Ye Feng, hearing this, showed no fear. He moved Xiao Feifei behind him, ready to strike at any moment.
At this moment, the one named Xingyu spoke, "Senior Brother, to deal with this brat, why do you need to lift a finger? Let me handle it! Brat, take this, Fierce Wind Palm!"
As he spoke, he directly attacked, raising his hand and slamming a palm towards Ye Feng.
A cyan palm print appeared, accompanied by a whistling wind, as if tearing through the surrounding gales.
Ye Feng immediately recognized that this technique was not low-grade, at least a mid-tier or above, possessing astonishing power.
"Collapsing Thunder Fist, First Form!"
However, facing this palm, Ye Feng clenched his fist, and lightning erupted instantly as he unleashed a punch.
The fierce wind and lightning intertwined and clashed, blinding light and piercing sounds filling the entire large factory.
*Puff!*
A sound of spitting blood was heard, and a figure was sent flying.
"Cough, cough, how, how is this possible? How did your strength suddenly become so powerful?"
Xingyu lay on the ground, clutching his right arm, spitting blood, looking utterly miserable.
He remembered that Ye Feng had used this same move before, but it had only managed to push him back.
He could never have imagined that Ye Feng's punch now had nearly crippled his right arm, the power on a completely different level.
Seeing this, Ye Feng glanced at him coldly, paying him no mind, and looked up at the man in green.
"Damn it, how dare you ignore me?"
Xingyu stood up, furious, and was about to attack Ye Feng again in a rage.
The man in green saw this, reached out to stop him, and said, "Junior Brother Xingyu, stop. You are no match for him! Let me handle it!"
He then looked at Ye Feng and said, "Your strength is considerable, but meeting me is your misfortune!"
"Oh? Is that so? I think the one who will be unfortunate is more likely to be you!" Ye Feng chuckled.
The man in green heard this and sneered, "Is that so? Right, so you know who you're defeated by, let me introduce myself first! My name is Liang Qing, an inner disciple of the Qingxuan Sect!"
However, Ye Feng, facing his solemn demeanor, disdained, "If you're going to fight, hurry up! I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you!"
Liang Qing heard this and was immediately displeased.
"Blazing Sun Fist!"
He let out a soft cry, stomped his foot, and the stone slab beneath him instantly shattered. He sprang out like a blazing sun, launching a punch towards Ye Feng.
The speed was so fast it shocked Ye Feng; it was the fastest among cultivators of the same level he had ever seen, bar none.
Ye Feng hurriedly used the Collapsing Thunder Fist and unleashed a punch.
The next second, their fists collided, and Ye Feng was directly forced back several steps.
"How is this possible?" Ye Feng was greatly alarmed.
Ye Feng could feel that their cultivation levels were similar, and the opponent's martial skill level was not higher than his, yet he could gain the upper hand. This greatly surprised him.
"Hmm? You're not injured, just pushed back a few steps?"
What Ye Feng didn't know was that while he was shocked, the opponent was even more shocked.
This was because Liang Qing was an inner disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, and ranked among the top inner disciples.
It could be said that he was an absolute master, rarely encountering an opponent of comparable strength.
He hadn't expected to encounter such a formidable opponent so soon after emerging into the world.
"Hmph, I underestimated you. Let's go again! Blazing Sun Fist, Second Form, Three Suns Ascend!"
As he spoke, Liang Qing attacked again. Three blazing suns appeared behind him, and a terrifying oppressive aura instantly spread out.
"Hmph, come on! It's rare to meet such a powerful opponent. Let's see who is stronger! Collapsing Thunder Fist, Second Form, Thunder Moves the Eight Wastelands!"
Ye Feng sneered, activating the Sea God's power in his dantian, and unleashed a punch.
Three bolts of lightning flashed around Ye Feng's fist, constantly shooting out and striking the surrounding enemies.
On Liang Qing's fist, flames burned fiercely, and streaks of fire collided with the lightning.
The moment their fists met, the collision of lightning and fire directly caused a massive explosion, with lightning scattering everywhere and flames flying about.
Both Ye Feng and Liang Qing retreated, appearing to be evenly matched.
"How is this possible?"
Liang Qing was beginning to doubt himself. He was considered a genius within his sect and had thought he could easily crush cultivators from the outside world.
Yet, here he was, facing someone so powerful that they were evenly matched with him.
"This guy is a master!"
Ye Feng had always fought against opponents with higher cultivation than himself. He had never encountered someone of similar cultivation who could contend with him head-on.
He felt a sense of growing stronger and more excited with each battle.
"Haha, exhilarating! Again! Thunder God Fist, Third Form, Heavenly Thunder Descends!"
Ye Feng roared excitedly and unleashed a punch. Instantly, dark clouds gathered above the abandoned factory, and a terrifying, powerful bolt of lightning struck down from within.
"Hmm? Such terrifying power! Blazing Sun Fist, Third Form, Wrath of the Sun God!"
Liang Qing roared, and a giant fiery phantom appeared behind him. Nine suns actually floated behind him.
The phantom blocked Ye Feng's sky-piercing lightning, but after a moment, the phantom seemed to be losing, becoming increasingly ethereal and transparent, as if it would shatter and disappear at any moment.
Liang Qing, as the one who cast the technique, also felt as if he were under a thousand tons of pressure, spitting blood and struggling painfully!
"Senior Brother, I'll help you!"
Suddenly, Xingyu launched a sneak attack from behind Ye Feng, intending to kill him.
Xiao Feifei, watching from a distance, immediately shouted, "Ye Feng, be careful!"
"Hmph, seeking death!"
Seeing this, Ye Feng raised his other hand and slammed it out forcefully.
The next second, Xingyu flew out, crackling with electricity, and in his screams, was instantly charred into a coke by the lightning.
With Xingyu's sneak attack, Ye Feng's focus and power were dispersed, and Liang Qing was finally able to block Ye Feng's lightning.
However, when he saw Xingyu charred into a coke, he became enraged.
"Damn it, you killed my junior brother! I will kill you today!"
Liang Qing said coldly, and his long sword was instantly unsheathed. At that moment, Ye Feng felt an extreme killing intent.
"Heh heh, brat, my strongest trump card is my swordsmanship, not my fist techniques! You can die with no regrets under my swordplay! Phantom Sword Art!"
Liang Qing sneered, holding his long sword and thrusting it towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng had only one feeling at the moment: his vision was blurred.
Countless sword shadows lunged at him; he couldn't tell which one was real and had no time to dodge.
However, he did not resign himself to fate. He let out a soft cry, "Sea God's Trident, Supreme Overlord Spear Technique!"
The next second, the Sea God's Trident appeared in his hand, and a terrifying pressure permeated the air, instantly overpowering Liang Qing's aura.
Then, Ye Feng thrust his spear forward. Liang Qing's myriad sword shadows instantly vanished. Finally, Ye Feng's Sea God's Trident collided with Liang Qing's long sword.
However, the moment they collided, Liang Qing's long sword shattered directly, scattering like broken stones on the ground.
Liang Qing, as if suffering a backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward...