Chapter 1181: A Battle Decides Everything

mid-air and could fly backwards for tens of meters directly.Xiang Dong came to a halt, his feet landing firmly. He then took three or four steps back, his face flushed crimson. A tumultuous surge of...Ye Bufan chuckled: "I've already said, the opportunity is right in front of your Murong family. It's up to you to make a decision. My patience is limited, I only give you 10 seconds."

His words were spoken lightly, as if he were talking about something insignificant. However, the moment they left his lips, everyone in the room felt a sudden surge of anticipation.

This indicates that the three major families and the Murong family have officially reached a point of confrontation, with war imminent.

As expected, Murong Chenglong, who had been silent until then, suddenly flew into a rage.

"Boy, so arrogant, repeatedly injuring the people of my Murong family, today regardless of whether the three great families submit or not, I must kill you."

After finishing his words, he rose into the air, soaring like a cloud and mist, instantly arriving on top of a small mountain peak that was over a hundred meters high.

At the Saint level, one can manipulate heaven and earth's energy and fly with it.

Seeing this scene before their eyes, and feeling the powerful aura emanating from Murong Chenglong, everyone present felt a wave of shock in their hearts. Is this the power of a martial saint

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Murong Chengdu felt even more pleased with himself.

"The three great families, since you are unwilling to submit, then fight with our Murong family. Let's have a battle to decide the fate of the world."

"If any of you three great families can defeat our eldest elder, the Murong family will submit to your disposal. But if you lose…" He let out a cold smile, "then I'm sorry, from that day forward, there will be no more three great families in the Imperial City."

When he said that, there was an uproar at the scene.

"Holy crap, this is a Martial Saint! How could the three great clans possibly resist…"

"That's right, what's with saying "one battle decides everything" I bet none of the three great families dared to accept the challenge..."

"Amongst the great families of our capital city, it has been decades since we've had a Martial Saint. This isn't about fighting head-on; going up against them would be suicide, I doubt we could even withstand one move from them..."

Those aristocratic families who had sought refuge in the Murong family wore sneering smiles, gleefully anticipating misfortune.

And those who persisted in staying with the three great families had gloomy faces and low spirits, obviously not optimistic about this battle either.

Zhong Guoqiang grinned wickedly and shouted, “Ye Bufan, aren't you quite arrogant If you have the guts, go up and fight me!”

"As long as you can win, Grand Elder, you can kick my head around like a ball."

This guy is using the strategy of goading him, hoping that Ye Bufan will be impulsive and go up to challenge him, so he will be slapped to death by Murong Chenglong. Then he can find a way to get the dozen or so women around Ye Bufan.

He was already captivated by their beauty, his eyes lingering on Su Ruyu and Yi Luo Xiang with obvious desire.

Ye Bufan gave him a cold look: "You said it, I want this ball."

At this moment, Zhangsun Wuji stepped forward: "Boy, why don't I go up first and fight that old ghost"

Although he knew he was no match for him, at least he could drain Murong Chenglong of some strength, increasing his grandson's chances of winning.

"Second Uncle, there's no need. I can go up myself."

Ye Bufan saw through his thoughts, waved his hand, and then strode toward the mountain peak.

He did not use his qi to fly, and he was not fast. He simply walked step by step on the ground towards the top of the mountain.

His entrance lacked the presence of Murong Chenglong's just moments ago.

"So young and easily provoked. How could a young man in his twenties possibly be a match for a Martial Saint"

"That's right, I heard before that the four great masters of the three major families were no match for a martial saint. He's just a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet, could he be more powerful than Changsun Wugong"

"What were the three great families thinking Is this a fight to the death This is just suicide!"

The people below shook their heads and sighed one after another, all siding with Murong Chenglong.

The Murong family, seeing Ye Bufan take the stage, Murong He excitedly cried out: "Grandfather, don't just slap this kid to death. That's too cheap for him."

"Hold your breath for a moment, I'll make him beg to live but not to die."

Beside Murong Hai and Murong Tian, they too felt the same way. Looking at that straight and tall figure, one by one, they gritted their teeth with hatred, their eyes filled with malice.

Zhong Guoqiang walked up to Zhong Baichun with a smug look on his face, "Dad, how is it Isn't my stratagem of provocation brilliant"

"Good job!"

Zhong Baichun was smiling, which was the result he had hoped for.

On the top of a small hill, looking at the young man who was walking up step by step, Murong Chenglong had a sneer on his face.

"Boy, I don't know who gave you the courage to even lay a hand on someone from the Murong family. Today, old man will break every bone in your body and let you taste what it means to be worse than dead."

After Murong Chónglóng finished speaking, he didn't show any courtesy. With a single punch, he slammed Ye Bufan to the ground.

As a master of martial arts at the level of a Saint, his punch caused the heavens and earth to change color. A hurricane raged around him, dust and rocks swirling across the entire hill, and even space seemed to tremble.

This left the people below in shock and awe. Was this the strength of a saint It was simply too powerful, with one punch like that, probably even tanks would be flattened into pancakes.

Especially those who practice martial arts, the higher their cultivation level, the more they can feel the terror of this punch.

Seeing Murong Chenglong's fist getting closer and closer to Ye Bufan, it finally transformed into a huge Yuan Qi iron fist, its momentum was terrifying.

Ye Bufan still had a faint smile on his face. Facing such a earth-shattering punch, he seemed to have not seen it at all. He raised his right hand and also punched out.

His punch looked really weak, with no power or impact at all. It was just as ordinary as a punch from an average person.

There is no comparison without harm. Compared to that energetic Iron Fist, the gap is simply too huge. It's like an infant facing a giant.

Now even Murong Chenglong was surprised. Didn't this guy cripple his two grandsons At least he should be at the peak of the Heavenly Rank, right How could he be so weak

Thinking about this, he secretly retracted some of his strength, fearing that one punch would turn the man into a paste. Then, his grandson wouldn't be able to live a life worse than death.

It happened in the blink of an eye. The two fists collided, and with a deafening boom, sand and rocks flew everywhere. The entire mountain peak trembled as if it were about to collapse.

"It's over, that young man is finished."

This was the thought in everyone's mind, even some of the timid ones closed their eyes, feeling that Ye Bufan would probably be beaten into a pulp by this punch.

The next scene shocked everyone. A figure shot out like a bullet, whizzing dozens of meters away before crashing into the mountain wall behind with a deafening boom.

The tremendous force slammed into the mountainside, sinking deep within it before being swallowed by the cascading rubble.

"Alas, I told you so. How could such a young man possibly be the opponent of a Martial Saint Going up there was just courting death, and that's exactly what happened..."

"It's too tragic, they were beaten into the mountain wall, I'm afraid they are completely shattered..."

"The Martial Saint is simply too powerful, he's not something ordinary people can contend with..."

The crowd at the foot of the mountain shook their heads and sighed, discussing and lamenting Ye Bufan's misfortune.

The Zhong family, father and son, were even more excited, as if they felt that all this was their own doing.

The happiest people were undoubtedly the Murong family. Murong He exclaimed excitedly: "Grandfather's punch was truly amazing! Although it was directed eastward, that Ye fellow flew westward."

"The Martial Saint is truly the Martial Saint, extraordinary!"t, damn it!"Having understood the truth of the matter, Jiu Fang Xie became even more enraged. He finally understood what it felt like to have a cooked duck fly away."For a millennium I have prepared,...