CHAPTER 1160: 1160 RELAXED! (CHAPTER 1)

"Are you Ye Qiu?"

The middle-aged man’s voice carried a hint of surprise, seemingly not expecting Ye Qiu to appear at this moment.

He had long heard of Ye Qiu, knowing this guy was quite powerful, but he didn’t pay him any mind. To him, any Martial Artist in this world was nothing but an ignorant country bumpkin, incomparable to someone like him.

Ye Qiu saw a look of disdain in the middle-aged man’s eyes, such a lofty and condescending gaze.

Looking at him was like a deity gazing down on a mortal, quite infuriating.

"Was it also you who caused the power that injured me earlier?" the middle-aged man asked, anyone could hear the barely contained anger in his tone.

Ye Qiu remained indifferent, calmly saying, "That’s right." His spiritual power was hidden within Shen Mengchen’s mind to protect her at critical moments. Unexpectedly, when the opponent tried to search Shen Mengchen’s memory, the dormant spiritual power launched an attack, causing the middle-aged man to immediately stop probing.

Although he didn’t know the identity of this middle-aged man, Ye Qiu didn’t care. Even the three ancient clans in the ancient land were wiped out by him; the experts in this mundane world didn’t concern him.

Ever since he saw Bai Xiong gravely injured and lying in a hospital bed with a breath barely held, Ye Qiu had been suppressing his anger. Had he not returned in time, perhaps Bai Xiong would never have awakened.

For the person who made the move, Ye Qiu harbored a desire to kill.

Now, he finally saw this guy, with such an arrogant demeanor, truly annoying.

"Alright, alright, I will make you pay a price, a price you cannot bear," the middle-aged man didn’t know what Ye Qiu was thinking. His thought was, first deal with Ye Qiu, then deal with Shen Mengchen.

The middle-aged man showed no emotion, but his aura rose rapidly, looking ready to strike at any moment.

"Young Master, let me," Jin Shanshun stepped forward, Ye Qiu shook his head, "I said I would beat him into a dog, leave him to me. You go and rescue Mengchen, ensure her safety."

"Yes." Jin Shanshun’s figure blurred, and he was already by Shen Mengchen’s side.

Hmm?

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed, stunned by Jin Shanshun’s speed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Divine Power!"

A great surprise flashed in his eyes. In this world full of ordinary people, where nature’s spiritual energy was scarce, seeing a divine-level martial artist was truly shocking for him.

"No wonder you dare to rescue people, quite a skill. I just wonder how you compare to your subordinate in strength."

Jin Shanshun’s strength only surprised the middle-aged man for a moment; he wasn’t intimidated because his strength was equally unfathomable.

Swish.

The middle-aged man didn’t attack Ye Qiu; instead, he immediately struck at Jin Shanshun, clearly not wanting him to take Shen Mengchen away.

Jin Shanshun punched directly, colliding with him, and his arm immediately gave a cracking sound, breaking directly.

"So strong!" With just one strike, Jin Shanshun’s arm was temporarily disabled, not expecting this middle-aged man’s strength to be so formidable.

"Go." Without hesitating, Jin Shanshun grabbed Shen Mengchen and turned to leave. The middle-aged man spread his large hand to capture them when Ye Qiu suddenly stepped in, calmly saying, "Your opponent is me."

"Hmph, courting death." The middle-aged man showed a hint of coldness, his big hand didn’t stop, suddenly applying more force, and instantly, an overwhelming aura surged forward.

The young man standing aside felt this power, his legs immediately went soft, and with a wet sensation underneath, a puddle of yellow liquid silently gathered at his feet.

He actually wet his pants.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to the young man’s embarrassment. Facing this incredible slap, Ye Qiu suddenly smirked, causing the middle-aged man to be momentarily stunned, thinking Ye Qiu was arrogant, being able to smile at this moment. Didn’t he know what death meant, or had he been scared stupid?

Whoosh...

The big hand fell, however, the scene in front of the middle-aged man was unlike what he predicted. Instead of Ye Qiu being slapped to death, a shocking scene unfolded.

Ye Qiu merely extended two fingers slightly, stopping his slap in its tracks.

Swish.

Ye Qiu raised his head, the middle-aged man saw a smiling face, only to hear this face say calmly, "With your limited strength, you still want to slap me to death? Go back and practice for a few hundred more years."

As the words fell, Ye Qiu’s two fingers suddenly flipped like a spirit snake, landing directly on his wrist, firmly grabbing and pulling back, causing the middle-aged man’s body to step forward uncontrollably. Ye Qiu had already prepared a foot, which viciously kicked his abdomen.

Boom.

The force of the kick was immense, making a booming sound like a drum bursting, the drumhead shattering with a bang, shaking the eardrums.

Ye Qiu’s series of moves was extremely swift; in less than a blink, the middle-aged man was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing hard on the ground.

The young man who had wet his pants, believed the adult’s move had sealed Ye Qiu’s fate. After all, the momentum alone was terrifying enough. However, the situation rapidly reversed; the young man, only a few years apart in age from him, had quickly beaten the adult, whom he revered, into the air.

"This..." Was he dreaming?

The young man had witnessed many extraordinary methods of the middle-aged man. Back then, he survived by sheer luck, never expecting to see someone more formidable so soon after.

"You damned ant, how dare you injure me." While the young man was in fear of Ye Qiu’s strength, the middle-aged man had already disappeared from the ground where he’d landed, being easily countered by Ye Qiu, leaving him furious, never imagining he would be sent flying by a young man.

"Ant? Haha... anyone who dared call me an ant was dealt with by me. As for you, in my eyes, you’re less than an ant."

Facing the middle-aged man’s sudden attack, Ye Qiu directly used the Tai Chi starting stance, not moving a step, once again locking onto the middle-aged man’s arm, then delivering another vicious kick.

Boom.

The middle-aged man was sent flying again.

Swish.

The middle-aged man attacked once more, but the result remained unchanged, another vicious kick sent him flying back again.

At this moment, Ye Qiu was smiling, not at all appearing to be fighting a master.

"Go on, I said I won’t stop until I beat you into a dog. Of course, if you’re willing to bark like a dog, maybe I can go easier on you."

Ye Qiu’s words mercilessly pierced the middle-aged man, how many years had it been since someone dared to talk to him like this, people who did so had long turned to dust.

Immediately, the middle-aged man, in fury, charged out once again with a scream.