Peerless God King

0"Peak Saint Stage? It's been a long time since I've tasted this level of blood. "    

    

A sinister voice that brought with it a bone-piercing chill suddenly came from behind Tang Feng, and after that, a man whose upper body was completely naked, tore open the space and slowly walked out.    

    

There was not the slightest hair on the man's face. Even his eyelashes and brows were absent. It was as if someone had plucked them out. It was quite a strange sight.    

    

However, that pair of eyes emitted a dark green light. It looked like a wild beast. It had a chilling aura that caused one to be afraid of it.    

    

It was unknown how long it had been since the man had taken a bath. Just by looking at him, one could see that his body was covered in mud. His yellowish teeth caused others to be unwilling to look at him in the slightest.    

    

But just the appearance of this man, made all the muscles on Tang Feng's body tense up. Because he felt an extremely dense and strong Smell Of Blood from this man's body.    

    

This smell of blood was not the aura of slaughter, but more like this person was immersed in Blood Pool. The surging evil aura made people involuntarily retreat.    

    

With slightly narrowed eyes, they carried a sense of vigilance as they stared at the forty year old man in front of them. The Spiritual Energy in Tang Feng's body also began to circulate quietly.    

    

His own infernal energy could be considered to be quite thick. Many people would be able to intimidate their opponents with just their auras. But, this man in front of him seemed to be even more formidable in terms of his infernal energy.    

    

How much blood was on his hands? Only by doing this would he be able to make the blood fiend aura on his body become so dense.    

    

"I never thought that my Jingsheng Valley would be able to find such a disciple from the Blood Prisoner. Looks like you all have been wandering around the mortal world quite a bit these past few years."    

    

In another space, looking at the scene that appeared on the screen, Elder Ye's expression was also somewhat grave as he spoke in a low voice. The bald man in front of him didn't have any name from Elder Ye's mouth, it was just a code name. However, when he mentioned the disciples of the Blood Prisoner, Elder Ye's eyebrows twitched.    

    

"It's not hard to find a disciple of the Blood Prisoner, it's very difficult to find a disciple of this kind of high level Blood Prisoner."    

    

Perhaps many people had never heard of a disciple of the Blood Prisoner, but as a hermit sect that had been around for who knows how many years, it was not unfamiliar to them.    

    

It was rumored that the Blood Prisoner's disciples were mutants that the condemned prisoners, in order to survive, relied on powerful Spiritual Power s at the very last moment of their deaths.    

    

The reason why they had chosen the death row was because they had suffered a great deal of pain and suffering while alive. Furthermore, they were on the verge of death and could truly feel the aura of leaving.    

    

Unwillingness, anger, all sorts of negative emotions could be easily expressed by this kind of person. At the moment of his death, this kind of person could rely on a strong spiritual force to transform his body to a certain extent.    

    

Under this sort of transformation, the body would become incomparably tyrannical, and the strength of the body would also greatly increase.    

    

However, although this so called Blood Prisoner disciple still maintained his human form, he had lost all of his humanity and was more like a machine that only knew how to kill.    

    

The most important thing was that the fierce reputation of the Blood Prisoner was that these mutated beasts ate humans. Furthermore, the stronger the living warriors were, the more energy they could get.    

    

This kind of existence was too terrifying.    

    

It was a pity that the special environment was not easily replicated by humans. Adding to the fact that the strength of the Spiritual Power s on each death row were different, there were many reasons, which led to the fact that there were not many truly nurtured Blood Prisoner s.    

    

As for the Blood Prisoner disciples, most of them only had Mystic Stage Level. Some of them were barely able to match up to the Saint Stage, but the existence of this so-called Peak Saint Stage in front of their eyes was extremely rare.    

    

Even with the strength of his Jingsheng Valley, he could only talk about a few numbers.    

    

"Could it be that Jingsheng Valley is really raised with living people?"    

    

This Blood Prisoner's disciple was simply too terrifying. If he was careless, even the experts who raised him would become food for him. Perhaps only an existence like Jingsheng Valley could raise a so-called Blood Prisoner's disciple.    

    

"Very few."    

    

Shaking his head, Elder Xue did not deny using living people, but as the sects have their own principles, they would definitely not go and capture innocent people.    

    

Of course, most of them were living creatures.    

    

"You don't seem to be worried about this little fellow?"    

    

The Tang Feng on the screen was slowly retreating. It was obvious that he was quite fearful of this so-called Blood Prisoner disciple. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked at Elder Ye. He seemed rather calm, as if he was not worried about the final result.    

    

"If he can't even pass the first stage, then he has to accept it himself. In the end, he still has to be responsible for his own actions."    

