Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Young Martial Cultivator calmly turned his head to look at Ye Feng. Although his eyes were cold, he was not pretending to be happy.    

    

It truly was like a pie falling from the sky. There was actually a piece of Teleportation Token here, and the current owner of this Teleportation Token was actually a Half-Step Void Entering Stage Martial Cultivator?    

    

There were countless young talents entering the Heavenly Dragon Secret Realm, and many of them were delusional enough to think of obtaining one Teleportation Token.    

    

Originally, he did not have much hope, but he did not expect that after finding this place, he would casually come out to kill a Demonic Beast and actually run into a Half-Step Void Entering Stage Martial Cultivator carrying a Teleportation Token.    

    

Mm. After entering the mystic realm, he must have refined a great deal of karmic luck, causing a massive opportunity to come for him.    

    

Therefore, he said lazily: "Kid, listen carefully now, I will give you two paths to take. One, is to hand over the Teleportation Token and all of your storage rings.    

    

"As for the second method, that is to personally kill you and waste some time to take it from you …" "You can decide which one to take …"    

    

This fellow was simply courting death!    

    

The corner of his mouth hooked up into a smile, and Ye Feng said indifferently: "Haha, I did, you actually said what I wanted to say."    

    

"What do you mean?" Young Martial Cultivator frowned.    

    

"Hand over all your storage rings and get lost for as long as you can!" Ye Feng's face suddenly darkened as a cold light flashed past his eyes. Waves of his voice rumbled as he charged towards the Young Martial Cultivator.    

    

As far as?    

    

Young Martial Cultivator squinted his eyes as killing intent surged in his eyes. His entire face suddenly flushed red.    

    

He gloomily sized up Ye Feng and shouted in a low voice: "Brat, you're too arrogant. Where are you from? You actually dare to talk to me like that. "    

    

The Young Martial Cultivator guessed that Ye Feng should be a peerless genius from a certain Holy Land Level. If he was a disciple with a lofty position who came out of the Seven Great Holy Land Level, it was indeed possible for him to obtain a Teleportation Token with the help of others. And if he did that, there might even be disciples of his sect within a certain radius.    

    

In this way, the arrogant attitude of the other party was already within his grasp.    

    

He wanted to take action and snatch it, but he also needed to be clear of the situation first.    

    

"Which part of the Martial Cultivator am I from?" Ye Feng's tone was sarcastic. The other party was obviously trying to scare them but was weak inside. From this, it could be concluded that this person was not from the first group.    

    

If it was the experts of the first tier, why would they waste so much time talking nonsense?    

    

They would not care about the power of the sects behind them.    

    

If there was any disagreement, they could just kill him.    

    

"I am a Martial Cultivator of Strong Country West Tang." Ye Feng said indifferently, his face revealing a smile.    

    

Besides, there was no need for him to lie, because since the Martial Cultivator in front of him was not from the first group, then he would definitely die.    

    

This person dared to rob him?    

    

Now that he was short on money and lacking Spiritual Stone s, there was no reason for him to let go of people who delivered goods to his doorstep.    

    

"West Tang?"    

    

Young Martial Cultivator was startled, then immediately revealed a relaxed expression and laughed out loud: "Hahaha! You are so arrogant, and I thought you were some super genius from some Holy Land Level faction, but it turns out you are just from the Western Tang! "    

    

"Even though in terms of Yuanwu Continent, Strong Country West Tang is still considered a large nation, no matter how strong it is, it is just a third-grade power. Compared to our Jiugong Pavilion, it's not even worth mentioning."    

    

Young Martial Cultivator laughed sinisterly with disdain, "Firstly, you don't have any background, and secondly, you don't have any cultivation. Since you are so arrogant in front of me, if I don't kill you, wouldn't that mean our Jiugong Pavilion is too benevolent?"    

    

With that said, the Essence on Young Martial Cultivator condensed and suddenly formed a fist with both of his hands, smashing towards Ye Feng.    

    

"Jiugong Eight Extreme Fist!"    

    

As the punch was thrown out, the surrounding space seemed to have collapsed. It was as if all the air in the surrounding area had been violently compressed, with a pitch-black space in the middle.    

    

The black fist beam swept all the way until even sound was devoured, and the fist beam carried an unparalleled power; from afar, Ye Feng's Armor of Elemental Qi flashed with a bright light.    

    

"This fist technique is unimaginably ferocious, it's at least at the high-grade Earth Rank."    

    

Ye Feng's eyes congealed, the man's cultivation level coupled with the power of this fist technique, the power of this punch, was no longer weaker than Bai Xu's.    

    

It seemed that even if they couldn't get into the first tier, they would still be among the best of the second tier.    

    

"Break!"    

    

Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate him, as the fire attribute power of the Martial Vein had been released. releasing his spirit energy, he used "Cloud Destroying Heaven Opening" and struck his right palm towards the opponent's fist.    

    

Bang    

    

The Palm Strength that covered the skies and the earth, with the support of the tyrannical fire elemental energy, had an endless amount of power. It instantly broke through the pitch-black fist light, and a gust of wind carried a red flame as it swept towards Young Martial Cultivator.    

    

"What?"    

    

Young Martial Cultivator was shocked.    

    

He never expected Ye Feng's palm technique to be so powerful, to actually be able to suppress his own fist techniques.    

    

"Jiugong Eight Extreme Fist" was a unique technique of the Jiugong Pavilion, only the elite disciples were qualified to train in it. Although the Young Martial Cultivator did not have the identity of an elite disciple, because of the great contribution that he had made for the sect, he was lucky enough to teach it.    

    

He could also be considered a cautious person. Facing a Half-Step Void Entering Stage Martial Cultivator, he immediately used his ultimate technique.    

    

He had originally thought that he had wasted his talent, but who would have thought that the trick he was relying on would actually fail to withstand a single blow from the other party?    

    

How could he not be shocked?    

    

But being shocked, the Young Martial Cultivator reacted quickly as well. When the Palm Strength was about to reach him, he instantly retreated, and then punched out multiple times in a row, blocking Ye Feng's "Wave-Shocking And Cloud-Shattering Palm".    

    

"How is this possible …?" "So powerful!"    

    

There was a trace of astonishment on his face. When did such a super expert appear in his Strong Country West Tang?    

    

With the strength of this punch, he was completely qualified to be in the first tier.    

    

However, the other party was clearly an Innate Martial Cultivator who had yet to reach the Emptiness Realm. In the first stage of Heaven Rank, he had the strength to enter the first tier.    

    

Young Martial Cultivator's mind was in a mess.    

    

He was already regretting his decision.    

    

"I still have something to do, so let's forget about it today. We'll spar next time if there's a chance."    

    

After his expression changed several times, Young Martial Cultivator called this exchange of moves "sparring" and began to retreat. His body soared into the air, intending to leave this place.    

    

"Exchange pointers? You think I have the time to spar with you? " Ye Feng moved like the wind, coldly shouted, and blocked his way, "Hand over your storage ring, or else, die!"    

    

"You … Do not go too far, I am a disciple of the Jiugong Pavilion. "