"You, what are you going to do? Do you think that as a mid-level War Emperor Martial Artist, I won’t be able to handle a young man?" Tong Tianqi shouted coldly.

Ye Qingfeng remained silent and walked toward him with a frosty expression. His steps weren’t fast, but with each step, his Sword Intent intensified, and the intense killing intent instantly filled the space.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was cold, and the Futu Sword in his hand once more transformed into a red beam, swiftly vanishing in the space.

There it was again!

Tong Tianqi’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of horror appeared on his face. He genuinely had no confidence in being able to withstand it again.

"Fine, I’ll concede you’re ruthless!"

Unexpectedly, Tong Tianqi didn’t hesitate at all and leaped, his figure suddenly disappeared, transforming into a long rainbow and directly fled rapidly.

"Kid, remember this, no matter the ends of the earth, I, Tong Tianqi, swear our Soul Devouring Hall will definitely tear you to pieces!"

Far away, a cold voice echoed.

The dignified elder of the Ancient Martial World actually fled directly, leaving only a harsh statement.

"The Soul Devouring Hall, huh? Your entire sect is definitely going to be removed from the Ancient Martial World,"

Ye Qingfeng murmured faintly.

"Pfft!"

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s expression changed abruptly, and he spat a mouthful of fresh blood. His face turned extremely pale, and the previously domineering, cold aura instantly became weak.

"Boom!"

The Futu Sword appeared at this time, falling directly from mid-air.

Earlier, Ye Qingfeng didn’t even intend to use Daylight Slash; his Divine Sense could only be used once. Although the Futu Sword could be continuously used, his Divine Sense couldn’t hold on.

He was merely bluffing the old thing; he had already suffered significant backlash, severely injured, only desperately suppressing it.

If Tong Tianqi hadn’t fled, Ye Qingfeng would have been in a terrible situation.

His meridians had already suffered great damage from the backlash, and the Spiritual Power brought by the Mid Grade Spirit Stone was also significantly depleted.

Originally, Ye Qingfeng could fight Tong Tianqi because of the temporal Spiritual Power from the Mid Grade Spirit Stone. When time was up, his strength would decline.

Moreover, he was already severely injured.

So he could only scare off the old thing.

"I need to leave quickly, otherwise if that old thing calls more War Emperor Warriors over, it’ll be even more troublesome!"

Ye Qingfeng’s face was as pale as paper, and he fiercely gritted his teeth, stepping onto the Futu Sword, transforming into a long rainbow, disappearing from the open space.

Tong Tianqi, Soul Devouring Hall, the day I, Ye Qingfeng, step into the Ancient Martial World is the day your sect meets its end!

Ye Qingfeng stood on the Futu Sword, enduring the injuries within, and thought coldly.

...

Three days later.

In an ancient courtyard in Yanjing, a cold and robust aura shot straight into the sky.

"Boss, he’s out!"

At this moment, the Four Guardians of Huaxia, seated cross-legged in a secret room, all opened their eyes, showing a look of astonishment.

They walked out of the room and into the courtyard, quickly walking along a small path.

"Ge Min, now that the boss is about to out, are you nervous?" At this moment, Zhang Qifan sped along, revealing a cold smile.

He remembered what happened that day in Yue Country when Ye Qingfeng was the weakest. He originally wanted to seize the opportunity to directly kill Ye Qingfeng, but Ge Min stopped him.

His heart was always extremely angry, waiting to report to Wan Potian. "I, Ge Min, have a clear conscience; what is there to fear?" Ge Min replied as usual.

"Hope you’re still this calm after the boss comes out."

Zhang Qifan did not want to waste words and spoke coldly.

He knew Wan Potian disliked Ye Qingfeng a lot, and if it weren’t for the fear that he might escape, he would have already acted to kill that guy.

Now, such a good opportunity was missed, the boss would surely be furious.

Finally, the Four Guardians arrived in front of a quaint little house, instantly going silent, looking at the wooden house, not daring to speak further.

"Haha, I, Wan Potian, have finally broken through!"

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter sounded, and simultaneously, the wooden house emitted a "creak," the door was opened suddenly.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Seeing a figure emerge, the four promptly and respectfully lowered their heads, calling out humbly.

The hearts of the Four Guardians suddenly skipped a beat as they saw Wan Potian step out, clad in simple cloth garments, completely unlike a Martial Artist, instead resembling an elegant scholar.

Moreover, Wan Potian had become increasingly youthful.

Originally, Wan Potian’s age of over eighty already appeared to be only fifty, which was terrifying enough. Now, looking again, Wan Potian unexpectedly looked like a man in his forties.

Elegant and ethereal!

"Hmm!"

Wan Potian didn’t glance at the four and only lightly nodded. He walked a steady pace with an invisible aura, resonating in the air, allowing the renowned Four Guardians of Huaxia to feel immense pressure, not daring to raise their heads.

Wan Potian’s strength became increasingly terrifying.

"Boss, I have something to report!" At this time, Zhang Qifan raised his head and looked toward Wan Potian.

Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise’s expressions changed, knowing Zhang Qifan was about to tattle.

"Hmm?"

Wan Potian raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, Zhang Qifan hesitated not and directly recounted the events of that day.

He vividly described how opportune the timing was, how severely injured Ye Qingfeng was, and how it was the best opportunity to kill him, and how Ge Min stopped him, shielding Ye Qingfeng.

Lastly, he cleverly highlighted how Ye Qingfeng had promised Ge Min that he could advance to War Emperor Warrior within three years.

"Azure Dragon, is what White Tiger said true?"

Wan Potian lifted his eyelids and looked calmly at Ge Min.

He appeared composed, giving no indication of what he might be thinking.

"Yes!" Ge Min resolutely replied without any attempt to refute, appearing unfazed.

Everything was for the nation; he had no fear in his heart. It wasn’t because of Ye Qingfeng’s promise that he let him go.

Instead, befriending Ye Qingfeng was far better for the nation than opposing him to the death.

"Why?" Wan Potian asked indifferently.

"We had the power to kill Ye Qingfeng, yet we couldn’t fully gauge his abilities. Every time, his strength astonished us; we couldn’t fathom how many more methods he had. Once he escaped, given his cold-blooded nature, it would spell disaster for Huaxia!"

Ge Min’s expression was solid, resolutely speaking.

"But he defies the discipline of the Divine Guard, continually challenging our authority," Wan Potian said deeply.

"I believe that the nation’s stability is more important than the authority of the Divine Guard!" Ge Min asserted firmly.