Qianchuan Bowen didn't expect Ye Feng to make a sudden move. Caught off guard, half of his head was deformed and his front teeth flew out.
His lip was ripped open and blood kept flowing out.
"What kind of dog dares to be my friend?"
Ye Feng waved his hand and said calmly.
Qianchuan Bowen covered half of his swollen face, staring intently at Ye Feng with a frighteningly gloomy gaze.
He didn't expect Ye Feng to suddenly make a move.
Caught off guard, he was slapped in the face.
He was furious in front of his beloved goddess, Asada Mako, and glared at Ye Feng through gritted teeth.
"Very well, Ye Feng, you're very arrogant. Do you really think our Japan is afraid of you?"
"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame me for being impolite."
"Set up the formation!"
With a long roar, the many experts behind him began to move, constantly changing their positions.
They were moving faster and faster, and at first you could barely make out their figures.
But soon even the figures disappeared from sight. Afterimages flashed by, stirring up a tornado that created a huge whirlpool in the seawater below, which spun continuously and made a loud rumbling noise.
Among these warriors, the only one who did not make a move was Asada Mako.
With her acquired level of cultivation, she was indeed not qualified to participate.
Asada Mako stared intently at Ye Feng, who was caught in the tornado, with a look of great interest.
She also wanted to see for herself just how powerful this man really was.
Amidst the tornado, Senkawa Hirofumi's cold and sinister voice rang out.
"Ten Thousand Blade Storm Slash!"
Swish swish——
Within the tornado, a dense array of sword flashes appeared, instantly coalescing into a giant blade tens of meters long, which slashed horizontally towards Ye Feng.
A sharp, whistling sound cut through the air, like thousands of sea monsters roaring and howling.
The seawater below was cleaved in a long gash.
Beneath that enormous blade, Ye Feng appeared as insignificant as an ant, giving the impression of being utterly vulnerable.
Qianchuan Bowen's arrogant laughter came from deep within the great formation.
"Go to hell, ha ha!"
Ye Feng remained motionless until the enormous blade struck the top of his head.
He acted with lightning speed, extending two fingers to firmly clamp the giant blade.
The imposing aura that had just been like Mount Tai pressing down suddenly vanished, frozen in mid-air.
Ye Feng's sneer rang out.
"With such limited skills, you think you can stop me?"
After saying that, he gently applied pressure with two fingers.
With a crisp crack, the giant blade, its surface riddled with cracks, snapped in two instantly, as fragile as if it were made of paper.
"Break the formation!"
Ye Feng lifted his foot and stepped into the air.
The void suddenly trembled, and invisible cracks instantly spread from beneath his feet to the surrounding area.
The tornadoes surrounding him were torn open, leaving large gashes.
Then, Ye Feng unleashed a sword strike.
A chilling sword aura enveloped the surroundings.
The terrifying pressure of the swordplay caused the sea level below to sink considerably.
It forms a distinct fault line with the surrounding sea level, like a large footprint on the sand.
The Japanese warships that followed were instantly crushed into scrap metal because they were closer.
They simply couldn't withstand that terrifying pressure.
On the deck, bursts of blood mist exploded one after another.
Screams of agony rang out continuously.
Seeing Ye Feng's stunning sword strike, Sixth Senior Sister Liu Shiru's beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
"I never expected my junior brother's swordsmanship to be so profound."
"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to have a match with my junior brother."
"Let's see whose swordsmanship is better."
Liu was eager to try.
puff--
puff--
puff--
Those Japanese masters who had just been hiding inside the tornado perished one after another under the sharp sword energy.
In mid-air, bursts of blood mist exploded one after another.
The grand formation they had jointly set up was broken by Ye Feng with a single, seemingly effortless sword strike.
Of the hundreds of experts, most died under Ye Feng's sword.
The remaining dozen or so people, if they hadn't escaped quickly, would have been killed long ago.
Qianchuan Bowen was stabbed in the chest, leaving a large gash. Blood stained his clothes red, and his eyes were filled with shock and fear.
"Ye Feng, you are indeed stronger than I imagined."
"Alright, I'll give you one last chance. Join my Eastern Kingdom and become a superior race. What's there to miss about the lowly race of Great Xia?"
"Furthermore, I can introduce you to my master, Miyamoto Nobuo..."
Before he could even utter the word "know," Ye Feng slapped him so hard he was reduced to a bloody mist.
"In my opinion, you Japanese are the inferior race."
"Hmph, utterly pathetic."
Some Japanese martial artists were so frightened that they fled in panic. Even Chikawa Hirofumi was slapped to death by Ye Feng, let alone them.
However, a very small number of Japanese experts did not escape; instead, they charged towards Ye Feng with shouts, like a pack of mad dogs.
Everyone's eyes turned red.
His aura was chaotic and violent.
My body was expanding rapidly, like a balloon filled with air, and my clothes were about to burst.
The capillaries on my face and neck swelled up to a bluish-purple color and began to burst one after another.
"From behind," Jiang Yinuo exclaimed.
"Junior brother, be careful, these people are about to self-destruct."
"They want to die with you!"
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