Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

0Because, under the enveloping of this seven-colored light, circles of material-like mental energy undulations blossomed. Those people who were originally attacking Ye Feng actually stood there, as if they were stupefied, not moving an inch.    

    

The expressions on their faces were still ferocious. They were all gnashing their teeth while surging with energy. However, they were unable to move at all.    

    

This was one of the mental techniques that Tang Chuxue had activated: Fear.    

    

Tang Chuxue's mental strength was on par with Ye Feng's, but under the President Ding's teachings, her mental strength was stronger and more professional than Ye Feng's. With the combination of her special seven-colored mental strength, she was able to defeat the Second Level of Void Stage Grandmaster.    

    

Now, to use it against a few Half-Step Void Entering Stage Martial Cultivator s, it would naturally be used to kill chickens and oxen.    

    

This kind of secret technique could cover a large area of effect, causing Mo Chenfeng's side to lose a lot of strength.    

    

Of the seven to eight people who wanted to harm Ye Feng, only Mo Chenfeng was barely able to resist the control of the "Intimidating" secret method. Seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes revealed a hint of violence, and he bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of Blood Essence.    

    

A gigantic Phantom of Martial Soul drilled out from the top of his head. It was actually a black centipede that was thirty meters long and had countless tiny tentacles.    

    

"Bitch, get lost!"    

    

The giant centipede bared its fangs and brandished its claws, rushing towards Tang Chuxue.    

    

Mo Chenfeng knew that he might not be a match for Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue alone, and now that all of his subordinates were under Tang Chuxue's control, the only way was to first defeat Tang Chuxue and let them regain their fighting capabilities.    

    

It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands.    

    

With so many people rushing forward, the brat surnamed Ye would definitely be killed, it would be much easier to deal with Tang Chuxue.    

    

However, what he did not know was that against those few people, Tang Chuxue did not even need to help them.    

    

Ye Feng could kill them all with a single move.    

    

Seeing a big centipede sprout out from Mo Chenfeng's head, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at Tang Chuxue, Ye Feng sneered, the Spirit Qi in his body surged out, the Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement under his feet activated, his figure instantly appearing in front of Tang Chuxue, blocking the attack.    

    

"F * ck, you brat, go and die first!"    

    

Seeing that Ye Feng wanted to fend off the blade for him, Mo Chenfeng laughed coldly, and sent all of his spirit energy into the Phantom of Martial Soul.    

    

In an instant, a terrifying cold aura spread out from the black centipede.    

    

Wherever the cold air passed by, even the air was frozen. In an instant, the entire area was covered in thick ice.    

    

Rays of cold Qi swept past, and the cold Qi seemed to be able to pass through the Armor of Elemental Qi, bringing with it a terrifying overbearing of penetrating power, it directly pounced towards Ye Feng.    

    

This strike contained incomparable power.    

    

Regardless of whether it was the Phantom of Martial Soul or the cold energy emitted by the illusions, none of them were something that ordinary Void Stage Grandmaster could resist.    

    

As the successor to the Strong Country West Tang, Mo Chenfeng was found by the patriarch of a powerful country. It was a Soul Shackling Centipede, an unusual beast from the Primordial Era.    

    

An earth-shattering attack surged towards Ye Feng, causing a trace of shock to appear in his eyes.    

    

"Quick, retreat!"    

    

She couldn't help but cry out in alarm. As their spirit power relaxed, Zhu Shuanghua and the others who were stunned by the spirit technique immediately regained their ability to move.    

    

However, Ye Feng still stood at his original position, with a carefree look on his face.    

    

When the Icy Cold Centipede was about to reach his head, the shadows of many palms appeared around him.    

    

These palm shadows roiled like a tide, layered upon each other as if they were infinite.    

    

Although the first few layers weren't able to withstand the Icy Cold Centipede's pounce and were quickly broken into pieces by the attack, the following waves were like a monstrous wave, and one after another, wave after wave, without end. The Phantom of Martial Soul activated by Mo Chenfeng, looked like a crazy and overbearing Icy Cold Centipede, was violently pouncing and killing several meters above Ye Feng's head, but it still couldn't fall down.    

    

It was the first move of "Trembling Waves Palm", "Ten Layered Waves".    

    

The defense was powerful and the effect was extraordinary.    

    

"What …" "How could this be …"    

    

Mo Chenfeng was stupefied, Zhu Shuanghua and the rest were so scared that they stood on the spot, not daring to act rashly.    

    

"Your performance is over!"    

    

Ye Feng glanced at Mo Chenfeng with eyes filled with ridicule, then roared softly. The Origin Energy in his entire body shook and a gigantic palm image was born from within his palm. The Ice Cold Centipede, which originally could not do anything against him, was smashed into fine powder by the palm strike.    

    

The Phantom of Martial Soul was closely related to the Void Stage Martial Cultivator, so in that moment, Mo Chenfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backwards.    

    

His eyes revealed a deep sense of terror.    

    

No one had ever been able to defeat his Icy Centipede.    

    

But how could he have expected that the third level high rank Phantom of Martial Soul he was so proud of, would actually crumble in the face of a Innate Eighth Level Martial Cultivator?    

    

Boom!    

    

Without giving him much time to be stunned, Ye Feng's body suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light, like a fiery man, he rushed towards Mo Chenfeng. Boom!    

    

The frozen air was forcefully torn apart without any effort to stop him. The ice dregs melted into mist before they could even land on the ground.    

    

"Die!"    

    

Mo Chenfeng was unable to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a flip of his palm, a Longsword pierced towards Ye Feng.    

    

"Heavenly Extreme Hall Sword Skill!"    

    

"Thousand Mountains and Birds of a Flying Head …"    

    

As the sword thrust out, an endless amount of cold gathered in that instant, forming hundreds or even thousands of sword shadows. Each of these sword shadows were extremely sharp and cold.    

    

This sword technique was Mo Chenfeng's strongest technique.    

    

Now that Mo Chenfeng was at the third level of Phantom of Martial Soul, he could only use this sword skill and turn the tides into victory.    

    

Thousands of Cold Ice sword intents shot towards Ye Feng in an instant. The terrifying cold energy caused the surrounding Martial Cultivator to retreat explosively, Zhu Shuanghua and the others felt as if the surrounding spirit energy had been frozen.    

    

The power of this attack indeed couldn't be underestimated.    

    

But, who was Ye Feng?    

    

Even a genius level expert like Bai Xu or a profound practitioner would be defeated by him. As a First Level of Void Stage Martial Cultivator, no matter how powerful he was, how could he be arrogant in front of Ye Feng?    

    

With a slight tremble of his body, his elemental energy surged, and a fiery aura soared into the sky. All of the Cold Ice's sword intent dissipated into nothingness.    

    

"Heavenly Extreme Hall disciple? "It's not unusual."    

    

Ye Feng did not dodge and rushed towards Mo Chenfeng. A fist in his hand seemed to have dropped down by a thousand kilograms, with dense amounts of spirit energy coupled with a strong physical body's strength, he gathered all of it into one punch.    

    

Rumble …    

    

With an explosion, Ye Feng's fist landed heavily on Mo Chenfeng's sword. The Cold Ice's sword intent shattered into pieces, and even the Profound Rank High Grade Spiritual Artifact in his hand turned into scrap iron.