City this time, preparing to target him. Of course, he wouldn't sit idly by and wait for the other party to set a trap before making their move. With his personality, he certainly wouldn't be so passi...Chapter 463 Blood-Stained Splendor (Part 2) (1/2)

As for Ye Junlang's words, the gray-clothed elder Ge Tong did not deny them. His pair of grayish eyes looked at Ye Junlang coldly and said, "With your foundation and physical strength, even in the ancient martial arts world, you are a rare talent. It's a pity."

"Hahaha!" Ye Junlang burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the air. He heard the implication in Ge Tong's words, that he was going to die here soon. A surge of defiant passion surged through him. "Old man," he said, his voice filled with challenge, "are you saying I will die here I don't believe in fate, only in my fists! If you want me dead, come and get me!"

As Ye Junlang roared, a magnificent and overwhelming aura emanated from him. His eyes seemed to burn with raging flames, his boundless fighting spirit reaching its peak.

At this moment, Ye Junlang's aura was already that of an invincible force, a spirit that defied all. It was a surge of passion, and even more so, an unwavering belief in his own invincibility.

As he said, he only believes in his fists.

Even though the gray-robed elder in front of him was powerful, this kind of power wasn't just a bit stronger than the mad lion or Black Sword he had killed. It was strong on a whole different level, a different realm altogether.

Ye Junlang is still fearless. He is not afraid of powerful enemies and firmly believes in the conviction that he is invincible in his heart.

Ye Junlang stood there, his own presence like a towering mountain, forming an immense and boundless force. Even with thousands of enemies before him, he remained fearless!

A man's death on the battlefield is an honor; a man slaying a strong enemy is a sight stained with blood.

Yang Rui's face was pale, and he had long since fallen silent.

He felt a bone-chilling sensation all over his body, a coldness rising from his feet and spreading throughout him, leaving him feeling like he had stepped into an ice cellar.

Especially when Ye Junlang's indifferent gaze just swept over him, he immediately felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, uncontrollably giving rise to a creepy feeling.

He kept comforting himself in his heart, with Second Young Master Situ and the gray-clothed elder present, Ye Junlang would definitely die. But this kind of self-comfort was useless at all.

As Ye Junlang's own momentum grew stronger and stronger, the fear in his heart became increasingly intense.

Perhaps, for him, only the complete cessation of Ye Junlang's breath would bring true relaxation. Otherwise, as long as Ye Junlang had even a single breath left, he would remain under the constant pressure of terror.

For some reason, Situ Liuyun suddenly felt that the man standing opposite him, as straight and proud as a javelin, with an air as imposing as a towering mountain, was blindingly conspicuous. He inexplicably felt a pressure, a kind of panic.

This feeling came upon him suddenly, making him feel incredibly incredulous. In his view, with Ge Tong's power, this young man was undoubtedly going to die. Why would he be feeling pressure and panic

As the second son of the Situ family, he had always been above others, looking down on them. How could he have ever felt this inexplicable sense of panic

This made him feel humiliated and furious, wanting nothing more than to kill this man who stood before him, a blazing sun amidst the night.

So, Situ Liuyun said in a deep voice, "Master Ge, disable this man for me, and I will personally cut his throat."

The grey-robed elder finally moved. His face was pale and indifferent, his aged features betraying no change in emotion as he simply lifted his leg and walked toward Ye Junlang.

The gray-robed elder still had no aura emanating from him, in stark contrast to Ye Junlang's imposing and majestic presence, like a towering mountain.

However, the moment the old man in grey took his first step, Ye Junlang's eyes narrowed sharply, and a chill ran through them.

That's truly powerful!

Ye Junlang felt a surge of emotion in his heart. The grey-clad old man seemed to have no trace of aura emanating from him, but in reality, the terrifying pressure he possessed had condensed into a single point, invisible

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He decisively crushed Ye Junlang.

This invisible aura could only be felt by Ye Junlang, which is why he would sigh at the strength of the old man in gray. Being able to control one's own aura to such a refined level was naturally an unimaginable feat of power.

After tonight, you will cease to exist in this world.

Ge Tong said in a flat tone.

Ye Junlang took a deep breath, then let out a heavy sigh of turbid air. He spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground and said coldly, "Cut the crap, let's fight."

As he spoke, Ye Junlang moved, unleashing his Flashing Step technique.

Phew!

That speed was too fast, in an instant it arrived before the gray-robed elder.

Such a swift attack finally caused Ge Tong's face to change slightly, with a glimmer in his eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.

Boom!

Ye Junlang unleashed his punch, condensing all of his strongest critical strike power into it. This fist technique gathered and transformed into a dragon shape, with a ghostly dragon roar echoing through the air. A terrifying aura of carnage swept out with the fist, charging towards the grey-robed old man.

This punch is the strongest technique in Dragon Shadow Killing Whale Fist — Killing Whale in the Sea!

A ferocious and unparalleled fist force, a vast and boundless explosive power, a chilling aura of bloodshed, all converged together, as this "Whale Slaughter at Sea" technique surged forward.

"Get back!"

Ge Tong roared suddenly, and with that roar, an extremely powerful martial aura finally surged into the sky. He raised his hand into a fist, and the power of his martial arts realm's dark energy gathered. This was still the power of the second level of dark energy.

Ge Tong's punch held his strongest double-layered inner force, which surged forth with the fist's momentum. In an instant, the dazzling fist radiance seemed like a small sun burning, facing Ye Junlang's punch with an aura of incinerating everything in its path.

Blazing Sun Fist!

This is a powerful ancient martial arts skill.

Boom!

The two fighters' punches collided with a thunderous roar, unleashing a deafening and terrifying pressure that surged outwards in all directions. The air itself rippled like a tsunami erupting from the void, an incredibly fearsome sight.

The power of the critical strike and the force of the dark energy collided.

The moment their fists collided, Ye Junlang's face changed drastically. The dark-clothed old man's internal energy was immensely powerful, several times stronger than the combined might of Kuangshi and Black Sword.

This is not even the most terrifying part. What's truly frightening is that this dark force possesses an unparalleled piercing and killing power. It’s as if it were transformed into tangible blades, ruthlessly slicing through Ye Junlang’s own overwhelming attack force, shattering it into pieces.

Then, under the sweeping force of Ge Tong's powerful dark energy, Ye Junlang gasped and involuntarily retreated several steps!

Ge Tong was still standing in place. The punch he had just thrown failed to injure Ye Junlang, only forcing him back. This was indeed unexpected. He had a newfound understanding of Ye Junlang's formidable physical strength.

But he didn't care anymore.

Even with a powerful physique, unless one has cultivated to the realm of Diamond-Indestructible in Body Cultivation, at best he could land a few more punches before inevitably destroying Ye Junlang's physical body and killing him.

"Hee hee..."

Sithu Liuyun let out a cold smile, completely relaxed. Seeing Ge Tong repel Ye Junlang with one punch, he knew the situation was settled.

Yang Rui's pale face flushed with excitement, his heart pounding, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy. It seemed he had already envisioned Ye Junlang falling to the ground and dying.

He was forced back with a single punch. What could Ye Junlang possibly use to fight the grey-robed elder

……

Let's have a little burst!

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