"

Eight masters shouted at the same time, it was no longer simply a matter of seeing a ghost, but completely beyond the limits of imagination. Even in the blessed cave heaven, he was also a master sequence. What's more, now that eight people were attacking simultaneously, how could he possibly withstand their combined attack

"No good!"

Suddenly, another master spoke up, looking at the front with terror: "His spiritual energy is still there, still attacking us!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd struggled to recover from their shock. They quickly circulated their spiritual energy, protecting themselves.

Bang!

Only through true contact can you truly feel it, this being's energy is incredibly powerful, beyond powerful. It doesn't feel like energy at all, but rather something tangible and real.

They were struck by the spiritual energy and staggered backward dozens of steps before they could stop. When they looked up again at Ye Fusheng standing in the air, there was no sign of frenzy in their eyes, only fear.

This fellow, I'm afraid he's a Mahayana realm cultivator!

"Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

Hundreds of disciples behind him roared in despair. This was the first time they had seen their master so disheveled, and the first time they felt the strength of someone around their age.

What is a prodigy

This is what it means to be a prodigy!

It's probably going to be centuries before another one appears!

"Who are you!"

"I don't believe the plains could have nurtured such a genius as you. Where on earth did you come from!"

"Since things have come to this, there's no point in hiding anymore. It's better for the Immortal Venerable to reveal their name!"

The Eight Masters ignored the disciples behind them, only staring at Ye Fusheng, trembling and stammering.

Can you see that you are not a person of the plain anymore

It's no use looking at it!

Ye Fusheng naturally wouldn't answer. He remained standing with his hands behind his back, slowly saying: "As I said before, if you don't leave, you will have to kneel here. Now, is it that you chose to kneel down on your own, or will I force you to kneel"

As soon as these words were spoken.

All present felt a chill in their hearts. The countdown just now, everyone was indeed tense, but it was only for listening. Now, the eight honorable masters who could still stand, each one is a renowned figure in the mountains.

A place of great fortune and blessings!

If we made them kneel, wouldn't that mean going to war with Fudi Cave Heaven

Who would have thought, this fellow actually wants them to kneel down!

"You are going too far!"

"In this mountain, it's not your turn to show off!"

"No matter who you are, do you dare to go to war with the blessed land You should know that the blessed land is the power that constitutes the fairy world. No matter how strong you are, can you challenge the entire fairy world"

They were furious.

Kneel, absolutely not kneel!

To be defeated is to have your face slapped. If you kneel down, it's better to die!

"Since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to help you!"

Ye Fusheng finally brought out the hand on his back, but it was only his right hand. He raised his hand and pressed down.

Seems random.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the space ripples like waves. The space beneath his palm appears compressed, and the entire space is divided in two. The lower portion of the space continues to press downward.

Everyone watched in astonishment as the spiritual energy pressure caused frustration and anger, leading to a simultaneous leakage of spiritual energy.

But... it was impossible to reverse the situation.

Bang bang bang!

Eight masters, hundreds of disciples, without exception, all fell from the air at the same time, bending their knees and kneeling heavily to the ground.

"Uh..."

Green蘿 was almost scared out of her wits by this scene. Brother Zhu, just how strong is he! the tide.However.Jia Si Dao remained completely still, as if he were nothing more than air.The Celestial Official was hidden in the shadows, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on Ye Fusheng. He desperate...