Chapter 679: Chapter 597: A Claw Breaks the Knife
"Such strong Sword Qi!"
Ye Qingfeng murmured softly. Since he left the mountain, he had fought dozens of people, but it was the first time he encountered such violent and tangible Sword Qi.
This strike not only broke the Spiritual Energy on his hand but also cut a wound on his fist, a drop of blood dripping to the ground.
"Interesting!"
This was the first time he’d been injured and bled since mastering Martial Arts, the last time being before he cultivated Void Tripod Spiritual Power.
Shangchuan Duantian arrogantly held his blade and laughed, "Ye Jiujie, how’s this strike?"
The three, Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, exchanged glances, their hearts growing increasingly uneasy.
They were well aware of the rumors of the Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, with various versions, but no one had ever said Ye Jiujie was injured.
But now, blood dripped from Ye Qingfeng’s fist, clearly indicating he was injured.
"Shangchuan Duantian, indeed, as expected of someone who could battle ’the Dragon King’ back in the day, Ye Jiujie’s situation looks grim!"
Dragon spoke gravely. Although Ye Jiujie was a legendary figure in Huaxia today, he did indeed lack the luster when compared to the veteran experts on the War God List.
Leopard gently shook her red lips, feeling worried. She admired Ye Jiujie greatly and didn’t want to see him injured the first time she met him. She felt her idol’s image in her mind was swiftly crumbling.
"The rumors say Ye Jiujie’s combat power is unparalleled, but it seems a rumor is always just a rumor, not absolutely reliable!"
She shook her head gently, her reverence for Ye Jiujie diminishing considerably, beginning to look for a way to help everyone escape. She thought the Invincible War God might taste defeat for the first time today.
Facing Shangchuan Duantian’s teasing question, Ye Qingfeng’s lips curled into a wicked smile.
"This strike, I find not much!"
A silvery light flashed across his fist, and Shangchuan Duantian’s eyes changed slightly. The previously half-inch-deep cut had stopped bleeding and was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What ability is this? Could he be a self-healing superpower user?"
Shangchuan Duantian shook his head slightly, murmuring, "Even a Holy Level self-healing superpower user couldn’t possibly have such powerful recovery ability. What kind of monster is he?"
Shangchuan Duan Shui and the three, Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, watched in shock. The speed at which Ye Qingfeng’s body was recovering was astonishingly unbelievable.
Looking at the already healed wound, Ye Qingfeng felt disdain. Although injured by Shangchuan Duantian’s strike, it did not affect him at all.
The silver blood within him was a top-tier healing elixir in the world, capable of increasing healing speed and being immune to all poisons.
Coupled with his body, tempered to perfection by the Void Tripod Spiritual Power, working in unison, not to mention such minor injuries, even if his skin and flesh were ripped open, they could completely recover in a short time.
Calling him undying might be excessive, but it is quite fitting.
"Great skill, take another strike from me!"
Though surprised, Shangchuan Duantian showed no fear. In his eyes, there was absolutely no one in the world who couldn’t be killed.
He stepped forward, and White Blade swung down vertically.
"Swish!"
The wind and clouds surged, but no one saw the attack being launched.
Only Ye Qingfeng below flipped backward, interlaced his fingers, and slammed his double fists diagonally.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound came from the air, as if something was shattered.
Ye Qingfeng, however, stepped back two steps, Spiritual Power swirling around his fist, grinning coldly.
Everyone was shocked. The Sword Qi released by Shangchuan Duantian had become an invisible object, formless and shapeless, hard to discern. If it were any of them, they probably wouldn’t even know how they died.
"I took two of your strikes; now take one of my claws!"
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were indifferent, his five fingers slightly bent into claws, and the Void Tripod Spiritual Power surged and compressed.
The ground beside him was drawn by a mysterious force, and fragments of leaves collided and compressed, forming a giant leaf.
"Void Cauldron Immortal Technique, the eighth move, Earth Splitting Claw!"
He shouted lowly, and his claw swung in front of him.
The giant leaf was endowed with Supreme Spiritual Energy, charging toward Shangchuan Duantian at a speed too fast to see.
This giant leaf weighed at least tens of thousands of pounds, capable of flattening an armored tank instantly, and contained Ye Qingfeng’s Supreme Spiritual Energy, definitely a deadly move capable of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth.
"Hmph!"
Shangchuan Duantian didn’t move, and the White Blade in his hand seemed to be endowed with spirituality, ringing joyfully as a white Sword Light exploded, spanning half the sky.
"Slash!"
He swung his blade down, and this time everyone saw the white Sword Light clearly.
As soon as it collided with the giant leaf, it was cut like tender tofu by the Sword Light.
Shangchuan Duantian sneered in his heart, but at the moment the giant leaf was cut, he saw the wicked smile at the corner of Ye Qingfeng’s mouth.
"What?"
In the next moment, five claw marks flashed through the void, fleeting, passing before him.
Shangchuan Duantian’s expression froze on his face.
"Crack!"
The white Sword Qi, hundreds of feet long, was sliced down vertically, and the instant the giant leaf split, a five-claw imprint suddenly appeared in his pupils.
"Not good!"
Shangchuan Duantian’s heart jolted, and he swiftly retreated.
Five claw marks seemed to come from the void, as if about to tear the void apart, fleeting.
"What?"
Dragon, Tiger, Leopard, and Shangchuan Duan Shui were horrified, the sharp white Sword Light instantly shattered, broken into six pieces by a claw.
Shangchuan Duantian’s hairband broke, his long hair scattered, but none of this could suppress the fear and lingering terror in his heart.
At the moment when the five-claw imprint flashed, he felt the breath of death approaching, so he reacted immediately, retreating.
If not, it wouldn’t just be his hairband that broke, but his whole head would have been cut in half.
That claw, strange beyond compare, neither sword nor claw, so powerful it was hard to believe.
Shangchuan Duantian bowed his head slightly, his heart filled with fear again.
His White Blade, one of the four Supreme Great Sharp Blades in Japan, extremely hard, made of transparent fine mysterious iron, was almost on par with the Chiyou Sword. But at this moment, an extremely irregular nick appeared on its blade, vaguely showing the imprint of five claws.
"How is this possible?"
He swallowed, nearly a hundred years old, having used White Blade millions of times, and clashed with many Divine Weapons, yet never had there been a single nick.
But Ye Qingfeng’s claw had gouged five claw marks on White Blade?
On the ground, Ye Qingfeng maintained his claw gesture, grinning coldly.
"Just now, you asked me how that strike was!"
"Now I ask you, how’s this claw?"
Shangchuan Duantian’s face turned ashen, no trace of his previous calm remaining.
"Well, a fine Ye Jiujie!"
He laughed in anger. His Divine Weapon, having followed him for decades, was shattered. How could he not be angry?