Chapter 1593: Thousand Illusions Slash

ufan and Qin Chuchu.Qin Guo Wei then saw clearly and said with a playful smile: “Isn’t this Chu Chu, you came too.”As your cousin, I have to say a few words to you. Mr. Gao's health is precious, how c...Amidst the cheers of the audience, the three major families were extremely nervous, with an extremely heavy atmosphere.

Changsun Cangsong slapped the table and stood up, his eyes sharp as he stared at the lake surface, eagerly searching for Ye Bufan's figure.

"Xiaofan He couldn't really be in trouble, could he"

Oriental Construction was also incredibly nervous. After all, Ye Bufan now represented their entire three major families, their very pillar of support.

In contrast, Si Tu Dian Mo and Su Ru Yue and the other women remained relatively calm. They believed in their men, that they would never be rash or lose so easily, let alone die like this.

Time passed by minute by minute, under the gaze of countless eyes. Smoke Lake regained its tranquility, as if nothing had happened at all.

Until this moment, Ye Bufan's figure hadn't appeared. Park Jae-sang and the others instantly shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, it's over, everything is over, Ye Bufan is dead!"

Yang Zixiong was also excitedly bouncing around: "It's good that he's dead, it's really good! My revenge is finally avenged, and I made a fortune!"

Faced with the cheers that rang out all around them, the hearts of the three great families sank slowly to their stomachs. Could it be that the pillar and mainstay of their families, the ones they had always relied on, were dead like this

Hong Sihai stood on the lake, his aged face full of majesty and arrogance. He had absolute confidence in the palm strike he had just delivered.

Although he didn't unleash his full power, the opponent was merely a late-stage Martial Saint. There was no way he could withstand such a strike, and the final result would be utter annihilation.

"Well then, are there still any of you who dare to fight this old man"

His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the very heavens and earth. Even Ye Bufan had been defeated. Who else dared to challenge him

The location of the powerful emperor, especially one that ordinary people can contend with.

"Is that all Then this old man shall personally declare the end of today's battle..."

Hong Sihai wore a proud expression. He originally planned to announce that the battle was over today.

Just then, a powerful aura suddenly surged from the lake bottom. Following that, waves rose into towering giants, and within the billowing mist, a figure shot up from the depths in an instant, soaring towards the sky.

This man was none other than Ye Bufan. Although his clothes were in tatters at the moment, his figure was as straight as a javelin, with a handsome face sporting a faint smile. His whole body exuded an aura that was ten times stronger than before.

"Xiaofan is really Xiaofan, Xiaofan is still alive, that's really great..."

"Hahaha, I told you Xiao Fan wouldn't die so easily..."

"Those who survive great adversity will surely be rewarded, Mr. Ye will definitely take down that old geezer..."

Looking at the young man before him, Hong Sihai frowned slightly. He never expected this young man to be unscathed under his palm strike.

Then his expression changed again: “Boy, I didn’t expect you to have broken through either”

This was truly beyond his expectations. Generally, once someone reaches the Martial Saint level, it's extremely difficult to advance further.

And this young man before him, had actually been raised from the late stage of Martial Saint to the peak of Martial Saint under his single palm strike. This was simply a miracle!

Ye Bufan let out a hearty laugh: "Not bad, this is thanks to the help of the Grand Elder."

It turned out that all of this was within his calculations. Recently, with the help of pills, his cultivation had rapidly increased, reaching the late stage of Martial Saint. However, he always fell short of the realm of Great Perfection and was unable to break through.

Later I thought about it, I guess my improvement was too fast and too smooth, lacking the pressure that could ignite my potential.

It was precisely because of this that he now wanted to use Hong Sihai's help to break through.

Of course, he wasn't acting blindly or recklessly, he wasn't just playing with his own life. The reason he launched three consecutive attacks before was to let the other party see his true strength.

It was precisely because of this that against a martial saint late stage Hong Sihai, he only used less than half of his cultivation and didn't unleash the full strength of an imperial realm expert. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would probably be seriously injured.

If the opponent is truly giving it their all and trying to deliver a killing blow, they would inevitably dodge through teleportation rather than endure it head-on.

As fate would have it, Hong Sihai's strength was just right. The immense pressure and all-out confrontation instantly propelled him to the peak of the Martial Saint realm.

Of course, this kind of thing only suits his current situation, others want to learn but can't.

Hong Sihai's face was gloomy. He hadn't expected to be used by a young man.

"Kid, even if you break through, so what Everyone below the imperial realm is an ant. Even if you reach the peak of the martial saint realm, you are still just a slightly stronger ant! It would be easy for this old man to kill you!"

"Old geezer, you're overthinking it. It's your time to die now!"

Ye Bufan's expression instantly turned cold and stern. He raised the Dragon Fang in his hand high, "Take this!"

After his cultivation advanced, Longya's aura also rose dramatically. Under the impetus of true qi, it burst forth with a blade glow that was four or five zhang long, allowing people thousands of miles away to feel its chilling killing intent.

"Old man, let you taste my ultimate move, Thousand Illusion Slash!"

With a loud shout from Ye Bufan, his figure flashed and split into two. Then two became four, four became eight, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Ye Bufan's phantoms filled the entire sky, completely encircling Hong Sihai in the center.

This is one of the Dragon King Palace's heirloom skills, but it has never been used before.

Everyone present was horrified, looking at Ye Bufan in the air. They couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake at all.

Yang Zi Xiong scoffed and spat, "What use are these empty, showy things Even if you had a thousand, even ten thousand of them, you still wouldn't be able to break through their defenses. In the end, you'd just get slapped dead by the Grand Elder."

After he said that, Di Qingsheng's original nervousness immediately eased.

"Uncle's right, next time that kid won't be so lucky!"

Hong Sihai stood in mid-air, a sneer of disdain on his face.

First, let's not talk about the opponent's cultivation level. They couldn't even break through their own protective qi shield. Even if they could, what use would that be This kind of illusionary body technique might deceive others, but how could it possibly fool me

Just then, Ye Bufan had already launched an attack. Hundreds of figures simultaneously swung their long swords towards him.

"Trivial skills, break them for me!"

Hong Sihai was filled with disdain, not taking the opponent's attack to heart at all. He raised his hand and grabbed towards a figure on his left.

Under his perception, he confirmed that this was truly Ye Bufan, the knife in his hand was also the real Dragon's Tooth, and everything else was an illusion.

His big hand got closer and closer to the Dragon's Tooth, finally grabbing it in his palm with a resounding *bang*. The real feeling of it only confirmed his suspicions further.

And just then, suddenly, his mind exploded with a deafening roar, and his brain instantly went blank.

Driven to the brink of mental collapse, he had completely lost control over his Qi. The protective Qi surrounding his body shattered instantly.

At that very moment, a fierce gust of wind struck from behind him, carrying boundless killing intent and slamming directly into his back.

When Hong Sihai regained consciousness, he was flung about like a kite with a broken string.

A searing pain shot through his chest, the blow from behind had shattered his heart meridian.w his attire clearly. He was no longer the slick-haired CEO with expensive suits and a luxury brand belt around his waist. He was now dressed in plain casual clothes.This made her feel ordinary immed...