Everyone knew Meng Zihao and Meng Haotian were birds of a feather. Seeing Wang Hu's performance on the Martial Arts Platform earlier, they found it hard to accept, utterly unable to believe that even Wang Hu had become so formidable!

In their eyes, Wang Hu was just a small sidekick of Ding Fan. It was normal for Ding Fan to be outstanding.

But how could Wang Hu also be so exceptional!

Especially when Meng Haotian saw the match between Wang Hu and Ye Qingfeng, he couldn't believe his eyes. Even as the leader of the Outer Sect Disciples, he might not be their match, yet he was being suppressed by Wang Hu time and again. It was simply impossible.

Didn't this mean that even he wouldn't be a match for Wang Hu at this moment? Back in the day, his strength was enough to handle ten Wang Hus without much effort.

Yet now, Wang Hu had grown to this extent!

Meng Haotian began to question life. Cultivation wasn't supposed to be so easy. When Meng Haotian realized Wang Hu's cultivation hadn't increased much, only his strength, it was even more shocking than if he had increased his cultivation. It left Meng Haotian like a deflated balloon, despondent to the extreme.

The strength of his adversary was undoubtedly a significant blow to him.

At this moment, Meng Haotian couldn't figure out how to confront Ding Fan and Wang Hu. The strength they displayed this time would certainly see them enter the Inner Sect and become Inner Sect Disciples after the outer sect tournament concluded. Wang Hu was already an Inner Sect Disciple, possibly even a Core Disciple...

How could he face a Core Disciple? Going against a Core Disciple was akin to confronting an Elder, considering each Core Disciple had an Elder who passionately protected them.

Since Wang Hu had already become a Core Disciple, then for Ding Fan, of course, there was no need to say more. Meng Haotian understood this more clearly than anyone, feeling more angry and helpless than anyone else...

Clearly, Meng Haotian knew that if he wanted to deal with Ding Fan and Wang Hu again, he had to plan carefully. Any rash action would only result in harm to himself. Once Ding Fan and Wang Hu entered the Inner Sect, their support would be the entire sect.

For the sect, strong and exceptionally talented disciples were highly valued. There were only a few hundred Inner Sect Disciples, but each was incredibly powerful.

Someone like him couldn't compare. His position as the leader of the Outer Sect Disciples held little advantage in front of the Inner Sect Disciples and was nothing before the Core Disciples!

Looking at Wang Hu on the Martial Arts Platform, Meng Haotian focused his attention on Ye Qingfeng. Since Ye Qingfeng was competing with Wang Hu in the outer sect tournament, suppressing Wang Hu was the right thing to do. Moreover, Meng Haotian noticed the expression on Ye Qingfeng's face and the killing intent in his eyes, revealing some clues.

The more Meng Haotian observed, the happier he became. Ding Fan was already difficult enough to deal with, and now Wang Hu had grown so much that he was bound to be a worry for Meng Haotian. If Ye Qingfeng could kill Wang Hu, he would naturally be overjoyed!

Meng Zihao was shocked after witnessing Wang Hu's performance, unable to believe that Wang Hu had become so powerful. It was simply terrifying. When he and a few sect disciples went to teach him a lesson, Wang Hu was just so so.

But now, if Meng Zihao had any sense, he wouldn't make the same foolish mistake.

Wang Hu's strength had reached a level where even Ye Qingfeng, the true number one of the outer sect, had been easily injured. Ye Qingfeng's cultivation was in the Late Nascent Soul Stage and could even rival some sect elders.

Situations like this were beyond anyone's capability to handle Wang Hu. To confront Wang Hu now would be suicidal for someone of his level!

Despite his resentment towards Wang Hu and Ding Fan, Meng Zihao knew in his heart how powerful they had become!

Watching the Martial Arts Platform, Meng Zihao noticed Ye Qingfeng seemed to be putting serious effort and perhaps intent on crippling Wang Hu completely. He felt immensely satisfied, and his eyes harbored a trace of viciousness.

He was impatient to see Wang Hu being shredded to pieces by Ye Qingfeng on the platform and dying as a result.

However, the gap between ideal and reality is vast, especially for those with ill intentions, who often feel the heavens never favor them, though completely mistaken...

Ye Qingfeng unleashed his Unique Skills against Wang Hu, filled with a killer's resolve. He heard the cheers for his opponent from the crowd below—the praise that should have been his snatched away forcefully. How could he bear it?

He couldn't rest until his opponent was dead!

Swish swish swish!

The cold glimmers of sword light flashed fiercely around Wang Hu, and in less than half a minute, his body was already covered with cuts and gashes, bleeding profusely.

Evidently, Wang Hu was using his Fist Technique to defend against the other's Swordsmanship, and naturally, this was the result.

However, Ye Qingfeng was shocked by Wang Hu's fist technique's prowess. Despite receiving so many deadly moves, Wang Hu merely suffered superficial injuries, which was extremely aggravating.

The hatred in Ye Qingfeng's heart grew rapidly. He never thought that even after using his Treasured Sword, he could not swiftly kill the opponent. It was a significant disgrace to him.