    

However, the consequences of such a decision and action were different. However, in this world, the most realistic thing was that no matter the reason, you had to be responsible for your own actions.    

    

He naturally wished for Tang Feng to win, but he also understood that a martial artist's entire life's worth of road ahead will ultimately depend on themselves.    

    

If Tang Feng was no match for him today, he would definitely not intervene, but at the same time, he would not allow Tang Feng to become the meal of this Blood Prisoner. This was the only thing he could do.    

    

Hearing Elder Ye's words, Elder Xue also sighed.    

    

The fighting strength of Blood Prisoner s far exceeded his own level, even Human Sovereign Stage experts would need to spend some effort to defeat him, not to mention that Tang Feng only had half an incense worth of time to do so.    

    

Evidently, Elder Xue did not have good impressions of Tang Feng.    

    

But at first, Elder Xue had also given Tang Feng a chance. Since he had chosen not to want it, then it was not his own fault.    

    

This was a sealed off space, and the area around it had been strengthened with special methods by the Jingsheng Valley. Its degree of power was at least not something that the current Tang Feng could tear apart.    

    

Therefore, it was obviously impossible to escape from the middle of the group.    

    

Ahh!    

    

Suddenly, without any warning, the Blood Prisoner s facing the sky roared towards the sky, their palms had already converged into fists, bringing along an extremely oppressive force, as they fiercely flew towards Tang Feng.    

    

With this punch, the entire space seemed to tremble.    

    

The strength of this energy caused Tang Feng's heart to sink. He had secretly tried to pressure this space to at least the Earth Sovereign Stage level.    

    

How could he not be surprised that this weird guy's punch could stir the fluctuations of this space?    

    

This guy seemed to be in a daze, and he looked rather strange while shaking his head, from time to time, some strange things that Tang Feng couldn't understand came out from his mouth.    

    

However, Tang Feng was not in the mood to care about all these. Feeling the oppression brought about by the fist, his expression changed, with a move of his feet, the Speed Spirit Pattern s were also unleashed on his body, and his body became a blur and disappeared.    

    

Such speed!    

    

The pupils of both Elder Ye and Elder Ye, who were in front of the screen, flickered at the same time. They were simply unable to sense any changes in the aura in this place, so they were unable to determine what exactly Tang Feng had displayed earlier.    

    

One had to know that without the help of the Space Power, even Elder Xue and Elder Ye would not necessarily be that much faster than Tang Feng.    

    

And he was only a Saint Stage Level.    

    

He really had a lot of secrets on him.    

    

With that thought in mind, the interest in Elder Xue's eyes increased. Just by relying on this speed, Tang Feng was invincible. However, they all knew that Tang Feng only had half an incense worth of time left.    

    

But the body of this Blood Prisoner disciple was so tough that even the most common spirit artifacts would not be able to break it. Moreover, he did not feel any pain or pain, in other words, he was not afraid of death!    

    

Even if Tang Feng's battle strength surpassed warriors of the same level, it would still not be easy for him to deal with the Blood Prisoner.    

    

Regarding what the Elder Xue said, the Elder Ye did not say a word. His gaze continued to move to the side of the screen as Tang Feng's body disappeared. From the very beginning, he had not noticed the slightest hint of fear or worry in Tang Feng's eyes.    

    

It was as if this battle did not pose much of a threat to Tang Feng.    

    

This self-confidence was not an act, only true strength could crush someone like him.    

    

Could it be that he had been certain from the start that he would be able to defeat the Blood Prisoner's disciple? And in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn?    

    

What did he have to rely on?    

    

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He could only continue watching.    

    

But Tang Feng surprised him more and more.    

    

Hu hu!    

    

After his body appeared once again, Tang Feng released a breath of air in hatred. However, his face had an extra cold expression. The Blood Prisoner in front of them was simply too hard to accept.    

    

Initially, he had thought that it would be great if he could defeat him, but this guy seemed to have been trying to devour him from the very beginning. Every time he attacked, he would strike with all his strength and the more he failed, the crazier he would become.    

    

How could this situation not infuriate him?    

    

Killing you could be considered a disaster.    

    

Finally, Tang Feng seemed to have made some sort of decision as he said softly.    

    

Previously, the reason he had been hiding was to confirm whether or not his aura would be released. Now, he was sure that he would not be able to release his aura, because even Nine Nether Sparrow s would not be able to penetrate through this Space Barrier.    

    

Since that was the case, Tang Feng would not worry about completely exposing himself.    

    

One move is enough to get rid of you.    

    

With a flip of his palm, a powerful aura instantly rose from his palm. Following that, he felt two different Spirit Pattern s of the fire attribute and the Thunder Attribute's intertwining with each other in the midst of the energy.