Accompanied by bursts of cheers, the three major aristocratic families were extremely nervous and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
Changsun Cangsong stood up from the table, looking sharply at the lake, eagerly looking for Ye Bufan.
"Where's Xiaofan? Something will really happen to him, right?"
Dongfang Jianye is also extremely nervous. You must know that Ye Bufan represents now, but their entire three major aristocratic families are completely their backbone.
In contrast, Situ Dianmo, Su Ruyue and other women should be calmer. They believe that their men will never be impulsive, will not be defeated so easily, and will not die like this.
As time passed by, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yanbo Lake returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Until now, there was still no sign of Ye Bufan. Park Zaixiang and others suddenly shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, it's over, everything is over, Ye Bufan is dead!"
Yang Zixiong also jumped up and down excitedly: "It's good to die, it's good to die, my revenge is finally avenged, and I'm rich!"
Facing the cheers that kept ringing around them, the hearts of the people from the three major families slowly sank to the bottom. Could it be that the pillar of their family, the Dinghai Shenzhen, died like this?
Hong Sihai stood on the lake, his old face full of majesty and arrogance. He had absolute confidence in the palm he just struck.
Although he did not show his full strength, the opponent was only a late-stage Martial Saint and could never withstand such a blow. The final result would be that he would be shattered to pieces.
"Okay, is there anyone here who dares to fight me?"
His words were like thunder, shaking the whole world. Even Ye Bufan was defeated. Who dared to fight with him?
The position of a powerful person in the imperial realm is something that ordinary people can compete with.
"No more? Then I will personally announce today's battle..."
Hong Sihai's face was full of pride. He originally wanted to announce that today's battle was over.
But at this moment, a powerful momentum suddenly came from the bottom of the lake, and then the waves turned up into huge waves. In the mist that filled the sky, a figure instantly ejected from the bottom of the lake and shot straight into the sky.
This man was none other than Ye Bufan. Although his clothes were in tatters at the moment, his figure was as tall and straight as a javelin, with a faint smile on his handsome face. He exuded an aura that was ten times more powerful than before.
"Xiaofan is really Xiaofan. It's great that Xiaofan is still alive..."
"Hahaha, I just said Xiaofan wouldn't die so easily..."
"If you survive a disaster, you will be lucky. Mr. Ye will definitely kill that old guy..."
Looking at the young man in front of him, Hong Sihai frowned slightly. He never expected that this young man would be unscathed by his palm.
Then his expression changed again: "Boy, I didn't expect you to break through?"
This really surprised him. Normally, it would be extremely difficult for him to take a step forward once he reaches the level of Martial Saint.
And the young man in front of him, under his own palm, was promoted from the late stage of the Martial Saint to the realm of the Great Perfection of the Martial Saint. This is simply a miracle!
Ye Bufan laughed: "Yes, I have to thank the great elder for his help."
It turns out that all of this was part of his plan. In recent times, with the help of pills, his cultivation level has improved rapidly, reaching the late stage of Martial Saint. However, he is always a little short of the realm of Dzogchen.
Unable to break through.
Later, I thought about it and realized that I was improving too quickly and smoothly, and lacked the kind of pressure to stimulate my potential.
It was precisely because of this that he had the idea to use Hong Sihai to help him break through today.
Of course, he didn't do it blindly, nor did he make fun of his own life casually. The reason why he launched three consecutive attacks before was to let the other party see his strength clearly.
It is precisely because of this that to deal with Hong Sihai, a late-stage Martial Saint, he only used less than half of his cultivation, and did not use all the strength of an emperor-level expert. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would probably be seriously injured.
If the opponent really uses all his strength and tries to kill with one blow, he will definitely dodge through teleportation instead of forcefully carrying it.
As God wished, the intensity of Hong Sihai's attack was just right. The huge sense of oppression and all-out confrontation allowed him to break through to the Great Perfection state of the Martial Saint in an instant.
Of course, this kind of thing is only suitable for his current situation, and others can't learn it even if they want to.
Hong Sihai looked gloomy. He didn't expect that he would be taken advantage of by a young man.
"Boy, so what if you break through? Everyone below the Imperial realm is an ant. Even if you reach the Dzogchen realm of the Martial Saint, you are still just a stronger ant. It will be easy for me to kill you!"
"Old man, you think too much, and you are the one who is going to die now!"
Ye Bufan's expression instantly turned grim, he raised the dragon's tooth in his hand high and said, "Kick me again!"
After the cultivation level increased, the power of Longya also increased. Under the stimulation of true energy, it erupted into a sword light that was four to five feet long, allowing people thousands of miles away to feel the fierce murderous aura.
"Old guy, let you try my unique skill, Thousand Fantasy Slash!"
Following Ye Bufan's loud shout, his figure flashed and split into two, and then two changed into four and eight. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky was filled with shadows left by Ye Bufan. There were hundreds of them.
Hong Sihai surrounded the center.
This is one of the inherited skills of Dragon King Palace, but it has never been used before.
Everyone present was shocked. Looking at Ye Bufan in mid-air, they were completely unable to tell which one was real and which one was fake.
Yang Zixiong spat disdainfully: "There is no use in making these flashy things. Even if you have a thousand or ten thousand, you can't break through their defenses. In the end, you won't be slapped to death by the great elder."
After he said this, Di Qingsheng, who was still a little nervous, immediately relaxed.
"Uncle is right, this kid won't be so lucky next time!"
Hong Sihai stood in the air with a disdainful sneer on his face.
Putting aside the fact that the other party's cultivation level is simply incapable of breaking through his own body-protecting aura, even if he could, it would be of no use. His shape-shifting body technique could deceive others, but how could he deceive himself?
At this moment, Ye Bufan had already launched an attack, and hundreds of figures brandished their long knives and slashed at him.
"It's a small trick, let me break it!"
Hong Sihai's heart was full of contempt and he didn't take the opponent's attack to heart at all. He raised his hand and grabbed a figure on the left.
Under his perception, he confirmed that this was the real Ye Bufan, the knife in his hand was also a real dragon tooth, and everything else was just a shadow.
His big hand got closer and closer to the dragon's tooth, and finally he caught it with a bang. The real feeling made him more and more sure of his guess.
But at this moment, there was a sudden explosion in his mind, and his brain instantly lost consciousness.
With his mental strength collapsed, he had completely lost control of his true energy, and the protective energy on his body suddenly dissipated.
But at this moment, a fierce wind came from behind, carrying boundless murderous intent, and hit him directly in the back of the heart.
When Hong Sihai regained consciousness, his whole body had flown out like a kite with its string broken.
Then there was a sharp pain in his heart, and the punch from behind directly shattered his heart.
