The Imperial Dao might erupted, and it felt as if this world had lost its original color. The surrounding light began to twist and distort.
This was the true aura of a Martial Emperor.
"Your Excellency, if you leave now, I can pretend this never happened! Otherwise, do not blame this old man for being impolite!" Feng Zhan said sternly.
If it weren't for absolute necessity, he wouldn't want to make an enemy of this mysterious young man.
"Yue Mian, you still haven't answered me!"
But Ye Ming completely ignored him, still speaking to Du Yue Mian.
Hiss!
The others present couldn't help but gasp.
To dare to show such disdain for Feng Zhan, just who was this young man?
Was it fearlessness or ignorance?
Ye Ming's words also left Du Yue Mian somewhat bewildered. Did her answer truly matter at this moment?
"Young... Young Master, how about we cripple him!" Du Yue Mian replied weakly.
As her words fell, the scene plunged into deathly silence!
Du Tian En was already sweating profusely.
This girl! She actually dared to say that!
The other party was a Martial Emperor!
"This young brother, don't listen to this girl..."
Before Du Tian En could finish speaking, Ye Ming had already moved, walking directly towards Feng Zhan.
He left behind a single sentence:
"Alright! Let's cripple him then!"
Ah! This...
Du Tian En felt his head buzzing.
"Hahaha! Good! What courage!" Feng Zhan clenched his fists, his expression somewhat contorted, and he laughed wildly. "Since that's the case, then die!"
Bang!
A deep footprint was left on the ground as Feng Zhan shot out. His fists were entwined with terrifying Imperial Dao True Qi.
As Feng Zhan neared Ye Ming, his body suddenly dissolved into several afterimages. Some weaker cultivators among the spectators, upon seeing those fleeting moments, found their pupils dilating, and they were instantly pulled into an illusory space.
This was the Phantom Step!
And for Feng Zhan to display it to such an extent that it could affect the onlookers outside.
This showed that the same technique, in the hands of different individuals, could manifest vastly different levels of power.
"This can also be called 'phantom'?"
Ye Ming advanced instead of retreating, walking directly towards the multiple afterimages formed by Feng Zhan.
Those phantoms all threw punches at Ye Ming, but Ye Ming showed no intention of dodging, allowing the fists to strike him.
However, just as everyone thought Ye Ming would be hit, those fists passed through his body.
It turned out that not a single one of the afterimages attacking Ye Ming was Feng Zhan's true body.
Ye Ming had already seen through it.
"You thought a sneak attack from behind would be effective?"
At this moment, Ye Ming suddenly spoke, yet he didn't turn around.
The instant his words fell, a terrifying fist print came from behind his head, unstoppable, possessing the might of thunder and lightning.
But just as Feng Zhan thought he had landed a hit, a millimeter from the back of Ye Ming's head, an invisible barrier of air blocked his fist print.
Boom!
As Feng Zhan's fist print struck the barrier, a deafening explosion instantly resounded through the air. Accompanied by it was a terrifying rebound force.
Feng Zhan felt a dull ache in his chest and was sent flying backward. Even when he landed, he couldn't fully dissipate the rebound force and directly crashed to the ground.
Gasp!
Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, his face extremely pale.
He absolutely couldn't have imagined that his lightning-fast strike would be completely reflected back onto himself.
It was truly bizarre.
Watching Feng Zhan spit blood and fall to the ground, everyone except Du Yue Mian felt as if they were in a dream.
That was a Martial Emperor! And before this young man, he was so utterly defeated.
"Cough cough!"
Feng Zhan forcefully stabilized his qi and blood, then struggled to get up. But as he looked at Ye Ming again, he could clearly see the fear in his eyes.
It was only now that he truly understood how terrifying the young man before him was.
As a Martial Emperor himself, he couldn't even touch the hem of the other's clothing.
"Your Excellency! Can we let the Du family's matters rest here? From now on, my Feng family will never offend them in the slightest, alright?"
Feng Zhan had the intention to retreat.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming turned around, a sinister smile on his face, and shook his head, "That won't do! My Yue Mian said, you need to be crippled!"
As these words were spoken, almost everyone's gaze turned to Du Yue Mian. Seeing the situation, her small face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head in silence.
"This..."
Feng Zhan also looked at Du Yue Mian.
He could see now that the young man was merely standing up for the Du family girl. If Du Yue Mian was willing to let the matter go, then everything would be negotiable.
But for him, a Martial Emperor, to bow to Du Yue Mian, he found it difficult to swallow his pride.
Yet, at this point, he had no other choice.
"Miss Du, it was our Feng family's fault today. In the future, we will certainly visit and apologize!" Feng Zhan said, suppressing the humiliation and unwillingness in his heart, cupping his hands:
"Can we let this matter rest here?"
Hiss!
The crowd once again sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Feng Zhan, a Martial Emperor, had actually bowed to Du Yue Mian, a junior.
What shocked them even more was that the mysterious young man before them could push Feng Zhan to such an extent. Then, what kind of strength did the young man possess?
A Martial God?
But no matter how one looked at it, the person before them was only in his early twenties. To reach the peak of ancient martial arts at such an age.
Was this even possible?
Thinking this, Ye Ming became increasingly enigmatic in everyone's minds.
Meanwhile, Du Yue Mian's expression became wistful as she saw Feng Zhan bow and apologize. The starlight in her eyes flickered.
She fell silent.
Du Tian En, who had been watching for so long, understood some things.
Although he felt astonishment, doubt, and even a sense of unreality, he now knew that a golden opportunity was placed before their Du family.
If Du Yue Mian only had to gently shake her head, Feng Zhan would be crippled on the spot.
Thinking of how Feng Zhan had prepared to exterminate all the Du family members earlier, a murderous intent ignited in Du Tian En's eyes.
"Yue Mian, our Du family was almost wiped out by this person. I hope you remember this!" Du Tian En reminded her sternly.
His meaning was simple: do not let Feng Zhan go.
As the head of the Du family, Du Tian En's choice was not only correct but also protected the safety of all the Du family members.
No one could guarantee that letting Feng Zhan go would not pose a fatal threat to the Du family in the future.
After all, he was a Martial Emperor!
Hearing her father's words, Du Yue Mian's gaze towards Feng Zhan changed.
Within it, a strong killing intent was contained.
Her father was right. If Ye Ming hadn't intervened today, the Du family would truly have been annihilated. And she herself would have fallen into the hands of the Feng family.
The consequences, of course, were unimaginable.
Feng Zhan saw the murderous intent in Du Yue Mian's eyes and sensed that something was wrong.
It seemed Du Yue Mian had no intention of letting him go!
"Damn it!"
Feng Zhan mobilized all the True Qi within his body. At this point, he could only fight to the death.
Ye Ming's expression, however, did not show much fluctuation, making it impossible to discern his mood. He seemed to be quietly waiting for Du Yue Mian's answer.
"Although I desperately want to kill you right now and make you pay for your past actions," Du Yue Mian's killing intent did not diminish at all and was even extremely pure. "But if I were to kill you with external help, our Du family would surely be criticized. Therefore, your life will be spared for now."
"In the future, I, Du Yue Mian, will personally come to claim it!"
She, Du Yue Mian!
Possessed such backbone and spirit!
She would avenge her family's hatred herself!
As her words fell, the crowd fell silent.
And Ye Ming!
He smiled!