With a faint smile still lingering on his face as the two men charged towards him, Ye Jingyu slowly raised his right hand, then hurled a devastating punch across the distance, aimed right between them. Yet, both men felt an immense force press down on them simultaneously, causing their expressions to shift drastically—this fellow’s power surpassed theirs?

But by then, it was too late for regret. Fang Wu executed a single hand sign, summoning a water-blue banner that instantly illuminated with shimmering azure light, enveloping both him and Liang Xing within its defense…

This was the Water Essence Banner, a supreme Immortal Artifact forged by a peerless Immortal Master of the Heavenly Alliance. Even an opponent slightly stronger than themselves would struggle to break its defenses.

Meanwhile, Liang Xing merely waved his hand, launching a white bone seal that tore through the air. A gust of chilling wind immediately swept past, and countless wailing specters erupted around the seal, hurtling toward Ye Jingyu with overwhelming might.

Ye Jingyu’s punch was shattered by the light wave from the Water Essence Banner. Witnessing this, Fang Wu and Liang Xing exchanged a glance of pleasure. Even if their individual strength fell short, surely these supreme magical treasures could handle him?

However, their elation vanished without a trace almost immediately. Facing the whistling, incoming white bone seal, Ye Jingyu made no move to dodge; he met it head-on with another punch.

He still hadn't utilized any elemental energy, relying entirely on the brute strength of his own physical body to deliver this blow.

With a sharp crack, Ye Jingyu’s fist slammed into the white bone seal. Cracks instantly spiderwebbed across its surface before the entire artifact disintegrated into fragments. The myriad trapped spirits burst free, scattering in all directions.

The destruction of the seal caused Liang Xing to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in horror. He simply could not fathom how this treasure, capable of resisting a master at the Flood (Hong) level, was shattered by a single punch. Had his opponent reached the peak of the Flood level? Or perhaps even the Cosmos (Zhou) level? But that couldn't be right; the strength he displayed was clearly only at the Desolate (Huang) level.

Ye Jingyu paid no mind to Liang Xing’s shock. He took another measured step forward, closing the distance between them, and launched another punch.

Confronting Ye Jingyu’s swift attack, Fang Wu desperately circulated the Immortal power within him, causing the Water Essence Banner to blaze with brilliant blue light, thick ripples flowing across its surface.

Ye Jingyu’s fist struck the blue radiance directly. The ripples vibrated violently, threatening to unleash a tidal wave, before they finally shattered with a sharp snap. The Water Essence Banner in Fang Wu’s hand simultaneously split into two halves.

He, too, coughed up a spray of blood. Ye Jingyu followed instantly with another punch—just one more—which struck both of them squarely in the chest, the immense power sending them flying backward.

Feeling Ye Jingyu’s overwhelming might, the terror in Fang Wu and Liang Xing’s eyes was profound. The opponent seemed to have used virtually no specialized power, defeating them both purely through physical strength. It was utterly inconceivable.

Especially for Liang Xing, whose physical form was vastly superior to Fang Wu’s, yet his sternum was now utterly pulverized…

The two exchanged a quick glance, understanding dawning between them: even fighting at full capacity, they stood no chance against this man.

When had such a master appeared in the Heavenly Alliance? Was this perhaps someone sent by the Earth Alliance?

Only those brutes from the Earth Alliance possessed such monstrously resilient bodies. No, they had to notify their fathers immediately; otherwise, no one knew what this man intended to do here.

Almost simultaneously, both men pulled out a jade slip and crushed it. Two beams of light shot into the sky.

“Oh? Calling for reinforcements, are we?” Ye Jingyu smiled faintly, unconcerned, though a deep sense of confusion persisted within him: where exactly was this place? The spatial dynamics here were completely different from what he remembered. If he had indeed been tragically transported again, he needed a way to get back.

Seeing Ye Jingyu advance toward them, the two mistakenly believed he intended to finish them off. They mustered what little resolve they had left, preparing for a desperate final stand, just as a tremendous boom echoed from above.

“Damn it! Which blind fool dares bully my son? Are you tired of living?” As the voice boomed, a figure materialized directly in front of Ye Jingyu and lunged in with a strike.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Fang Wu and Liang Xing were instantly overjoyed; they hadn't expected their fathers to arrive so swiftly.

Ye Jingyu’s expression shifted the moment he heard the voice, and it darkened further upon seeing the man’s appearance. Before he could utter a word, the opponent’s fist slammed toward him.

A slight smile touched Ye Jingyu’s lips. Instead of meeting the blow, he executed a backward somersault, deftly evading the strike. A stream of black light shot out from the exact spot where he had just stood. Had he not moved, his physical body would have been gravely threatened.

“Hmm…” The newcomer let out a surprised 'Hmph' as Ye Jingyu evaded his signature move. This technique, feigning an overhead attack while striking low, had tricked countless masters, yet this youth seemed to have known its nature beforehand.

Undeterred, he simply pointed a finger, sending the black sword-light shooting toward Ye Jingyu again. Simultaneously, a gold brick appeared in his other hand, which he brought down squarely upon Ye Jingyu.

Facing the speeding sword-light and the descending gold brick, Ye Jingyu maintained his slight smile. His figure flickered, avoiding the sword strike, then he rammed his shoulder hard against the gold brick.

Clang! Clang! The sound of metal striking metal echoed in the void, and the gold brick was sent flying backward. Seeing that Ye Jingyu’s physique could withstand his own gold brick, the attacker was utterly enraged. Having failed twice in front of his juniors, where would he save face?

His body shimmered, and a monk and a daoist figure emerged from within him…