Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1372: Terrifying Crushing Defeat

Suddenly.

"Such a big temper, that’s not good."

Ye Tian smiled abruptly, speaking casually, while his right hand rose suddenly, punching towards Fu Yan’s incoming fist.

It seemed Ye Tian had no mana, after all, he hadn’t even stood up, so casual.

However.

In a flash.

"Bang!!!"

The two fists collided.

With a crisp sound, Fu Yan’s massive body unexpectedly flew backward.

Not only did he fly backward, but Fu Yan’s arm and fist also tore apart, blood dripping, with broken bones looking tragic and shocking.

Upon closer inspection, Fu Yan’s body had deep cracks, seemingly about to explode at any moment.

Fu Yan flew back for hundreds of meters, crashing into a metal pillar supporting the palace roof in the hall, barely stopping with half of his body embedded in the metal pillar.

Breathing weakly, almost on the verge of death.

The palace hall grew increasingly silent...

So silent it was indescribable.

This... this... this...

What did they just witness??????

"Hmm?"

Even Mo Li, hiding in the back hall, had a slight change of expression, very surprised.

Fu Yan’s strength was truly not weak, one could even say extremely strong; among the younger generation, few could defeat Fu Yan.

Let alone defeating him with fists and pure power.

It was simply a miracle.

The Yangshan Clan’s ancestors cultivated Spiritual Wisdom from Divine Mountain, creating the Yangshan Clan, thus their bloodline is essentially the Divine Mountain’s bloodline, excelling in strength and physical defense.

Overwhelming Fu Yan with strength, even Mo Li would find it difficult.

Yet a young human at the Ruins Master Realm achieved this???

Even witnessed firsthand, it was still puzzling, still unbelievable.

How could Mo Li know that Ye Tian’s pure physical strength had reached 50 billion, and with the Space Divine Power "Pushing" enhancing it, the attack level of pure power was approaching 300 billion. Fu Yan was only at 100 billion.

There’s a qualitative difference.

In the end, Ye Tian’s understanding of Space Law was terrifying, the Divine Skills derived from Space Law were simply cheating for Ye Tian.

"Everyone, if you want to see Spirit Butterfly dance, don’t bother."

"Everyone, if you harbor any inappropriate thoughts toward Spirit Butterfly, better restrain them."

"Everyone, my temper is not very good."

......

In the silence, Ye Tian poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, then looked up, sweeping his gaze across everyone in the palace hall, speaking calmly.

Regardless if you’re an Emperor present?

Or from some terrifying creature’s race?

In any case, Ye Tian unabashedly warned them.

It was outrageously domineering. It was outrageously arrogant.

"Gulp..."

Ling Heng was already on the verge of fainting from shock, disbelief, fright, and panic.

And Spirit Butterfly, trembling and nearly falling over, but fortunately, Ye Tian caught her: "Spirit Butterfly, be careful, don’t fall."

"Ye Tian, I... you... I..."

Spirit Butterfly couldn’t speak at all, her little head seemingly inadequate, she tightly grasped Ye Tian’s arm, her emotions fluctuating too much, gripping so hard she was about to pinch Ye Tian’s arm red.

"Calm down, everything, I’m here." Ye Tian comforted her.

Meanwhile.

"Young human, aren’t you a bit too arrogant? Defeating our Young Master with one punch is quite shocking, but it’s not enough to be your capital for impudence."

A slightly hoarse voice spoke, the source being a middle-aged man, larger than Fu Yan, and indeed an Emperor Level, evidently from the Yangshan Clan too.

This person named Fu Jie, an elder of the Yangshan Clan, accompanying Fu Yan to attend the Demon Spring Saint Son’s wedding.

Fu Jie was an experienced strong figure.

The Young Master Fu Yan was gravely injured.

Fu Jie was naturally enraged.

But he didn’t act directly; first, he was an Emperor-level older generation, while Ye Tian was just a Ruins Master little generation, acting directly would lose face.

Second, it was a wedding scene, if he, an Emperor, took action, it would impudence on the joyous day for the Demon Spring Saint Son.

So, earlier, he only stared deeply at Ye Tian, dispatching some guards from the Yangshan Clan to help the gravely injured Young Master Fu Yan for treatment, without doing more or saying much, waiting till the wedding ended to deal with Ye Tian outside the Demon Spring Clan.

But who would have thought... this human brat was so, so, so arrogant?!

Arrogant enough to challenge everyone present!!!

This was courting death.

Under such provocation, him, Fu Jie stepping out and acting wouldn’t be criticized.

Because facing such an arrogant human kid, probably everyone present wanted to deal with this kid right away?

Can only say, this human kid brought this upon himself.

Fu Jie focused on Ye Tian...

Meanwhile.

"Saint Son, should we stop it?"

In the back hall, an elder of the Demon Spring Clan respectfully asked the Demon Spring Saint Son Mo Li, who was already dressed in a red robe.

"No need, blood at the wedding, consider it a gift."

Mo Li grinned widely, showing no care, instead looking forward.

"Saint Son, should we stop the bride from entering?"

The elder asked again. The bride and groom were each in a separate back hall.

At the auspicious time, the groom and bride would walk from their respective back halls toward the palace hall, finally meeting on the palace hall stage to start the wedding ceremony.