He regretted not finishing off his opponent with a sword thrust when he had knocked him down at the first move, avoiding so much trouble now!

Instantly, Ye Qingfeng's sword momentum surged again. Ye Qingfeng ruthlessly vowed to grind Wang Hu down with his Treasured Sword bit by bit since one strike couldn't kill him. Given Wang Hu's heavy injuries, Ye Qingfeng believed that in less than an hour, Wang Hu would run out of blood to shed!

Let's see if you die then!

Swish swish swish!

Boom boom boom!

For a moment, Ye Qingfeng's fierce Sword Qi and Wang Hu's aggressive, domineering fist technique mingled together, creating crisp and resounding sounds that made viewers tremble with fear.

Wang Hu knew his current situation; if things continued like this, he would likely face misfortune. Obviously, the opponent used a sword, which was not so easy to handle, and he was already completely at a disadvantage. His fist technique's attacks were clearly no longer as precise and fierce against the opponent.

Yet the opponent's sword edge was incomparably sharp.

In merely half a minute, Wang Hu already had three more cuts on his body. Although they're just superficial, it cannot go on like this!

Ye Qingfeng saw the embarrassed look on his opponent's face and was immediately filled with pride.

"Want to defeat me? Dream on, die for me!"

At this moment, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Qingfeng's eyes as he viciously thrust his sword towards Wang Hu, channeling all his True Qi into the treasured sword.

"Great Ancestor Sword!"

Ye Qingfeng shouted, and his momentum surged!

The numerous disciples below the martial arts platform were astonished to shock by the scene they witnessed.

"Senior Brother Ye is actually displaying the 'Great Ancestor Sword'. This is simply unbelievable! You must know, the 'Great Ancestor Sword' is an Earth Level Upper Grade martial art, absolutely one of the top-tier swordsmanships!"

"I thought Senior Brother Ye was best at fist techniques, but unexpectedly, his prowess lies in swordsmanship!"

"Yes, you must know that the 'Great Ancestor Sword' is an Earth Level Upper Grade martial art; its power is immense, this move is almost definitely a killer!"

"No cultivator can withstand Senior Brother Ye's sword technique! It's truly spectacular!"

"Don't just consider if a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator can withstand it; even those at the Emergence Stage cannot be underestimated!"

"It seems like Brother Wang Hu is in trouble this time!"

"Won't Brother Wang Hu fall? It's a waste of such a talented individual..."

"Let's mourn for Brother Wang Hu for three minutes..."

"There's no way; it's just that Senior Brother Ye is too powerful!"

"..."

For a moment, many cultivators began to discuss, and everyone was very surprised by Ye Qingfeng's sword on the martial arts platform.

At this time, almost all twenty martial arts platforms had halted their contests; all the cultivators were intently watching the situation between Wang Hu and Ye Qingfeng on one platform. It was truly spectacular!

No one had ever seen Ye Qingfeng display so many unique skills in a single competition; this was indeed a rare opportunity.

Moreover, it seemed as if Senior Brother Ye had no choice but to use so many top-tier skills, clearly showing how formidable his opponent was!

Such a match was exceptionally exciting for the sect disciples!

There would be a lot to learn from it too.

At this moment, Meng Haotian saw Ye Qingfeng's sword on the martial arts platform, and his face was filled with malicious pride. Clearly, this time Wang Hu was doomed!

Lianzi and others beside Ding Fan witnessed the scene on the martial arts platform, and their hearts leapt into their throats, evidently very worried about Wang Hu. After all, Wang Hu was unarmed, and Ye Qingfeng's sword presence was extremely fierce. Even though they were watching from below the platform, they could already feel the frightening killing intent from the opponent's sword.

Meanwhile, Ding Fan continued to cultivate calmly. He was fully aware of the situation on the martial arts platform but wasn't too worried about Wang Hu's safety, rather uncertain whether Wang Hu could overcome himself. However, Ding Fan then thought such worries were unnecessary, as he still had confidence in his brother.

On the martial arts platform, Wang Hu looked at his opponent's sword, like fireworks blooming in the air, as countless sword blossoms bore down on him. Wang Hu was acutely aware that even a tiny sword blossom was enough to severely injure him, clearly recognizing the strength of his opponent's swordsmanship.

Yet at this moment, Wang Hu was not afraid at all, filled instead with fighting spirit. Clearly, this was his opponent's strongest strike, and it was the critical step in this grand competition, where victory, defeat, and life and death would be decided!

Determined, Wang Hu shouted fiercely. At the same time, his mind was filled with the fist techniques taught by his brother Ding Fan, and now he was going to unleash his strongest blow!

"Golden Dragon Emergence!"

With a thunderous shout, Wang Hu swung his fist and smashed it toward his opponent. The crowd below seemed to feel the air solidify, with thunder roaring.

Following Wang Hu's punch, a tremendous dragon-shaped wave followed after, surging upward and crashing against Ye Qingfeng's swordsmanship like a thunderous tide.

Boom!

In an instant, the sky and earth seemed to turn dim, as if the ground itself began to shake.

The scene was too astonishing!