Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Kill!"

After he shouted angrily, Ye Feng jumped into the crowd and consecutively punched out more than ten times. Countless dazzling fists shot out like lightning, smashing towards the Martial Cultivator that was surrounding him from all directions.

Rumble …

The shadow of his fist flashed past. No one was a match for his fist. The surrounding seven to eight members of the four families didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into corpses.

Miserable shrieks could be heard nonstop on the mountain peak. Broken limbs and severed limbs flew in the air, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Fresh blood dyed the entire area red, shocking everyone.

Seeing the scene of a wolf entering a flock of sheep to slaughter, Lin Qingjie's eyes were filled with horror.

This result was something he could never have imagined.

"This... "Impossible!"

He murmured to himself.

With a single punch, he forced back the top ten experts of the three great Yellow Ranking, or even caused one of them to explode in the air, before starting a massacre.

"Concept power …"

"He has already comprehended the power of a Concept, how can he provoke this person?"

Zhuge Chengyun, who was extremely fortunate, looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and fear appeared in his eyes. Then, with a step, he retreated towards the opposite direction, towards the mountain slope.

"Zhuge Chengyun, even if Ye Feng comprehended the Concept's power, it's obviously impossible for him to unleash a second punch in a short amount of time. If we join hands, we might not lose." Seeing that Zhuge Chengyun had retreated, Lin Qingjie's face became extremely ugly.

"As long as you kill this person, everything will belong to you." He clenched his teeth and roared.

Zhuge Chengyun could leave, but Lin Qingjie could not. In other words, although Ye Feng could let Zhuge Chengyun go, he would never let Lin Qingjie go.

He and Ye Feng were completely in a dead-end situation. That was why Lin Qingjie said those words.

However, such a temptation was unable to turn Zhuge Chengyun around.

He was completely frightened out of his wits by that one punch and lost all courage to fight Ye Feng.

Even if Ye Feng had the treasure that allowed the Martial Cultivator to become a god with a single step, it would not be able to emit Zhuge Chengyun's grandeur.

The most valuable treasures, even if they were worth their life, they still had to be enjoyed.

"You cowardly rat, it was all in vain that you were still Yellow Ranking number six."

Lin Qingjie cursed loudly. He knew that it was impossible for Zhuge Chengyun to turn around and fight with his life on the line, so he could only shake his body and fly towards Ye Feng.

The Longsword in his hand released countless sword flowers.

"Ye Feng, just now, that fist strike of yours that contained the power of concept was indeed ferocious, but it is obviously unable to be used a second time. "Go to hell!"

"Killing you is like killing a dog. Why would I need the power of my Concept?"

Ye Feng scoffed, his mouth curling in ridicule: "As long as you can withstand my punch, I, Ye Feng am worthy of being your disciple, and will spare your life."

"What?"

Lin Qingjie's face darkened when he heard this.

A few months ago, Ye Feng was just an ant that did not enter his eyes, but now, he did not even place him in his eyes.

No matter how strong he was, if he didn't use the power of his Concept, defeating him in a single blow was simply wishful thinking.

"Lin Qingjie, you have to be against me everywhere. Originally, I would have never let you off. "

Ye Feng's expression was incomparably cold and indifferent as he said: "However, the heavens are kind. I'll give you a chance right now.

As soon as he finished his words, the aura of his entire body exploded as the Vital Qi soared to the sky.

"Die!"

Swish!

Ye Feng's figure swept past a few of the Son of Aristocratic Family's heads, flying like lightning to the sky above, and smashed down with his fist.

"Tyrant Lion Tide!"

This time, Ye Feng used the strongest move from the "Hundred Beast King Fist" and an incomparably imposing Lion King image suddenly appeared in midair.

Earth Rank Martial Technique was the only way to activate the Primal Illusion, and with Ye Feng's power, combined with the full power of the attack from the Earth Rank Martial Technique, the power could be imagined.

"Even if you train in Earth Rank Martial Technique, don't even think of killing me with one punch!"

Facing the overwhelming image of the Lion King, Lin Qingjie's eyes revealed a trace of fear. After that, his expression became extremely serious, and the aura around his body became even more powerful, as the vigorous Vital Qi also started to gather on his fist.

After a furious roar, his fists were like dragons emerging from the sea as they blasted towards the descending illusory figure above his head.

Boom!

The two figures clashed.

The shock wave from the collision of the origin energy had caused many of the surrounding Martial Cultivator to be blown away. The loud explosion had caused many people's heads to buzz.

Crack!

The rock beneath his feet cracked and cracked. Thick cracks spread out in all directions.

Lin Qingjie was suppressed by the powerful force, his entire body shook intensely as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body immediately sunk down, and from his waist down, he drilled himself into the mountain rocks.

His head hung limply down, and almost all the bones below his chest were smashed into pieces by the immense force. After spitting out a string of blood bubbles, his lifeless eyes finally dimmed down, losing all the light of life.

One punch.

He did not use the power of his concept, and only used one punch to kill Lin Qingjie, who had a ninth Yellow Ranking.

The entire mountain was silent. The remaining dozen or so disciples of the four families were stunned. Everyone seemed to have been petrified. They did not know if they should continue to attack or flee for their lives.

Under the gaze of the ghastly eyes, Ye Feng's eyes turned and looked at all these unknown Son of Aristocratic Family.

He spoke coldly.

"If you want to live, hand over your Storage Ring."

No one dared to disobey.

The three experts that had led their group to encircle Ye Feng were scared to the point that they had to run away. The remaining two people, Shangguan Zheng and Lin Qingjie, were all killed by Ye Feng's punch.

A dozen or so people handed over their storage rings to Ye Feng. There were even a few tactful people who searched for storage rings on the corpses killed by Ye Feng, and handed them all over.

"Who knows where Hua Tianlee is? You can retrieve your own storage ring."

Not long after, more than thirty storage rings appeared on Ye Feng's hand.

"Leaves..." Sir, after Hua Tianlee entered the secret realm, he quickly contacted the people from the Flying Cloud Sect. Right now, he should be following Lu Yuanhong and the others to the Central Ancient Hall.

One of the Son of Aristocratic Family among them took a step forward and said after pondering for a moment.

Ye Feng nodded and let him take back his storage ring.

"Who else has seen Third Prince s?" Initially, Ye Feng wanted to leave, but then he suddenly thought of something and continued to ask.

"Reporting to Young Master Ye, Third Prince and the other Seventh Princess are walking together with the sons of the nobles. These people do not go deep into the secret realm, and should still be at the outermost region. Moreover, there won't be any blind Martial Cultivator that would provoke them, so they should be safe and sound. After a few days when the secret plane closes, it will be automatically teleported out. " Another Son of Aristocratic Family replied.

Hearing his reply, Ye Feng felt a lot more at ease.

There were a lot of Demonic Beast in the depths of the Secret Realm.

Since the Third Prince possessed the Extreme Grade and spirit sword, he could at most barely defend himself.

If they don't go in, that would be for the best...