Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Seeing Ye Feng and the Devil Flame Dragonlion quickly approaching, the yin energy in Yin Jiuyi's eyes surged, and in an instant, both of his fists struck forward.    

Two streams of black elemental energy quickly enveloped his arms before they flew forward together with the elemental energy.    

The moment the energy left his hand, it scattered and transformed into two streams of black Qi, one pouncing towards the Devil Flame Dragonlion and the other intertwining towards Ye Feng.    

The speed of the two black gases was not fast, to the point that it seemed somewhat slow in Ye Feng's eyes, as if he could dodge them with just a slight movement.    

When he sensed the approaching black qi, Ye Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.    

He could sense the dangerous aura that was being transmitted from it.    

If he was truly surrounded by this black qi, he would be seriously injured in an instant. Even the Blood Crystal would not be able to heal him.    

Instinctively, Ye Feng used the "Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement" and retreated backwards, wanting to use it to avoid the black qi's chase. But what made him despair was, no matter how he moved, the black qi was still controlled by Yin Jiuyi.    

"Let's go all out!"    

Gritting his teeth, Ye Feng's eyes revealed a little fierceness.    

A Fire Essence exploded from within his body as all the Strength of Fire Essence in his body surged towards Ye Feng's right arm.    

The moment he clenched his fist, the aura around him rose bit by bit.    

"Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist!"    

He did not hold back, and did not probe further. At this moment, in the face of the ghosts, Ye Feng decisively unleashed his strongest attack, the ninth Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist.    

In an instant, the vitality in his body circulated crazily, and a powerful force continuously brewed on his fist. At the same time, Ye Feng's fist was also enduring the immense pressure, as though it was about to explode.    

However, he still did not directly use his Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist.    

At this time, the power of the "Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist" had not reached its maximum, so Ye Feng could only continue to endure the enormous pressure brought about by the overabundance of energy. Crazy method to convert the exploding Qi of Fire Essence s in his body into the power of eight elements, gathering all of them into his right fist.    

If they didn't succeed, they would die.    

Even if his fist were to explode, he would not hesitate.    

The black aura flashed by, and when it was about to wrap around Ye Feng, Ye Feng finally finished converting all the fire essence, and the might of the "Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist" was increased to its maximum.    

At this time, the power contained in Ye Feng's right hand was almost at his limit. If he had been even a second or two late, his right hand might have been crushed into pieces by the immense energy inside.    

"Give it to me, go to hell!"    

After a loud roar, his right fist instantly punched out, colliding with the strand of black gas that was approaching him.    

This punch of the Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist contained the power of eight different elements.    

The space within ten feet of him started to tremble slightly, as if the power contained in his right fist had already reached a point where it could shake the void …    

"Haha …" Could it be that Third Level of Void Stage wanted to forcefully withstand the 'Phantom Birth' of his own? They are overestimating themselves! "    

Yin Jiuyi did not seem to be able to sense the power of the fist, he disdained Ye Feng's actions.    

Profound Yin Sect's "Phantom Revival" technique was incomparably powerful, to the point of completely absorbing the Yin Qi in the past, condensing and releasing it. If an Emptiness Realm Expert dared to confront his strongest move head on, the only path for him would be death.    

Yin Jiuyi seemed to see Ye Feng being entangled by ghosts, and finally dying in despair.    

"Die, kid. After you die, your ghost will become one of my ghosts. Ha, ha, ha …"    

Seeing that the other black aura had forced the Devil Flame Dragonlion to retreat, causing it to be temporarily unable to interfere in this battle, Yin Jiuyi's heart overflowed with pride to the limit.    

He focused all of his attention on Ye Feng, using all his power to control his Yin Qi, wanting to borrow Ye Feng's spirit to strengthen himself.    

At this point of time, the "Yin Ghost" had almost reached Ye Feng's side. Yin Jiuyi laughed cruelly, clenched his hands, and sent all of his Yin Qi over.    

Obviously, he didn't want to waste any more time and wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.    

"Bam!"    

He did not see the expected astonishing collision. The fist aura that Ye Feng had unleashed came into close contact with the "ghost" that Yin Jiuyi had activated, and actually stopped in mid-air. It seemed as if they were evenly matched, as they clashed.    

Yin Qi and fist aura were being rapidly consumed. Neither of them had the chance to retreat. Even at this moment, both sides were in the stage where they could act as they pleased.    

Once the first force was exhausted, the second force would be completely defeated.    

In fact … Death!    

"Dammit. This damn brat, how is this punch so strong?"    

Yin Jiuyi had thought that victory was already in his grasp.    

The Yin Ghosts that he had condensed with all his Yin energy would be defeated by Ye Feng's fist with ease.    

However, what he saw now was not what he had expected.    

Yin Jiuyi would never have imagined that a mere Third Level of Void Stage could compete evenly with him in such a head-on battle.    

There were no fancy tricks or techniques, only the simplest and most brutal of powers. Whoever's moves were more powerful, and the one with the densest energy would be the victor.    

Ninth Level of Void Stage coupled with the supreme method of Profound Yin Sect's "Phantom Demon", were actually blocked by a single Third Level of Void Stage. This scene simply caused Yin Jiuyi to be so shocked that his teeth fell out.    

"Impossible!"    

How could Yin Jiuyi be willing to fight Ye Feng to the death? Immediately, the vitality of the Martial Vein surged violently, the Phantom of Martial Soul appeared above its head, and it increased the flow of spirit force, completely pouring the accumulated yin qi in its body into the black shadow.    

The black figure that was originally pulled out by the "Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist" had already lost its original shape due to the impact, and had instead directly turned into a ball of black energy.    

When the black shadow suddenly received the Yin power from Yin Jiuyi, it suddenly shone brightly, like a small black hole, emitting an endless amount of danger and attraction, wanting to directly absorb everything that went against it.    

Under this suction, Ye Feng felt that he was in a dangerous situation, turning into a lone boat in a stormy sea, in danger of overturning at any moment.    

"Even if it's a lone boat, I, Ye Feng, will still stand above the ocean, facing the wind and waves!"    

He grit his teeth fiercely and sent all the remaining Essence in his body into his right hand, following the flow of the Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist's fist radiance.    

"Break for me!"    

With a loud roar, Ye Feng's right fist shone all sorts of lights, and fiercely smashed down.    

At the same time, his eyes looked at Yin Jiuyi, and a strong amount of mental power quietly attacked him.