Chapter 1506: Chapter 1397: Thank You for Saving Us
His plan was well thought out, but unfortunately, the strength of Ye Qingfeng and Luan Wusheng was beyond his imagination. Just as the short, middle-aged man was about to attack Ye Qingfeng, Luan Wusheng made his move.
His figure flickered, moving swiftly, and with a wave of his palm, he aimed directly for the back of the short, middle-aged man.
His palm strike was gentle and floated softly without any loud noise, seemingly powerless, leaving the short, middle-aged man completely unaware. In the blink of an eye, it was at the man’s back.
"Third Brother, watch out!"
The big man with a beard hurriedly shouted out.
"Bang!"
Luan Wusheng’s palm strike hit the short, middle-aged man’s back with a sudden loud bang, like the roar of a cannon, making everyone’s eardrums ache.
"Puff!"
Blood spurted out instantly. Ye Qingfeng turned slightly to dodge, but the short, middle-aged man fell to the ground.
"How bold, you dare to kill my third brother!"
Spoke the thick-browed middle-aged man, fury shooting from his eyes. He immediately swung his blade toward Kuang Xuan, startling Kuang Xuan, who quickly dodged to the side.
The thick-browed middle-aged man, however, twisted his wrist, bringing the back of the blade down on Kuang Xuan’s back, causing him to stumble sideways.
Instead of pursuing, the thick-browed middle-aged man coldly glanced at Luan Wusheng and Ye Qingfeng, his eyes revealing a touch of ice.
The disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect, all heavily injured, lay on the ground. Witnessing the scene, a spark of hope ignited within them.
They hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng’s servant to be so formidable, taking down one middle-aged man in an instant. Surely, they were now saved.
Especially Yuan Qingning, who felt a twinge of joy. If she were to be violated by these middle-aged men, she would rather die.
"This Ye Qingfeng is really fortunate, having such a powerful servant, hmph!" she thought with some jealousy in her heart.
The daughter of the Sect Master of the Thousand Extremes Sect didn’t even have such privileges.
"You dare to ambush my third brother, well, today, you will certainly die!" the bearded big man spoke, his gaze cold.
He pulled a soft sword from his waist, revealing that he had kept his weapon at his side.
"Today, everyone present must die!"
He stepped forward slightly, releasing a magnificent aura that surged like a storm, causing the hearts of the Thousand Extremes Sect disciples to contract.
So powerful!
They could clearly sense that this bearded big man was the most formidable, much stronger than the other two!
"Can Ye Qingfeng’s servant defeat this bearded big man? If not, we’ll all perish here!" a group of disciples thought, overwhelmed with fear.
"Kill!"
The bearded big man shouted coldly, and the two of them moved simultaneously. The broadsword and soft sword gleamed coldly, chilling and merciless. The sweeping sword force, indifferent and overwhelming, aimed straight at Luan Wusheng for the kill.
Too powerful!
The crowd thought fearfully.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
However, before the crowd could react, two figures suddenly flew out, like tattered sandbags, blood spurting. Yuan Qingning’s delicate body froze in shock!
Powerful!
It was simply unbelievable. The disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect were dumbfounded, staring at the two figures flying out as if struck by lightning.
This old man, who had been silent and unassuming by Ye Qingfeng’s side, turned out to be such a formidable expert.
"You, you!"
The bearded big man was a Primary War General, immensely powerful, and in a flash, he leaped up from the ground.
"Who the hell are you?"
The bearded big man’s gaze was cold, fear flickering on his lean face, the soft sword in his hand gleaming with a chilly light.
"With just a few minions like you, you’re not worthy to know my identity!"
Luan Wusheng said haughtily, his figure moving directly toward the bearded big man.
As a Peak War General, his strength was terrifying, and his speed was like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the bearded big man, delivering a seemingly gentle palm strike.
However, the two were no longer daring to be careless.
"Big Brother, watch out!"
The thick-browed middle-aged man shouted, immediately swinging his broadsword down. The refined steel blade brought up a gust of Gang Wind, roaring as it slashed toward Luan Wusheng.
"Hmph, a Martial Artist at the War Master level dares to make a move against me!"
Luan Wusheng’s gaze turned cold. He immediately pulled back, turning to strike at the thick-browed Martial Artist.
"Bang!"
This palm was not struck by Luan Wusheng but by the bearded big man. With a palm strike on the thick-browed Martial Artist, leveraging the bearded big man’s force, the speed of the thick-browed Martial Artist doubled as he lunged at Luan Wusheng.
Too fast!
Luan Wusheng had no choice but to retreat abruptly to dodge the blade. At this moment, the bearded big man didn’t hesitate, turning to flee.
"Big Brother!"
The thick-browed Martial Artist couldn’t believe it, exclaiming in horror. At this point, having taken a palm strike from the bearded big man, he had lost the strength to resist.
"Bang!"
Luan Wusheng struck the thick-browed Martial Artist’s dantian with a palm, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and his eyes to turn instantly powerless.
There was still a trace of astonishment in his eyes. He couldn’t believe that his sworn big brother would strike him at this critical moment just to escape.
Luan Wusheng tossed the thick-browed Martial Artist’s corpse to the ground, coldly looking in the direction of the bearded big man’s escape, and sneered: "A disgraceful Martial Artist, trying to escape!"
With that, his figure moved and vanished into the night.
Suddenly, only the disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect remained in the scene, along with Ye Qingfeng, who remained leaning against the old tree with a calm expression.
The injured disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect slowly got up from the ground, glancing at each other, a hint of embarrassment appearing on their faces.
Then, their gaze turned toward Ye Qingfeng.
A sense of dread filled their hearts.
Their expressions were awkward. Earlier, they had openly rejected Ye Qingfeng, having whispered many bad things about this young man. Yet, now, they were saved by this young man’s servant.
"Brother Ye Qingfeng, thank you for rescuing us this time."
Kuang Xuan, although slightly injured, was fine. He stepped forward, respectfully speaking to Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng nodded lightly, not minding.
Luan Wusheng indeed saved them, and since it was with his consent, the gratitude was well-deserved, and he disliked being pretentious.
"Junior Sister, Junior Brothers, you should also come thank Brother Ye Qingfeng!"
Kuang Xuan turned back, addressing the disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect.
Suddenly, a group of disciples from the Thousand Extremes Sect looked even more awkward, especially Yuan Qingning, whose expression changed slightly.
"Junior Sister, we should go thank Ye Qingfeng. It was indeed thanks to his servant; otherwise, our fates would have been grim!" a disciple persuaded.
With that, a group of disciples was the first to walk toward Ye Qingfeng.
