Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Those two punches from Ye Feng just now, honestly speaking, had caused Yin Jiuyi's heart to throb greatly.    

After all, a Martial Cultivator who only had Third Level of Void Stage could injure his Ninth Level of Void Stage with a single punch in a direct battle. Even if word of this spread, no one would believe it.    

Of course, that punch was only a light injury to Yin Jiuyi.    

Even though he had been sent flying and had spat out blood, his aura had not weakened in the slightest.    

In other words, Ye Feng was still in danger.    

Yin Jiuyi, who had slowly adjusted his own breathing, stood in front of Ye Feng. His expression was dark, and the corner of his mouth curved into a cruel arc.    

"Brat, you can be considered to have some ability since you were able to injure me. However, that was just a moment of carelessness."    

"If you think you can survive me, then you're completely wrong."    

Yin Jiuyi brushed off the dust on his body, and slowly walked towards Ye Feng. Every time his footsteps landed, the imposing manner on his body would increase by a level.    

"Not only can I injure you, I can also take your life."    

In comparison to bickering, Ye Feng was never afraid of anyone, so he replied with a look of contempt.    

Even though he could feel that the pressure on Yin Jiuyi was gradually increasing, Ye Feng still stood firmly in place.    

"Ha, ha, ha …" You are truly sharp tongue, you will pay the price for your arrogance! " 's eyes flashed as he looked at Ye Feng as if he was looking at a dead man.    

"What's the point of all this nonsense? If you won't let me go, how can I let you go? Today, allow me, Ye Feng, to exterminate the devils and defend this unpardonable devil. "    

Ye Feng's gaze was solemn, and without any hesitation, he immediately rushed out, straight towards Yin Jiuyi with killing intent.    

He couldn't possibly allow Yin Jiuyi's imposing aura to continue rising without restraint.    

This kind of imposing manner might be illusory, but it was something that was real and had a great effect.    

If Yin Jiuyi pushed his aura to the peak step by step, the pressure he brought to Ye Feng would be incomparable. At that time, it would be much more difficult to deal with Yin Jiuyi.    

The instant Ye Feng rushed out, his right hand punched out. However, this time, he did not use "Qian Palace Heavenly Fist". Instead, he used "Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace" that had some advantage in speed and power.    

A punch exploded out, and Thunder Arc immediately appeared on the fist as faint sounds of thunder resounded from the surroundings.    

Threads of electric current coiled around Ye Feng's fist, and rushed towards Yin Jiuyi who was rushing towards him, striking him ruthlessly.    

Yin Jiuyi focused his gaze, and his pupils could not help but contract.    

The thunder attribute had always been the nemesis of the Profound Yin Sect. Moreover, he could see that the opponent's punch was not ordinary.    

In terms of might alone, his punch might not be as powerful as before. However, with the Lightning Attribute, he did not dare to underestimate it.    

This brat, how could he have so many powerful and strange fist techniques?    

However … Heh heh …    

Yin Jiuyi laughed sinisterly, his face instantly turning green and purple. He channeled the vitality in his body, and before Ye Feng's fist could come at him, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to block it.    

In almost the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace struck both of Yin Jiuyi's arms with incomparable power while carrying the sound of thunder.    

"Buzz!"    

Ye Feng felt as if his fist had smashed into a steel wall, without even the slightest bit of movement. Even his own arms were almost dislocated by the strong impact.    

"Pfft!"    

After throwing out that punch, Ye Feng, who was clearly the attacking party, was actually sent flying backwards, continuously leaving a thirty meter deep gully in the ground before he could finally stop.    

Moreover, his entire body felt numb and itchy, as if the Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace had hit his body.    

On the other hand, Yin Jiuyi discovered that his face which was filled with white light, changed a little, and then, as if nothing had happened, he easily endured it. He was merely pushed back a few steps by Ye Feng's punch.    

This time, Ye Feng was completely at a disadvantage.    

"There's something strange?"    

Ye Feng held onto his chest, and coughed twice before spitting out a mouthful of blood. Then, he stood up from the gully.    

There must be something wrong.    

Although the Ninth Level of Void Stage was extremely strong, it might not be strong to such an extent. Judging from the situation with the previous two strikes, the gap between him and Yin Jiuyi was not that huge.    

Even though Yin Jiuyi was in a defensive state earlier, he must have used some kind of secret skill. Otherwise, his "Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace" wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.    

Backlash?    

Ye Feng's heart was moved.    

Seeing that his hands had been defeated, Yin Jiuyi did not launch an attack. Instead, he stood in his original position for a while, the green and purple color on his face had dimmed down by quite a bit.    

"I still didn't have enough strength."    

Lowering his head to look at his two hands, Ye Feng immediately clenched them tightly.    

In this world, only strength was the way to go. As long as one had enough strength, no matter how difficult it was or how hindering it was, it would be easily dispelled.    

"What is it? Are you still so sharp-tongued? "    

Yin Jiuyi looked at the silent Ye Feng, and the corners of his mouth revealed ridicule.    

Ye Feng suddenly raised his head, and sneered at Yin Jiuyi.    

"In my opinion, you are not that strong. Is it possible that you can only use this method when counterattacking?" "Hmm, it's also possible that the more powerful my attack is, the stronger the force I'll receive from the backlash will be. If I want to take the initiative to attack them, your Devil Sect's evildoers are really strange and bizarre …"    

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Yin Jiuyi's face instantly darkened.    

He never thought that Ye Feng's senses would be so acute. In just a few words, he had already seen through the true nature of his cultivation technique.    

That's right.    

What Yin Jiuyi had just used was a profound skill from the Profound Yin Sect — Bramble Demonic Fury Skill.    

Just as Ye Feng had said, this technique could be used to borrow the opponent's spirit force to counterattack. After using it, the defense would be extremely strong, and calling it Golden Bell Iron Wall would not be an exaggeration.    

But this technique had an obvious weakness. Before using it, one would need to condense their Qi for a long period of time, and after resisting the enemy's attack, it would also take a period of time before the Devil Arts would dissipate, allowing them to freely move.    

This resulted in the "Bramble Demonic Killing Technique" being used when the opponent was caught off guard. Once the opponent saw through it and was prepared, it would definitely be useless.    

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Yin Jiuyi did not fall over as he said coldly: "Brat, I don't need this divine art, I can still completely defeat you. I'll let you see now, just how big of a gap there is between Third Level of Void Stage and the Ninth Layer …"    

"Take my punch. Let me see if you can continue laughing!"    

In his rage, like an arrow that had left the bow, he charged straight at Ye Feng.