"Hey! Move aside!"
A sharp voice cut through the bustle of the reception hall. A tall, thin man pushed forward, reaching for Ye Feng's shoulder without hesitation in an attempt to forcefully cut in line.
Ye Feng glanced at him calmly.
The man radiated cultivation pressure—clearly a formidable figure—but his demeanor was arrogant and disrespectful. It was obvious at a glance that he wasn't someone honorable.
Ye Feng shifted slightly. With a subtle twitch of his shoulder, an elastic rebound force surged from his body.
Bang!
The man was flung backward, stumbling three steps before slamming into the crowd behind him. Several people tumbled over like dominos.
"Huo Ba! Eighteenth on the Rookie List!"
The name drew murmurs of recognition. While most didn't know the silver-haired youth before them, Huo Ba was infamous among younger cultivators.
"Damn... who the hell is that guy?"
"You dare defy me?!" Huo Ba growled, his face contorted in fury. Again, he lunged forward, attempting to grab Ye Feng.
Before his hand could land, he was thrown back again—another rebound.
This time, he slammed into the floor hard enough to crack the tile. His face twisted with humiliation and disbelief.
"Enough!" he roared. "I'll show you what happens when you provoke me. Big Flame Fist!"
Flames surged around Huo Ba's arm as he drew back his fist, sparks dancing in the air as he punched forward at Ye Feng's chest.
Ye Feng didn't move.
"Big sister, shouldn't we stop this?" Mu Lingshan asked from the side, watching with innocent curiosity.
Ying Huanhuan smiled lightly. "No need. Feng can handle it."
Boom!
As expected, the moment Huo Ba's fist landed, it rebounded with twice the force. He was hurled through the air like a ragdoll.
Puff!
He hit the ground and vomited blood.
Puff!
A second mouthful of blood followed.
Staggering to his feet, Huo Ba looked at Ye Feng in horror, as though he'd seen a ghost.
"What's going on?! Who dares cause trouble here?!"
A booming voice rang out. A man in full red armor strode forward, followed by a hundred elite Flame Temple soldiers. This was a patrol squad of Dayan City—led by a commander in the late Shengxuan Realm.
"Huo Ba?" the commander called out, surprised.
"Second Uncle!" Huo Ba gasped, spitting blood.
Ying Huanhuan's brows rose in amusement. "Well, this just got interesting."
The man—the patrol commander—turned to Ye Feng. "Who are you? You dare lay hands on my nephew inside Dayan City?!"
Ye Feng didn't even spare him a glance.
"You… you—!" The commander was livid. He'd been ignored!
"Arrest him!"
At his order, the hundred soldiers surged forward, surrounding Ye Feng.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was like watching puppets hit an invisible wall. Every single soldier was rebounded by the same elastic force and sent flying. None of them could even get within a hundred meters of Ye Feng.
The commander's face turned pale. These weren't ordinary troops—every one of them was a trained elite with solid cultivation. But not a single one could touch Ye Feng?
"Then I'll deal with you myself!" he bellowed, slamming his palm down with flames surging behind it.
BOOM!
The fiery palm exploded against Ye Feng's chest… but Ye Feng stood as still as a mountain.
"Having fun?" Ye Feng asked calmly.
Bang!
The force of the commander's own attack rebounded with double strength. He was flung backward, crashing into the ground. Cracks spread beneath him like a spiderweb, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
He lay there stunned, gasping. "Wh-what kind of martial technique is this…?"
What he had just experienced was Anti-Armor Critical Strike—a terrifying technique Ye Feng had mastered. Now that Ye Feng's body had reached the God Realm, anyone below that level couldn't harm him. Instead, their attacks would be reflected back at 200% intensity.
The stronger the attack, the stronger the recoil.
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"What's going on here?!"
A new voice echoed from the gates of the reception hall. Dozens of red-armored guards stormed in formation. At the rear, a beautiful woman in fiery-red soft armor walked with a calm, commanding presence.
She was breathtaking.
Her body was perfectly shaped, accentuated by the tight armor. Her slightly curled crimson hair was tied casually, falling to her waist like liquid flame. Her features were exquisite—fair skin, elegant brows, a pair of sharp eyes that radiated heroism and charm alike. Her very presence stirred the hearts of men and silenced the crowd.
"It's her…!"
"Fire Fairy, Tang Xinlian!"
"She's the most talented disciple under Mo Luo, right?"
"Yeah! She's the future heir of the Flame Temple!"
"To tame a woman like that… only a monster like Mo Luo can raise someone like her."
Even Ye Feng, hearing the whispers, couldn't help but glance her way.
Indeed, Tang Xinlian was stunning.
She approached the fallen commander. "Huo Dong, who did this to you?"
Huo Dong pointed toward Ye Feng, stammering, "It… it was him! I mean, he didn't hit me, but… something happened, and then… I don't know what…"
He faltered. He couldn't explain how he got injured without being touched.
Tang Xinlian looked at Ye Feng and narrowed her eyes. "You dared cause trouble in Dayan City? Don't you know that fighting is forbidden here? I suggest you come with me quietly… or things will get unpleasant."
She raised her hand—
"Stop."
The word boomed through the air like a divine bell.
Space rippled around Tang Xinlian as a figure stepped through the void itself.
A man draped in crimson robes emerged, walking with slow, steady steps. The crowd gasped as he reached up and pulled back his cloak.
His face was rough and rugged, with a strong jaw, thick brows, and a gaze that could ignite flames. Between his eyebrows flickered a strange flame-shaped rune, glowing with ancient, terrifying energy.
The crowd went silent.
Someone finally whispered, trembling:
"Th-the Lord of the Flame Temple… Mo Luo?!"
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