Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Chuanwen clenched his teeth as a trace of unease rose in his heart.    

But now, Ye Feng wanted to use his own sword, so there was nothing to panic about.    

When Ye Feng's figure closed in like the wind, Ye Jingwen raised his wrist and a Longsword appeared as well, easily releasing a white sword qi.    

The sharp Qi lifted up the ground, causing dust to fly into the air.    

But this time, it was just to force Ye Feng to defend.    

As long as Ye Feng reacted, he would be able to see through Ye Feng's weakness at an extremely fast speed and quickly injure him.    

However, Ye Feng did not hesitate at all. As if he had seen the trajectory of the sword qi, he easily dodged to the side.    

Boom! *    

The sword Qi smashed heavily against the wall, creating a spiderweb of cracks.    

"How is this possible … "He can actually predict what will happen next?" Ye Jingwen once again revealed a surprised expression.    

Ye Feng's improvement these days was way too much, right?    

He remembered that Ye Feng was only at the Second Level of King Stage and had no understanding of the way of the sword during the previous competition.    

But now, he had become a sword practitioner of Third Level of King Stage?    

The speed of his improvement could be said to be able to advance at a thousand miles in a day.    

"Heaven Breaking Sword."    

Ye Feng dodged Ye Jingwen's sword attack, took a step forward and waved his hand in the air, releasing an invisible sword qi.    

The power of this sword energy made Ye Jingwen feel a wave of pressure coming straight at his face.    

Even if he could not see Ye Feng's sword qi, he knew that the power of this move had definitely exceeded the level of Third Level of King Stage. If he were to fight Ye Feng who was at the same realm as him, it was very likely that he would lose.    

With this thought, he no longer cared about the words he had previously said and coldly snorted: "Brat, aren't you a little too confident!"    

No matter what, Ye Jingwen was a sage realm expert, and his vision and insight could not be compared to King Stage Martial Cultivator's.    

Even though there was still a large gap between him and Bachelor Su, he was truly an expert when compared to Ye Feng.    

"Desolate Blood Tears."    

Ye Chuanwen's lips curled up. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and shattered the sword energy in the air.    

The pure sword qi scattered in all directions, the huge impact caused Ye Feng to lose his balance and stagger backwards.    

However...    

In the next moment, Ye Jingwen suddenly felt a trace of strangeness.    

The moment he broke the sword qi, he noticed that Ye Feng had disappeared and the sword qi in the air had become thinner...    

Where's Ye Feng?    

Ye Jingwen's brows wrinkled, but a trace of an ominous premonition came from his heart.    

Could this be … Illusion Techniques?    

"Whoosh!"    

Falling Sword Style!    

The moment Ye Zhilan reacted, an extremely suppressive sword intent appeared behind his back.    

Ye Chuanwen felt a chill run down his spine. He wanted to turn around, but his speed was no faster than Ye Feng's sword.    

Ye Feng's back was slashed by the blade, causing him to leap forward dozens of feet.    

"Cough cough …"    

The old face choked on Ye Chuanwen's blood-red voice.    

A scorching heat came from his back. Although Ye Feng's cultivation level was not enough to hurt him, it still made him feel extremely ashamed.    

He actually lost to someone who had not learned the way of the sword?    

No.    

It should be said that in the path of the sword, he didn't lose.    

However, in the battle between his spiritual force and illusion techniques, he was completely stomped by Ye Feng.    

"Little bastard!" If I didn't suppress my cultivation, how could I have let you act so brazenly? "For laozi …" Ye Chuanwen became angry from embarrassment. Finally, his whole body's aura was released, showing that he was going to kill Ye Feng no matter what.    

But at this time, a smiling figure came out of the mansion with a token in his hand. He shouted: "Uncle Wen, the family head has ordered for me to bring Ye Feng to meet him."    

What?    

Ye Jingwen turned around and saw that Ye Xuan had already landed on the ground. Her gaze was somewhat strange.    

"Little Xuan? Why did the Patriarch want to see Ye Feng? "Don't you know that it was this kid who caused our Ye Family to fall to such a state?" Ye Chuanwen was surprised.    

"This matter, Uncle Wen, please do not ask any further. The family head ordered for me to bring Ye Feng over. This is a matter that concerns the survival of our Ye Family. Uncle Wen, please let us off this hook."    

"Huh?" Ye Chuanwen looked deeply at Ye Feng, "Brat, today is your luck, but …. You won't always be so lucky. "    

Is that so...    

Ye Feng looked at Ye Jingwen's leaving figure and shook his head.    

Actually, he still had one more Qin Tian technique that he had yet to use. Against this kind of expert who was strong but lacked the mental energy, if he could cause mental harm, it would be twice the result with half the effort.    

At least … Could it allow him to leave safely?    

After Ye Jingwen angrily left, only then did Ye Xuan come forward with a gaze full of concern, a trace of worry in her eyes.    

"Ye Feng, are you alright?" She looked at Ye Feng, but from Ye Feng's calm demeanor, he couldn't see anything wrong with him.    

It was watertight.    

This was the feeling Ye Feng always gave Ye Xuan.    

Ye Feng's personality was actually very simple and unrestrained, but he had an extremely great advantage that he couldn't compare to with his cultivation realm. Even a talented master like Ye Xuan was ashamed of himself … Wisdom.    

In Ye Feng's seemingly ordinary actions, there was often a deep logic hidden within.    

He knew what he could do, what he could not do. Ye Xuan had only seen this kind of quality from someone like her mother, Su Mo.    

Some people were born to be superior.    

"I'm fine... However, the matter that you handed over to me, when it comes to results, it just so happens that I want to meet your Patriarch as well. " Ye Feng said indifferently.    

In fact, just now, he hadn't even succeeded in a single strike and was already preparing to leave. Otherwise, he would have seen that Ye Jingwen's killing intent had already been revealed and wouldn't have suppressed his cultivation.    

"My cultivation is still too low. If I was at least at the eighth level of the King's Realm just now, with the combination of the 'Heavenly Flame Martial Vein' and the riot, I might not have been at a disadvantage even against the 'Ripping Night Scripture'."    

Ye Feng calculated in his heart.    

Although he possessed a high level of Spiritual Force and many abilities, cultivation was still the cornerstone of strength.    

"Follow me."    

Ye Xuan nodded at Ye Feng.    

She always had a sense of respect towards Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng had injured her, she didn't hate Ye Feng. This was something that the other Ye Family members didn't have.    

From Ye Xuan's point of view, Ye Feng was not a simple person. His future was definitely very vast …    

The two of them, one in front and one behind, slowly walked into the empty Night Family Courtyard.    

Compared to the beautiful White Jade Palace in the Sword Pavilion Courtyard, the place that Queen Ni Chang and Su Mo resided in was different. It was actually filled with the aura of books.    

Towers and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water...    

It was said that when Su Mo was young, he was also a renowned talented girl in Wukang City.    

However, as someone with another surname, he was in charge of the Ye Clan. That would naturally make many people unhappy.    

Especially a while ago, the Ye Clan and the Sword Tower had fallen out, causing their status in the Wukang City to plummet. This caused more rumors to spread within the Ye Clan.    

Some even suspected that the death of the previous head of the Ye Clan was related to Su Mo.    

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