Thousands of needle-like forms of White Mist, like a rain of flowers in the sky.

This White Mist is not ordinary; it can directly penetrate the marrow, even intrude into the Qi Sea and strip away one’s vitality.

Ye Qingfeng’s face was icy, and with a punch, hundreds of threads of White Mist instantly dissipated.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Ye Qingfeng unleashed ten consecutive punches, vanquishing almost all of the White Mist, but some needle-shaped forms managed to infiltrate, attempting to pierce Ye Qingfeng’s body.

"This is not something you can withstand," the Panwu Immortal remarked coldly, watching the scene.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingfeng dismissed the remarks with a cold snort, immediately forming a Spiritual Power shield on his body, shaping an invisible barrier.

"Clang!"

Like the sound of metal striking, crisp and clear, these needle-shaped White Mist collided with the Spiritual Power shield, all dissipating. The Panwu Immortal’s illusion trembled.

Meanwhile, the grand battle within Panwu Land had already drawn the focus of external observers.

They couldn’t see what transpired inside, only a corner of a phantom, followed by intense vibrations emanating from the valley.

Continuous roaring sounds ensued, followed by unending tremors of the ground, leaving the crowd astounded, puzzled, staring intently at Panwu Land.

But the White Mist concealed everything from view.

"What’s going on? How come?"

Guan Yun’er asked curiously, her eyes wide open.

"There’s massive disturbance inside Panwu Land. Could it be that the true inheritance of Panwu Land has emerged!" someone exclaimed.

"Real inheritance?"

"Panwu Land is left by an ancient predecessor, rumored to hold the inheritance of the Panwu Immortal, yet no one has ever acquired it. Those who entered before merely obtained weapons, elixirs, and cultivation techniques. But the true inheritance of that strongman has never been claimed," someone explained.

The words stirred the crowd; the inheritance of the Panwu Immortal! It is a true treasure, coveted by genius strongmen in the Ancient Martial World, now arisen?

"How is this possible? Over the years, no one ever claimed such an inheritance. How could it just emerge seemingly unprovoked?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

The crowd nodded in agreement until someone suddenly stuttered, "Could it be that young man? He hasn’t died but obtained the inheritance!"

"What!?"

The crowd was shocked!

The statement left everyone silent, reluctant to believe, or unwilling to accept that the young man not only survived but also acquired the inheritance.

They couldn’t accept it!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Before Panwu Land is opened, forced entry surely leads to death!"

Ling Ling’s face changed as he coldly spoke.

Ling Ling hated Ye Qingfeng the most, and he could never accept Ye Qingfeng acquiring the inheritance.

Ge Duantian remained silent, but his eyes gleamed with brilliance.

"I think it’s entirely possible. That young man was confident and determined to enter Panwu Land; I suspect he was prepared. Perhaps he had some special method to survive within Panwu Land."

Guan Yun’er blinked her big eyes, then said, "Moreover, he obtained the inheritance!"

It really seems possible!

Upon hearing Guan Yuner’s analysis, everyone found it quite reasonable, feeling deeply troubled at heart. They couldn’t accept if that young man gained such a huge advantage.

Ge Duantian’s eyes were engulfed with a cold glint.

"Ge Duantian, aren’t you angry? I said before, we should have taught that young man a lesson."

Ling Ling expressed his anger, his expression very cold, "Perhaps we should have slain him outright!"

"Is he still alive?"

Kong Ningshuang’s beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, her heart subtly moved; could this young man be Ye Qingfeng?

If it truly is Ye Qingfeng, Shui Yiyi, Shui Ru Yi, and even Rui Xiaoqiao and Lin Yanran all praised him greatly; such a man must have some ability indeed.

He shouldn’t die so easily!

"But even if you are Ye Qingfeng, even if you obtained the inheritance of Panwu Land, you’re nothing in my eyes!"

Kong Ningshuang’s delicate face maintained a cold demeanor, resembling an ethereal fairy.

"Originally, we had no conflict, but because of Yiyi, I must teach you a lesson to prove to Yiyi that you aren’t anything special!"

Kong Ningshuang plotted inwardly, confident in her talents, even among Ancient Martial World geniuses.

"Could it be the array formation within Panwu Land no longer functions?"

Ling Ling felt stirred, and he swiftly dashed, heading towards the interior of Panwu Land.

Ling Ling was exceedingly fast, reaching the edge of the valley in an instant, with brilliance flashing in his eyes. He clenched his teeth, charging directly into Panwu Land, the White Mist swallowing his figure.

"Ling Ling actually went in?" Several Ancient Martial World geniuses were stunned.

"Is he courting death? The array in Panwu Land is a true Spirit Array, incredibly terrifying, even our elders wouldn’t dare a forced entry!"

Someone exclaimed.

A moment later, Panwu Land became serene.

Suddenly, as the crowd felt perturbed, Guan Yun’er spoke first, "Could it be that the array in Panwu Land no longer works? This White Mist might be devoid of damage now, and perhaps Ling Ling is fighting that young man for the inheritance!"

Her words stirred not only the Ancient Martial World geniuses but even secular strongmen, who were tempted to rush inside and contend for the inheritance.

"Bang!"

At that moment, a silhouette was violently ejected from Panwu Land’s White Mist, "Thud," and landed heavily on the ground.

"Ling Ling?" The crowd exclaimed.

"Pfft!" Ling Ling spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale instantly. The crowd then noticed Ling Ling’s torn clothes, with multiple blood streaks on his body.

"Such a terrifying array formation!"

The crowd felt startled, faces turning pale, sweat trailing down their backs, thanking their restraint from impulsively entering Panwu Land, or they’d suffer similarly.

Besides, Ling Ling was an Ancient Martial World genius, powerful and possibly possessing life-saving treasures, unlike them, who might perish inside Panwu Land.

"With such a powerful array, that person cannot possibly have survived!"

"Then what caused the disturbance in Panwu Land?"

"Perhaps the inheritance did open, but it’s unrelated to that young man!"

The crowd buzzed with discussions, neglecting the fallen Ling Ling, evidently disliking his domineering and cold nature.