Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng chased after the golden dragon with extreme speed. After breaking through to Stage Four of the Divine Ability, his strength and speed had both increased greatly. Even if the golden dragon used all of its strength, it was still unable to escape. The distance between the two sides was quickly closing.    

"Damn it, you have to kill me!"    

Seeing that it was unable to escape from Ye Feng, the golden dragon immediately turned around and roared angrily.    

"You didn't show any mercy just now."    

Ye Feng's gaze was calm. If he were to switch roles with the golden dragon, the golden dragon would also kill him mercilessly. Now, saying that he wanted to kill him was just a joke.    

"You!"    

The golden dragon could not help but gnash its teeth. Although it was unwilling to die, it was formed from the combination of the fate of the Northern Cold Country and the previous emperor. Both of them were extremely proud, so it was impossible for it to beg for mercy.    

"Since that's the case, then we'll fight until one of us dies!"    

The golden dragon's eyes lit up with a dazzling golden light, "If I die, you won't be able to live either!"    

"Roar!"    

The golden dragon's body quickly expanded, just like Empress Dowager Liu. Cracks appeared on its body, and a terrifying power was gathering within its body.    

"Self-detonation!"    

Ye Feng's pupils shrank. He did not expect the golden dragon to have such a method. The fate of a country was extremely powerful. If it were to self-detonate, the power would definitely be beyond imagination.    

"You're delusional!"    

Ye Feng's face revealed a ruthless expression. He immediately activated the Golden Stairs, and the golden dragon was about to explode. If he did not use the space, it would be impossible to stop it in an instant.    

However, although Ye Feng's realm had broken through, he had not fully recovered from the energy he had consumed in the previous battle. Now that he activated the Golden Stairs, he immediately exhausted all his strength, and his face appeared exceptionally pale.    

However, Ye Feng did not care about that much. He used the Golden Stairs to pass through space and instantly appeared on top of the golden dragon's head. Then, he did not hesitate to use all of his foundation's potential to transform into power and pour it into the Shattering Void Sword. He then fiercely stabbed it downwards.    

"No!"    

The golden dragon sensed Ye Feng's actions, especially the terrifying sharp aura emitted by the Shattering Void Sword. It realized that something was wrong and could not help but roar in anger.    

However, no matter how unwilling the golden dragon was, the Shattering Void Sword still pierced its head. The extremely sharp sword qi instantly invaded its body, and it crazily wreaked havoc.    

The golden dragon's body was rapidly accumulating power, and the power that was about to erupt was destroyed by the sword qi. It was like a deflated ball, and the danger of self-destruction was lifted!    

"Rip!"    

After that, the sword qi shot out from the golden dragon. The golden dragon's body was instantly torn apart, and the shattered flesh and blood turned into an invisible aura that surged towards the ground of the Northern Cold Kingdom.    

This was the golden dragon's aura that had been shattered, and its aura had been restored to an invisible state. It returned to the earth of the country and became the manifestation of the dragon's fate.    

When Ye Feng saw this scene, he originally did not plan to do anything, but an inexplicable impulse appeared in his heart, wanting to devour these invisible and intangible luck.    

As a living being with flesh and blood, unless one cultivated a special technique, one would not be able to see the luck unless it was formed into a dragon.    

But at this moment, although Ye Feng could not see it, he could clearly feel the existence of the luck, including the location of the luck.    

Ye Feng had an epiphany. This must be related to his identity as the Son of Fate.    

Although the luck of the Son of Fate was the luck of the entire Martial Extreme Continent, the luck of the entire world, it was far from being comparable to the luck of a small country like the Northern Cold Country, which was like the Milky Way.    

But no matter what, the Northern Cold Country's luck could also be considered as luck, so it naturally had some similarities with the world’s luck.    

Therefore, Ye Feng's instinctive impulse to devour the Northern Cold Country's luck was definitely related to his identity as the Son of Fate; perhaps devouring the Northern Cold Country's luck would bring him an unexpected surprise.    

After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng decisively took action. He opened his mouth and sucked, and the intangible and formless luck was actually sucked over by Ye Feng and swallowed into his body.    

"I absorb, I absorb!"    

Ye Feng was pleasantly surprised. The luck entered his body, making his body feel a little hot. This feeling was very comfortable, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and his entire body felt numb and limp.    

"Oh ~"    

Ye Feng could not help but let out a comfortable sound. He could see that the Fate in the world was continuously flowing into his mouth and fusing into his body.    

Although it seemed that Ye Feng did not change at all on the surface, if one were to observe Ye Feng carefully, they would feel an inexplicable sense of alienation, as if Ye Feng was about to disappear.    

While Ye Feng was constantly absorbing the Fate, most of the Fate was still fusing into the earth. It could be said that Ye Feng had only plundered three-tenths of the Fate.    

When the last wisp of Fate fused into the earth, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a bright light. He felt an unprecedented sense of happiness at this moment, as if there were invisible shackles in his body that had been unlocked. His connection with the heavens and the earth was even more intimate, and he could even vaguely sense his own misfortune.    

It was very obvious that this was related to Ye Feng absorbing a lot of Fate. Although this Fate could not compare to the Fate of the heavens and the earth, it was better that Ye Feng had absorbed a lot of it. The quantity had caused a qualitative change, and some changes still occurred.    

"Third brother."    

At this moment, Ye Han hurried over with a disheveled Fang Xuyang in his hand.    

"You!"    

When Fang Xuyang saw Ye Feng, his originally lifeless eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes burst with thick hatred.    

"You destroyed my Northern Cold Country!"    

Fang Xuyang gritted his teeth and roared angrily.    

"Hehe, this is what you deserve."    

Ye Feng's tone was calm. The Fate of the Northern Cold Country had been killed by him. Although it had turned into Fate and most of it returned to the Northern Cold Country, it had still suffered a heavy blow.    

From then on, the Northern Cold Country would be on the decline, and there would be constant internal and external problems. There would be no possibility of invading the Morning Star Country anymore. If the ruler of the Morning Star Country was a bit more ambitious, he could even conquer the Northern Cold Country.    

"Ye Feng, Ye Han, I curse you to die a horrible death!"    

Fang Xuyang roared with a venomous tone. He knew that everything had been destroyed. The fate of the Northern Cold Country had weakened, and the experts of the Northern Cold Country were almost all dead. There was no possibility of turning the situation around.    

As the ruler who had caused all of this, Fang Xuyang's ambitious ambition had brought an unimaginable tragedy to the Northern Cold Country.    

Originally, Fang Xuyang had hoped that the Northern Cold Country would ally with the Zhen Shuang Country and take down the Morning Star Country, expanding the territory of the Northern Cold Country and becoming a heroic lord who would be remembered in the history books. However, all of his hopes were destroyed by Ye Feng and Ye Han.    

"Pathetic."    

Ye Feng glanced at Fang Xuyang disdainfully, then looked at Ye Han.    

"Big brother, this guy is useless."    

"Yeah, I'll send him on his way."    

Ye Han nodded, and a Longsword of Vitality condensed in his palm, slashing down at Fang Xuyang.    

Chapter 12 – The Destruction of the Northern Cold Country