Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Boom!

A destructive energy spread out from the empty space. Waves of ripples appeared in the empty space. The earth-shattering explosion sounded like a clap of thunder in front of a countless number of shocked gazes.

A majestic wind carried a hot temperature as it swept in all directions from the spot where the explosion occurred like a storm.

Wherever the tornado passed, the arena cracked. A crack that was as thick as an arm swiftly spread out like a spider web, covering the entire battlestage.

In an extremely short period of time, the extremely sturdy arena had finally turned into a complete mess.

On the viewing platform, many dumbstruck gazes were dumbstruck, stupidly staring at the destroyed arena, their minds unable to wrap their heads around it. They never would have thought that Ye Feng would actually be able to unleash such an imposing manner, and fight against Lin Bixie's sword intent, to create such a terrifying destructive force.

Only, it was all over.

Martial Cultivator without Half-Step Innate Stage could withstand the invasion of sword intent, let alone a mere Clear Heart Stage.

Just with this elementary form of sword intent, if Lin Bixie were to issue a challenge after exiting seclusion, it would definitely be able to cause his ranking to rise to an unimaginable degree.

After a long while, everyone gradually recovered from their stupor, and all their gazes shifted towards the pale faced Seventh Princess, whose chest was continuously moving up and down.

Without exception, these gazes were filled with astonishment, shock and even regret.

By the side of the stage, Huo Jing'er's pretty face was pale white, she gazed at the stage below where the smoke and dust were pervading, her hands covering her mouth, tears flickering in her eyes.

At the other side, Hua Tianlee's mouth was also extremely wide open, and after a moment, a hint of shock and rejoice flashed past his eyes.

Ye Feng actually managed to create such a scene.

Fortunately, last time, Lin Qingjie had been the one to stop him from going up onto the stage.

He asked himself, if he was the one fighting with Ye Feng onstage, it would be hard for him to block Ye Feng's attack no matter what, and he would be seriously injured by this terrifying destructive power.

"Young master, Ye Feng is dead. From now on, you can rest in peace."

Lin Qingjie consoled Hua Tianlee, who had turned pale with fright.

Hearing Lin Qingjie's consoling words, Hua Tianlee's complexion turned a little better, but there was still some fear and apprehension on his face.

As the gazes of the entire stadium were once again turned back to the arena, the dust that permeated the air finally began to gradually become faint.

Moments later, a breeze blew past, sweeping away most of the dust and smoke.

At this moment, everyone noticed that on the challenge platform that was already in ruins, a figure that emitted a sharp sword-like aura slowly appeared within their line of sight.

Even though the cold and proud figure was undressed, and there were many charred marks on his body, he looked completely different from the cold and aloof expert from before.

However, the appearance of this figure did not hinder the surrounding cheers that sounded out again and again.

"Lin Bixie!"

"Lin Bixie!"

"Sword intent!"

"Sword intent!"

Other than the Huo Jing'er who seemed to have fallen into a trance, everyone around him burst into cheers for Lin Bixie. And on Lin Bixie's usually cold face, he finally revealed a proud smile.

He released his sword intent and let out a long breath. One strike from his sword intent consumed a great deal of his mental energy. If he wasn't careful, it would be assimilated by the will of the world. This was a rather dangerous move.

At this moment, he was extremely exhausted, and he was unable to use the second strike that contained sword intent.

"Once the sword intent is revealed, who can compete against it!?" With a single sword strike from me, Lin Bixie, who can withstand it! "

Raising the sword arm high up, Lin Bixie let out a tyrannical shout.

"Cough, cough …" It must be said that the sword intent is indeed sharp. However, you are still far from being able to fully cultivate it. Isn't it a bit too early to boast like that? "

The smoke and dust slowly became fainter and fainter, and a metal rod that was inserted into the broken floor first appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Following which, a person with tattered clothes, whose entire person had turned into a pitch-black shadow, slowly stood up under countless gazes.

"You … actually didn't die? "

Lin Bixie's pupils tightened, his expression changed slightly as he looked at the figure whose body was covered in surging smoke.

Even though the strange smoke was at such a distance, one could feel a terrifying and scorching aura emanating from it.

"You really want me to die?"

The figure raised his head slightly, a calm voice came out, and a delicate and pretty face that was indifferent to Lin Bixie, became clearer and clearer to him.

Rumble … The four sides were boiling like thunder.

It's Ye Feng!

Ye Feng did not die?

Ye Feng is still alive! And he could stand up?

How could he possibly block the all-conquering sword intent?

Even if it was only the elementary form of the sword intent, it was definitely not something Martial Cultivator below the Innate realm could endure. Perhaps relying on absolute speed could allow them to avoid such a sharp attack, but no one had ever used a Vital Qi to forcefully block it.

The entire audience was thrown into a frenzy.

The people today were not only likely to witness the legendary sword intent, they were also going to witness the rise of a true genius.

At the moment, Huo Jing'er was crying tears of joy, while Hua Tianlee and Lin Qingjie's eyes were bulging, and they had instantly become goldfish with eyes like cannons in a goldfish tank.

The Longsword in Lin Bixie's hand trembled slightly.

Only now did he realize how powerful the opponent he looked down upon was.

"You have sword intent, and I have Soul-Taking Needle. Now, it should be my turn. "

Ye Feng, whose clothes were tattered, put away his short iron rod and muttered to himself.

As the voice fell, it seemed as if a formless and traceless light had instantly flashed out from the center of Ye Feng's forehead.

Lin Bixie did not say a word, his eyes staring straight at Ye Feng's every move, when he heard the other party say that, he instantly retreated.

However, after taking a few steps back, he felt his mind tremble, as if something had invaded his brain.

"Explode!"

A short and simple word came out of Ye Feng's mouth.

In that moment, it was as if mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and an explosion resounded in Lin Bixie's mind.

Shi Mu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His entire body stopped in his tracks, and a pained look appeared in his eyes.

The role of the Soul-Taking Needle could only be maintained for a moment.

However, this short amount of time was more than enough for Ye Feng, who was shooting towards him.

Lin Bixie, who had recovered from his dazed state, immediately raised his head when he heard the sound of wind in front of him. A black shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes, then, a fist emitting hot air suddenly enlarged in his eyes.

Even though the fist had yet to come into contact with his body, Lin Bixie could already feel the strong power it carried.

He clenched his teeth as he felt the pain in his head. Then, his body moved and retreated several meters back.

Just as he retreated away from the attack range of Ye Feng's fist, before he could even raise his sword to stab, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Ye Feng's cold face appeared once again in front of him.

Both fists at the moment seemed to have gone crazy, bringing about over 10 afterimages, they fiercely smashed towards Lin Qingjie's body.