C20 Fight!

As if forced by Ye Mingyang's Qi, no one stood out for a moment. However, everyone knew very well that the later they attacked, the easier it would be for them to win.

The situation suddenly became strangely quiet. Ye Mingyang faced over a hundred people from all directions by himself, forming a subtle confrontation.

However, very soon, a scar-faced man stood up and grinned at Ye Mingyang. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked. The aura of eight martial artists soared into the sky!

Without any superfluous words, the scar-faced man had a cruel sneer on his face as he slowly walked forward. He was not from any of the big families, but with the cultivation of the martial artists from the eight families, he could be considered to have a small reputation in the Star Sculpting City.

This time, he didn't ask to join the Heaven Seeking Sect, he just wanted to spread his name. He had even thought of what kind of position he would use to shout his name loudly after stepping on Ye Mingyang.

A martial artist of the five sects would be at his mercy!

At this moment, the scar-faced man's entire body was filled with star power. It was like the blazing sun was burning fiercely, and it was incomparably bright, almost drowning him in it!

Immediately after, his figure was fast to the extreme. He rushed in front of Ye Mingyang at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye with lightning speed, and threw a punch with all his strength!

This was a punch that he used all his strength without holding back. He wanted to finish off this kid in front of him cleanly.

Ye Mingyang seemed to have been stunned by this punch. He did not move at all and saw that the punch was about to hit him in the face.

Some of them wanted to turn their heads over. They didn't want to see what would happen next. What would happen if a martial artist of the five sects was struck by the full strength of a martial artist of the eight gates?

This was a question that did not need to be considered.

Just as this punch was about to hit Ye Mingyang, and the wind from the fist had already blown his hair away, Ye Mingyang moved.

He didn't dodge, block, or circulate his star power. No unusual phenomenon occurred.

It was just a simple move. He spread out his five fingers, and his palm was facing outwards.

It was as if he was catching a ball thrown by a naughty child.

He gently grabbed that lightning-like fist.

There was no expression on his face, not even a frown. It was as if he was eating and drinking.

He crossed three steps and easily received this punch!

If this burly man used a cultivation technique, it might cause some trouble for Ye Mingyang. Unfortunately, he only circulated his star power. It looked like he was using all of his strength, but in the end, all of it turned into the power of his physical body.

The power of a single body, Ye Mingyang... He could fight Star Fusion warriors!

The tragic scene in everyone's mind did not happen. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and with a light cracking sound, it began to slowly circulate.

"Ah! My hand... My hand!"

Ye Mingyang was still in his original position. At this moment, the scar-faced man let out a miserable cry. His facial features were squeezed together, and his face was pale. The hand that had been clenched into a fist... It was trembling and twisting into a strange shape.

He looked at Ye Mingyang with a frightened expression, and in the next moment, he rushed down the stage without even looking back.

A 8 Gates martial artist ran away just like that?

The scar-faced man ignored the gazes of others and left the foot of the mountain. Only then did he look back with lingering fear. At that moment, he had felt an irresistible force from Ye Mingyang's hand. Waves of pain in his hand reminded him that the force... * Hong Long...... *

If he continued to fight, he would die on the stage!

In the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed. Seeing the scar-faced man escape, many people had yet to recover from their thoughts and figure out what had happened. Two more people stood out from the crowd, one on the left and the other on the right. The aura from their bodies reminded everyone. These two people were definitely not as weak as the scar-faced man.

Another two 8 Gates martial artists! One on the left said.

"Ever since we brothers started cultivating, no matter how many enemies we have, we have always been able to defeat them."

Seeing Ye Mingyang nod his head, the two men said in unison, "We have offended you." Then, they both drew out a blood-red combat blade. The blade was completely bright red, and it pointed straight at the sky. It seemed as if there was a bloody light revolving around it, and it was incomparably terrifying.

There were cries of alarm coming from below the stage.

"I know them! Blood Yin and Blood Fiend brothers!"

"My God! It's them! According to legend, with their combined strength, even Star Fusion Stage warriors might not be able to defeat them!"

"This time, Ye Mingyang won't be able to escape this calamity! The two of them were unlike the scar-faced man, who only knew how to show off in the city. These two brothers' cultivation base came from countless Demonic Beast! "

When faced with Ye Mingyang whose cultivation base was lower than theirs by three steps, there wasn't the slightest bit of contempt on their faces. Just now, the scar-faced man's outcome had already reminded them that there was something strange about this kid in front of them!

Strong star power waves were emitted from their bodies as they slowly walked forward. The blood-red war blades in their hands seemed to have come alive as they constantly buzzed. The red color was as bright as blood.

"I apologize for offending you!"

The Blood Evil Blood let out a low shout in unison. As if their hearts were connected, the blood-red saber in their hands turned into a sharp light. Like a surging red river, it slashed at Ye Mingyang with an unparalleled momentum!

Ye Mingyang took a deep breath. His face was still calm, but the five gates in his body were becoming more and more active. A golden light shot out from his body! The veins between the doors seemed to have come alive, flowing continuously. At this moment, he was like a dazzling star that hung high in the sky. His entire person's aura instantly erupted!

"Clang..."

Ye Mingyang actually charged forward with his bare hands, his entire body surging with a layer of divine splendor. His hands were sparkling and sparkling. One on the left and one on the right, he firmly grasped the combat blade in his hands! The instant the combat blade came into contact with his hands, there was actually the sound of metal clashing!

"Ha!"

Under the horrified eyes of the Blood Evil Blood, the two red blades were shattered inch by inch under Ye Mingyang's sudden force!

Immediately after that, Ye Mingyang threw out a punch. The peerless force of his punch was like a huge wave that surged across the sky.

"Dong!"

Two muffled groans came from the air. It was the sound of fists and flesh colliding. Then, the two figures flew up high and landed heavily again.

In the blink of an eye, three people had been defeated.

Ye Mingyang slowly retracted his fist and once again sized up the crowd on the stage. Very quickly, below the 8 Gates, even some of the 8 Gates martial artists quietly withdrew from the crowd. The number of people in the crowd suddenly decreased by a third.

Ye Mingyang was neither sad nor happy. It was as if he could not see Ye Shan's surprise, nor Lau Canghai's anger. He could not see the surprise in the eyes of the girls, nor could he see the surprise, fear, and anger in those people's eyes.

There was only one thought in his heart.

Fight!

Fight to the last moment!