Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

A low and deep voice came out. As the voice fell, the black Longsword in Feng Zhuihua's hand clashed with the Moon-Burning Blade, and an explosion sound resounded.    

Rumble …    

Space trembled, as though the entire world was about to collapse.    

Immediately after, cracking sounds rang out one after another, and in the dark space around Ye Feng, a series of clear sounds suddenly rang out, sounding like glass shattering. As the voices fell, the "Black Shadow Prison" that shrouded all four sides, finally disappeared into nothingness, and Feng Zhuihua's figure appeared in front of Ye Feng once again.    

"You … "How did you know I was there!" Feng Zhuihua's face changed, his eyes staring straight at Ye Feng.    

Under the envelopment of his "Prison of Shadows", the surroundings were completely dark, ordinary people could not even see the movements around them, but this Ye Feng seemed to have divine assistance. With just a single strike, he forced himself to reveal himself, and then, shattered the "Prison of Shadows".    

"You can't see it clearly, right? But don't you know that there is another thing called Spirit power? "    

Ye Feng wore a trace of a disdainful smile on his face. As he spoke, he slowly lifted the Moon-Burning Blade in his hands, and strands of blade intent and Qi of Fire Essence began to surge out of his body before slowly gathering onto the blade's body.    

"Hmph."    

Feng Zhuihua thought back to what he heard. He really did not think that this Ye Feng was even this powerful, with mental powers that were not even close to the Talent of Martial Dao's.    

After a loud snort, the wind attribute concept appeared again, the difference was, this time Feng Zhuihua went all out, the dense Qi, no matter if it was quantity or quality, was clearly stronger than before.    

"Kill!"    

The attacks of the two almost simultaneously landed.    

It was obvious that after the previous few probing sessions, the two of them had a much better understanding of each other. They knew that if they did not use their most powerful techniques, they might end up losing out to the other party.    

So, this time, although their might was world-shaking, the martial skills they used were very simple and direct. There was not the slightest bit of gaudiness. But this simple attack contained a danger that made one's heart palpitate.    

As Ye Feng gathered the huge Qi of Fire Essence onto the Moon-Burning Blade, the blade seemed to have been activated, transforming into a huge flame dragon.    

"Yin …"    

The huge dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, releasing an earth-shaking sound in the air before it pounced towards Feng Zhuihua.    

Feng Zhuihua's eyelids shook, he gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence. At the same time, the Longsword in his hand stirred, and all four sides of his aura surged forth, quickly forming a green wind dragon.    

The next moment!    

These two dragon silhouettes different from each other heavily clashed against each other. Almost at the same time, Ye Feng's silhouette moved at an unfathomable speed, stepping out an afterimage as he swiftly rushed towards Feng Zhuihua.    

Rumble …    

Enormous waves of Essence Qi rippled out in the air, all sorts of explosions rippled out, and other than Yan Siya, the rest of the people were unable to stand, and all started to frantically retreat.    

Just with his spirit energy, Ye Feng was obviously not strong enough to fight against Feng Zhuihua.    

Not long after the two dragon images intertwined, the fiery dragon that he had conjured gradually dissipated, while Feng Zhuihua's Wind Dragon took the upper hand and swiftly blew the fire dragon into remnants of its vitality, dispersing into the air.    

"Ha, haha …"    

"Brat, a mere Half-Step Void Entering Stage, your little bit of Origin Energy is nothing compared to Uncle Feng's, not even worth mentioning …" Die … Feng Zhuihua laughed and mocked, but in the next moment, he sensed that something was wrong.    

Because Ye Feng's figure had long since disappeared in front of him.    

"Eh …" "Where is he?"    

"So what if your elemental energy is strong?" Ye Feng's voice suddenly came from behind him. "World of Martial Dao, doesn't mean that the stronger your elemental energy is, the stronger your strength is. Many a times, it still depends on whether or not you're smart enough …"    

Crackling sounds of bones cracking could be heard. It sounded like they were right next to one's ear. It was obvious that the distance between the two was very close.    

Feng Zhuihua was startled, and turned his body in panic.    

Without waiting for him to see Ye Feng's appearance, in the next moment, an arm filled with immense power struck directly at Feng Zhuihua's chest, the powerful force penetrating through his body.    

"Pa …"    

The clothes on his back exploded.    

Traces of blood violently spurted out. At the same time, his eyes, nose, and seven orifices all started bleeding, and the expression on his face was one of unspeakable fear and disbelief.    

Ye Feng raised his hand and punched again.    

"Bang …"    

As Feng Zhuihua's body flew into the air, his entire chest became concave from the hit. The bones, muscles and internal organs in his chest were all shaken into powder.    

With a "pa" sound, his body heavily fell to the ground. He lay there fiercely twitching, his aura extremely dispirited.    

Void Stage Grandmaster had a strong vitality, and under such circumstances, he did not die immediately. As long as there were medicinal herbs, he would be able to recover from his injuries.    

Feng Zhuihua was on the verge of death, but he did not die immediately.    

He struggled to extend his hand and took out a bottle of Pill, as if wanting to swallow it.    

But at this moment, Ye Feng walked over expressionlessly. Seeing the killing intent in Ye Feng's eyes, Feng Zhuihua's eyes could only reveal an intense unwillingness and despair.    

If it was an hour ago, Feng Zhuihua would never have expected himself to end up like this.    

A little Martial Cultivator with a cultivation much lower than his, and someone that he didn't even put in his eyes, had actually severely injured him, and could kill him at any time if he wanted to.    

This Ye Feng was indeed a rare martial genius.    

If he had known earlier, why would he have listened to Liu Shuyu and come here to kill Ye Feng?    

Seeing Ye Feng walk towards him step by step, Feng Zhuihua naturally became incomparably terrified at this moment.    

All along, he had always believed that their Heavenly Extreme Hall was the number one sect in the Seven Holy Grounds, and that he himself was the elite in the Heavenly Extreme Hall. He basically looked down on any other sect's Martial Cultivator, but now … He felt that the young man walking towards him was the true favored of the heavens, a peerless talent.    

"You … "You can't kill me." His eyes burned with a flame of hope, and he barely managed to raise his head to look at Ye Feng.    

Hearing that, Ye Feng's mouth revealed a slight smile of ridicule.    

What was going on? Every single Martial Cultivator that was about to be killed would all say these words. Did they really think that the sun of this world revolved around them?    

He did not nod his head, nor did he shake it.    

Seeing the ridicule in Ye Feng's eyes, Feng Zhuihua's face was stinging as though he had been slapped, but now that his life was in Ye Feng's hands, even if he was angry, it would be useless.