Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

3The meridians that had been circulating to half of the way through, were suddenly thrown into disorder as the shouts sounded. His spirit energy flowed backwards in disorder as the aura in Ye Feng's body also gradually became ice-cold, with a killing intent that could not be dissipated.    

    

Crash! *    

    

The night wind was cold, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind. A short while later, Ye Feng... He had done his best to raise his physical, elemental energy, spirit, and other stats to their maximum capacity.    

    

And at this moment, behind his head, a huge green and gray stone tablet slowly appeared. The lines were bright and released a strange and astonishing magic power.    

    

Ye Feng, who was floating in mid air, was much stronger than Ye Feng previously.    

    

"Little bastard, so many divine abilities and secret arts have appeared, to actually …" And you possess a strange method to increase two realms of the King Realm? "    

    

"Haha, perhaps this is your true strength. Not bad, not bad. After I kill you, all of the mysteries on your body will be absorbed by me."    

    

Ning Shentong's pupils shrank, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand. A large area of flames condensed into the center of his palm.    

    

Under the strong pressure, the flames produced an intense sonic boom. The energy waves that it emitted made the sky seem more ethereal.    

    

At this moment, Ning Shentong only had one belief: Kill Ye Feng, plunder everything that he knew of Ye Feng, and then escape. After he had digested all the mysteries that he had learned from Ye Feng, he would return to Starlight City, find City Lord Hsing, and take revenge on Bai Hucheng.    

    

"Tai!"    

    

Feeling the strong fire intent being released from the opponent's palm, Ye Feng's heart tensed up, he could not hold back the excitement of killing. He leapt up with his Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele and struck it fiercely towards Ning Shentong's body.    

    

Facing the incomparably strong Half Saint Stage Expert, this guy … Not only was he not discouraged, he even took the initiative to launch a frontal attack.    

    

I really don't know … What gave him such confidence?    

    

Ning Shentong laughed sinisterly, he raised his hand and released a powerful flame.    

    

Boom boom!    

    

The palm and the tablet simultaneously released a blazing energy wave, rapidly closing in.    

    

Boom! *    

    

When the palm print was three meters or so away from Ye Feng, the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele began to violently tremble, and a wild energy that was difficult to resist ruthlessly shot onto the stone tablet.    

    

Ye Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped, forcefully lifting the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele above his head, after a moment of deadlock, it finally dropped and flew out.    

    

It goes without saying that he was a semi-sage expert.    

    

Only the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele had managed to escape, but Ye Feng's figure did not stop. After his face darkened, a streak of green flames appeared in his hands and transformed into the shape of a bird.    

    

"Ten Directions Eight Trigrams …" "Unity!"    

    

With a roar that sounded like that of a ferocious tiger, Ye Feng's shoulders trembled left and right, removing the remaining energy from his body. The Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist's most powerful attack, continued to strike at Ning Shentong.    

    

The two of them were not more than ten steps apart, and this punch was already in Ye Feng's calculations. When it erupted, it was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it struck Ning Shentong's chest.    

    

At the same time, the flaming palm imprint landed on Ye Feng's chest.    

    

At the bottom of the battlefield, countless people cried out in alarm, their hearts in their throats.    

    

Chen Xiao and the rest were all shocked, they never thought that Ye Feng would actually choose to use such a suicidal tactic like exchanging injuries for injuries.    

    

Only, it was hard to say whether or not he could injure Ning Shentong, but he himself was definitely unable to withstand this palm from Ning Shentong.    

    

Really … Very stupid.    

    

Boom! *    

    

Sure enough, the flame palm print struck, and Ye Feng's entire body was flung out into the air, his upper body being enveloped by the flames.    

    

Although he still didn't know how severe his injuries were, there was no doubt that the odds were against him.    

    

"You are just an ant. This old man can't even withstand a single palm!"    

    

Ning Shentong let out a cold laugh. He did not pay much attention to the fist aura that Ye Feng had used to hit him in the chest. He merely activated a strand of Fire Essence to form a layer of Armor of Elemental Qi to block the fist aura.    

    

His figure flashed towards the direction of Ye Feng, who was sent flying.    

    

In his mind, even if Ye Feng raised his cultivation to Third Level of King Stage, so what?    

    

Could Third Level of King Stage have actually injured this semi-sage expert?    

    

However, in the next moment, Ning Shentong let out a startled cry, his expression suddenly changing. On his body, the Armor of Elemental Qi that was just condensed, released a clear cracking sound.    

    

In a split-second, the fist power suddenly split into eight, turning into eight different types of power. Some were as fierce as the sea, while others were as soft as water, bursting out from his chest at the same time.    

    

With a frown, a large flame flew out from his body, shattering the eight types of force, and only then did Ye Feng's attack disappear. But because of this, his attention in chasing after Ye Feng instantly fell on empty air.    

    

Lowering his head to look at the torn up robe on his body, he saw the fiery-red fist mark on his chest that was still there. It seemed to ridicule and mock him, causing Ning Shentong's expression to become incomparably gloomy.    

    

Old Man Xing had not even been able to break his own robes, yet he had been shattered by a.    

    

"Old thief Ning, your Half Saint Stage's fighting strength doesn't seem to be very high."    

    

Dozens of meters away, the flame surrounding Ye Feng suddenly exploded, revealing a somewhat miserable figure. The clothes on his upper body were completely torn, and there were still some traces of blood on the corner of his mouth, but his vital energy was not damaged.    

    

"What's going on? After taking this old man's palm, you actually … "Are you alright?"    

    

This scene was beyond Ning Shentong's expectations. His eyes trembled, and only when his gaze landed on Ye Feng's chest did he somewhat come to a realization.    

    

"Divine Earth? "Since you have such a treasure, it's no wonder that you could withstand a palm strike from this old man."    

    

"However, this old man's second palm strike to blow away your head was too much of an advantage for you …" "Hmm, disrupting your elemental energy circulation, searching your soul and refining your body after capturing you, what use is there to see if you have Ying Han?"    

    

Seeing that Ye Feng was not dead, cheers sounded out from below the city. But amidst the cheers, many of them revealed worried expressions, under Ning Shentong's palm attack, the so-called Divine Land Ying Bian became dark and gloomy, as though they were unable to withstand the second attack.    

    

"The true meaning of Raging Flames."    

    

Without waiting for them to calm their heartbeats, Ning Shentong had already struck out with his second palm.    

    

This palm strike used a Extreme Fire Fort martial skill, and the power contained within it couldn't be compared to the previous one either. Ning Shentong's right palm was crystal clear, as if it was truly made from glazed flames.    

    

Under the pressure of the palm imprint, the elemental energy flow within a distance of a hundred zhang stopped. Everyone felt that their bodies were extremely difficult, and that their meridians had become dry and scalding.    

    

"Not good, this will be difficult!"    

    

Chen Xiao and the others who had been brimming with fighting spirit all along subconsciously revealed a terrified expression. Even at such a distance, they were still able to feel the power of the flaming palm prints.    

    

The first palm strike, could be said to be the best way to use injuries to exchange for injuries, but to Ning Shentong, it was not considered an injury at all, and it did not cause any substantial harm.    

    

Except that he lost a little face.    

    

To be able to achieve this step with his First Level of King Stage was unimaginable. Even if he was in the late stages of Middle Period of King Stage, wanting to hit a semi-sage realm or even destroy a semi-sage realm cultivator's clothes, it was simply impossible.    

    

Without a doubt, Ye Feng's performance was shocking, but at most, it was nothing more than that.    

    

How could he possibly defend against Ning Shentong's second palm strike that was even more brutal and tyrannical?