148: Chapter 148 One punch is enough

Then, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the point where the two had collided.

During these few breaths of time, dust filled the air and Divine Sense was weakened.

Except for the high-level Cultivators, the rest of the onlookers could not see clearly which side had won and which had lost.

An ordinary Yao Race Cultivator watching the battle smiled contemptuously:

"Look, as expected, that Human Race boy's arm was indeed broken by the Great Demon King's punch. Now he's screaming in pain repeatedly.

He's probably about to faint, but honestly, he's just wasted everyone's time. It's utterly boring."

The other Cultivators nearby all burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Such mockery was ubiquitous among the other Yao Race Cultivators; almost no one favored Ye Xiaoyao.

Aside from the reason of differing stances, it was mostly a lack of recognition for his low level of strength.

However, among the Cultivators watching the battle below, only two people had completely different expressions.

One was Nangong Xiyue.

She was more than familiar with Ye Xiaoyao's voice, so she naturally realized that this blood-curdling scream did not come from Ye Xiaoyao, but from Yin Feng.

Therefore, she could not hide her joyful smile at that moment.

The other person was Clan Chief Yin Lie.

At this moment, his face was the color of dead ash. Relying on his powerful Divine Sense perception, he naturally knew that this scream was uttered by his son, Yin Feng.

Thus, he immediately felt that something was wrong and knew that things had taken a turn for the worse.

His son seemed to have suffered a heavy blow; otherwise, he would not be wailing in such agony.

Soon, two or three breaths of time passed, and the dust dancing in the air gradually dissipated. Only then could the Yao Race Cultivators surrounding the field see the situation of the two men clearly.

They saw Ye Xiaoyao in his Azure Daoist Robe; the robe was not in disarray, only stained with a bit of dust, without even a trace of blood.

He stood there, motionless and imposing, as if he had not participated in a battle just now, appearing calm and composed.

In front of Ye Xiaoyao, the Great Demon King Yin Feng, one of the Yao Race's Ten Great Prodigies, was actually kneeling on the ground with his head hanging low, his face pale, and blood incessantly leaking from the corners of his mouth.

His gray robes were already in tatters and stained with blood.

What shocked the Yao Race Cultivators even more was that Yin Feng's entire right arm had become a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Even the bones had been forced out of the flesh and were directly exposed to the air, looking extremely horrifying.

The Yao Race Cultivators all cried out in alarm.

"How is this possible? Our Great Demon King actually lost!"

"This is absolutely impossible! He is clearly just a junior at the Core Formation Late Stage. How could his Physical Body strength be even more powerful than our Great Demon King's?"

"Am I seeing things? The Young Clan Chief... he's kneeling on the ground?"

"Heavens, that arm... the whole thing is ruined!"

The Silver Moon Wolf Clan Cultivators were all ashen-faced, their eyes wide and their mouths agape enough to fit a fist.

They rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if to confirm whether they were dreaming.

Some even lost their composure and backed up a few steps, bumping into the companions behind them without even realizing it.

All those voices that had been mocking Ye Xiaoyao just now had vanished, replaced by a dead silence and the sound of people gasping.

The members of the Nine-Tailed White Fox side presented a different scene, their countenances completely changed from before.

They were stunned at first, but then a thunderous cheer erupted.

The Elders who had previously been shaking their heads and sighing now saw their expressions change from regret to disbelief, and then from disbelief to ecstasy.

Some were so excited that their beards were trembling, and they repeatedly slapped their thighs, saying:

"Young Master Ye... Young Master Ye actually won! He ruined Yin Feng with just one punch!"

Other clansmen shouted excitedly to the companions beside them:

"Did you see that? The friend of our Lady Sovereign is indeed no Mortal!"

Yin Lie's face was now so dark it looked like it could drip ink.

He stared fixedly at the field, seeing his son Yin Feng's miserable state with his own eyes.

That mangled right arm, the exposed white bone, and Yin Feng's pale face—every detail was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

Immediately, Yin Lie's anger flared up, and he flew out, lunging directly toward Ye Xiaoyao, intending to kill this Human Race junior who had severely injured his son right then and there.

At the same time, he roared, "Presumptuous! Human Race junior, how dare you harm my son's life? Die!"

At the very moment Yin Lie flew out, Nangong Xiyue, the Yao Race Fifth-Tier Demon Emperor, naturally sensed Yin Lie's intention immediately.

She shifted her body in a flash to block Ye Xiaoyao, while shouting coldly, "Yin Lie, how dare you!"

Yin Lie was forced back by the powerful aura Nangong Xiyue released and could not advance a single step. He could only stop helplessly and say angrily:

"Nangong Xiyue, do not think this old man is afraid of you! This shameless Human Race junior injured my son; he must pay for it with his life!"

Nangong Xiyue, however, said with a smile, "Yin Lie, before the two of them competed, Yin Feng personally agreed to it.

Moreover, Xiaoyao did not completely kill him; he only ruined one of his arms. Why must you be like this?"

Hearing this, Yin Lie's anger grew even stronger, feeling that Nangong Xiyue was intentionally humiliating both him and his son.

Just as Yin Lie wanted to say something more, Yin Feng, who was kneeling to the side spitting blood, slowly raised his head himself.

He looked at Ye Xiaoyao and Nangong Xiyue, this divine couple, his eyes filled with fear toward Ye Xiaoyao.

He had already deeply experienced the power of Ye Xiaoyao's Physical Body; it was definitely not something he, a Fourth Tier Late Stage Peak Great Demon King, could contend with.

He could feel that Ye Xiaoyao's Physical Body strength had reached a terrifying level, appearing capable of rivaling their Demon Emperors.

In this regard, Yin Feng knew he was thoroughly defeated.

Losing to a Human Race Cultivator in a contest of physical strength made him feel utterly ashamed.

Finally, with Yin Feng's own personal admission, he took the initiative to say that his physical strength was inferior to Ye Xiaoyao's and stated that he would not pester Nangong Xiyue again in the future.

Ye Xiaoyao was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected that although Yin Feng was somewhat sinister, he was different from Ji Youying.

If Ji Youying lost, he would only frantically look for opportunities to retaliate, but this Yao Race Prodigy, Yin Feng, did not seem to have such thoughts.

It seemed the Yao Race was indeed somewhat different; perhaps this was the reason they had always pursued strength.

They would not put hatred first, but instead placed more importance on strength.

Now that Ye Xiaoyao had defeated Yin Feng with his physical strength, Yin Feng was naturally thoroughly convinced.

Seeing his son Yin Feng take such a stance, Yin Lie could no longer vent his anger on Ye Xiaoyao and Nangong Xiyue.

He could only dejectedly order his clansmen to help Yin Feng up, and then the group of experts from the Silver Moon Wolf Clan left the Qingqiu Holy Land in low spirits.