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After dealing with Kun, Quan Feng and the other two powerful figures looked at Ye Feng with fear and dared not step forward again.

Cheng Kun was a mid-stage Innate Realm expert, and even with the combined internal strength of the three of them, they were no match for Ye Feng.

Now all three of them are seriously injured, and even if they join forces, they are no match for each other.

Ye Feng merely glared coldly at them a few times before turning his gaze to Ji Sha Rong, "Now it's your turn. Do you want to commit suicide, or do I have to do it for you? Tell me."

Upon hearing this, Ji Sha Rong's eyes flashed with fire.

However, she calmed herself down and laughed, "Hehe, I admit you're very capable, your strength far exceeds my imagination, but so what?"

"If I weren't absolutely certain of victory, do you think I would dare to show my face here?"

"Oh?" Ye Feng also sensed it.

There are indeed still experts hiding.

"After watching for so long, it should be time for them to appear, right?" Ye Feng looked towards the gate.

Just as everyone was surprised, a white figure suddenly appeared, flying from the direction of the gate.

He was only in his thirties, tall and handsome, wearing a white robe and exuding elegance.

He arrived gracefully, sword in hand, like a dashing young gentleman.

"Interesting, so interesting."

"It's been a long time since I've met a peer with such talent. You truly deserve to be that person's son. You're worth my time."

The man remained expressionless and his words were devoid of any emotion.

"It's quite interesting, and you surprised me too."

Although Ye Feng's expression was flippant, he was actually quite cautious.

Although one cannot discern the other party's cultivation level, one can sense that this person's aura is several times stronger than Cheng Kun's from before.

"Are you also a member of the Snow Demon Sect?" Ye Feng asked.

"Yes."

The man slowly spoke, "I am both the Holy Son of the Snow Demon Sect and Ji Changfeng, a descendant of the Ji family!"

The Holy Son of the Snow Demon Sect?

These words shocked everyone.

Ye Batian, in particular, knew all too well the prestige of the Snow Demon Sect's Holy Son. Although the Holy Son could not compare to the Holy Maiden and could not inherit the position of the Snow Demon Sect's leader, the Holy Sons of each generation were all the most outstanding among the outstanding.

What shocked him even more was that this holy son was actually a member of the Ji family.

"Xiao Feng, this person should not be underestimated," he quickly reminded him.

Ye Feng naturally understood.

He sensed that the other party's cultivation level was unfathomable.

"Since you're from the Ji family, there's nothing more to say. Come on, let's settle this once and for all." Ye Feng beckoned.

"Let's see if you can withstand even one of my moves."

Ji Changfeng lightly swung his sword, and a sharp sword aura rushed towards Ye Feng.

Despite the seemingly slow sword energy, Ye Feng could sense its extraordinary power. However, since it was a life-or-death struggle, he didn't need to dodge.

With a casual wave of his hand, he also unleashed a wave of energy to meet the attack.

Bang!

The two shockwaves collided with a muffled thud before dissipating.

Those around were shaken and swayed.

Ye Feng and Ji Changfeng remained completely still.

"You have some skill." Seeing that Ye Feng was unaffected, Ji Changfeng's expression became more serious. "However, you are destined to die by my hand today!"

"Oh, who gave you that confidence?"

Ye Feng wasted no more time and rushed over in a flash.

Faced with the menacing Ye Feng, Ji Changfeng naturally dared not be careless and brandished his longsword as he charged forward.

shhhhhh!

He was incredibly agile, changing positions while attacking Ye Feng's vital points.

Everyone stared intently, unable to catch a glimpse of Ji Changfeng's figure. He would appear in front of Ye Feng one moment and behind him the next.

With each thrust, he changed positions.

What shocked them even more was that Ye Feng, though standing still and fighting bare-handed, was not at a disadvantage. They wondered if Ji Changfeng's attack had even hurt him.

However, Ji Changfeng knew very well that although Ye Feng's movements seemed slow, every dodge was perfectly timed.

He thrust out more than a dozen swords in a row, but couldn't even touch Ye Feng's clothes.

"Shadowless Sword, Eighteenth Form!"

"Let's see how you hide!"

Ji Changfeng swiftly swung his longsword, and countless sword shadows, like a giant net, rushed towards Ye Feng.

"Little tricks!"

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged as he reached out with one hand.

Amidst countless sword shadows, it actually managed to accurately grasp the real sword blade.

Indeed, he not only managed to detect the physical form of the Shadowless Sword, but he also managed to grab the sword with his bare hands.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Ye Feng let out a soft hum and suddenly twisted his body.

Keng!

The longsword was twisted and broken.

"you!"

Such amazing skill was astonishing, not only to the onlookers but even to Ji Changfeng himself.

At this moment, he finally truly felt Ye Feng's power.

Startled, he retreated repeatedly, creating distance between them.

"What is your cultivation level?"

Ji Changfeng could not accept it.

After descending the mountain, he heard the Ji family remind him of Ye Feng's strength many times, but at the time, he just took it as a joke.

Because no matter how brilliant a genius is, they will all become useless when facing him.

But now he finally realized that this guy's cultivation level was far higher than his own.

This was unacceptable to him. The other party was clearly younger than him, so how could their cultivation level be higher than his? There was no way such a person could exist in this world.

Seeing Ji Changfeng's panicked expression, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Genius is just the threshold to seeing me. My cultivation is a peak that you can never reach. Even if you were given another thirty years, you still wouldn't be my match."

"impossible!"

Ji Changfeng still couldn't accept it.

How could there possibly be anyone in this world more talented than him? He wouldn't allow that.

Just then, Ji Sha Rong shouted, "Chang Feng, stop playing around and unleash your spiritual weapon, or you'll be no match for him."

Ji Changfeng was very unwilling.

Before he descended the mountain, he was instructed to bring out the Soul-Capturing Bell. At that time, he was extremely unwilling because he believed that no one could be his match.

Even Tantai Shuang wouldn't work.

However, under pressure from his elders, he reluctantly took the Soul-Capturing Bell down the mountain.

Now, he is very glad that he did not act recklessly, otherwise, he might have really been defeated by Ye Feng today.

"Although it's a bit of an unfair victory, I had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

After saying that, he slowly took a wind chime out of his pocket.

The wind chime, about the size of a fist, is bronze in color and looks quite ordinary, like the small wind chimes sold on the street for ten yuan each.

After being taken out, it made a crisp sound when accidentally bumped.

"Lingling!"

Her voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

But to the ears of the crowd, it evoked a strange sense of nausea.

It was that kind of nausea that made me dizzy.

"Soul-capturing bell!"

The moment Ye Batian saw the wind chimes, his eyes widened in panic.

He knew all too well the power of the Soul-Capturing Bell; it was a spiritual weapon several levels higher than the Heavenly Sword, and also the treasure of their Snow Demon Sect.

Historically, these have always been the weapons of the sect leaders or holy maidens of each generation.

Only they could use it, but later it was said that the spirit of the artifact was sealed by Ji Wuji.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Son has brought them out.