Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ninth level of the sage realm was the most terrifying existence Ye Feng had ever faced. With the slightest carelessness, he would lose his life.    

Mo Ping brought endless pressure to Ye Feng. When they fought, Ye Feng was like walking on a tightrope, both physically and mentally hanging on. Only when Mo Ping was done did he finally feel relieved.    

However, under the heavy pressure, Ye Feng's improvement was just as huge. His comprehension of the Space Laws had deepened and he had completely mastered the power of his body.    

Ye Feng even felt that after the battle between the Demon Pavilion and the Demon Soul Clan, he could try to break through to the fourth level of the sage realm.    

Ye Feng sighed in his heart. He didn't notice that there were stiff figures surrounding him. Their eyes were dull and lifeless as they stared at him.    

"Hmm?"    

After Ye Feng noticed something, he looked around. On his left and right, both sides had stopped fighting long ago. Some of them didn't even notice that their weapons had fallen on the ground and stared at him in shock.    

"Divine Maple …"    

After having his heart pierced by the Demon Pingxian, the seriously injured Kong Tuo Ling clutched his chest and leaned over.    

His expression was still a bit absent-minded. With a hint of disbelief in his voice, he asked with a hoarse voice, "You killed Demon Pingxian?"    

"Yeah."    

Ye Feng blinked his eyes and realized how shocking his actions were.    

"Half a step into the God Stage, and he died in your hands just like that?"    

Kong Tuo Ling's mouth was wide open. He was so shocked that he couldn't even breathe. Just now, he seemed to have blocked Mo Pingxian's attack and almost died from that sword attack.    

Half a step into the God Stage, his strength was terrifying, yet such an existence was actually killed by Ye Feng.    

"You …"    

Kong Tuo Ling was silent for a long time. He finally opened his mouth but was unable to say anything. He silently looked at Ye Feng and suddenly shook his head.    

"Forget it, you're a freak."    

"Hmm?"    

Ye Feng looked at Kong Tuo Ling suspiciously.    

At this moment, when the two sides heard Kong Tuo Ling's words, they all nodded their heads in agreement.    

"Since Demon Pingxian is dead, why aren't you devils giving yourselves up to be captured?"    

At this moment, one of the Heaven's Chosen from the demon pavilion burst out into laughter. He was extremely pleased with himself as he stared at the group of Demonic Soul Cultivators.    

The battle had begun, and both sides were fighting intensely. There were casualties on both sides at all times, and the battle situation was extremely tense because of Mo Pingxian's half-step God Stage.    

The Heaven's Prides of the Demon Pavilion were all at the seventh to eighth level of the sage realm, with Peak of Eighth Level at their strongest.    

This was because the demon pavilion was the center of power for the demon race in the Sea of Death. When a heaven's pride level expert reached the ninth level of the sage realm, they would be sent out to guard the territories in their respective territories, allowing them to gain experience and prepare to break through God Stage.    

As a result, when the Demon Soul Clan attacked, although there were many heaven's pride level experts in the Demon Pavilion and nearly thirty percent more Saints than the Demon Soul Clan members, it was still not a good thing.    

Right now, Mo Pingxian had been killed by Ye Feng, the Demon Soul Clan was headless, and the number of sage realm warriors was far lower than the Demon Pavilion. It was impossible for them to win.    

"Chi!"    

A heaven's pride level expert suddenly took action. His long spear pierced the Demon Soul general's chest, instantly disintegrating all of his internal organs.    

"Run, run!"    

"Second Young Master is dead, we can't fight anymore!"    

"Retreat from the demon pavilion, quickly retreat!"    

Roar ~ Roar ~ ~ The demon soul general led his soldiers and retreated. They were not afraid of death, but knew that if they continued to fight, there would only be more casualties.    

A battle with unequal fighting power would only be a one-sided slaughter.    

Rather than bringing his clansmen to their deaths, it was better to wait for the God Stage to determine the victor.    

In this world, power determined everything, especially when two powers fought. The victor would never be at the bottom, but rather the peak.    

Any more sage realm cultivators could be easily suppressed with just a God Stage. As long as Mo Pingtian could defeat the High Priest, the Demon Pavilion would be doomed to fall.    

The Demonic Soul soldiers in the Demonic Pavilion were defeated and fled. A group of heaven's pride level experts chased after them. Ye Feng, on the other hand, raised his head and looked towards the sky.    

At the moment Ye Feng killed Demon Pingxian, Mo Wutian had already noticed it. Even though he was in danger after being attacked by the High Priest, his flesh and blood had still fallen.    

"Divine Maple!"    

Mo Wuji stared at Ye Feng with his eyes almost popping out. He wished that he could kill Ye Feng and risk his life to kill him.    

The reason why Mo Ping killed Ye Feng was because he wanted to avenge his third brother and also because he wanted to serve Mo Wuji. Now that Mo Ping had died in Ye Feng's hands, Mo Wuji felt guilty and felt that he had killed his second son.    

"Hur hur."    

At this moment, the High Priest also noticed Ye Feng killing Mo Ping. He couldn't help but smile and said in a playful voice, "Do you know who helped me get rid of the inner demons?"    

"Bam!"    

Mo Wutian retracted his gaze, hastily blocking a sacred art. His figure flew backwards, looking at the High Priest.    

"Who is it!"    

A bad feeling arose in Mo Wuji's heart, but he could not help but look at the High Priest and ask. His voice sounded extremely hoarse.    

"That's Shen Feng."    

The High Priest smiled calmly.    

Mo Wuji's face stiffened and his consciousness went into a trance. He had a total of three sons and two of them had already died at the hands of Ye Feng.    

As for Mo Wuji, he was sure that the High Priest had gone berserk and was powerless to continue the fight, with the intention of destroying the Demonic Pavilion. But now, all of his efforts had been wasted because of Ye Feng, and all of this was because of a mere Saint realm cultivator.    

A moment of absent-mindedness, in a battle of God Stage, was a fatal flaw.    

The High Priest had said that Ye Feng had solved the problem of his inner demon. It was an attack on his heart that shook Mo Wuji's heart.    

"Withering Bloom's Sword Light!"    

The High Priest shouted and pointed his scepter. A beam of cold light illuminated the nine prefectures as a world-shocking sword light shot out from the blood crystal. The Law of Withering Bloom fused into the sword light.    

This sword light was aimed straight at the center of Mo Wuji's forehead. In the instant that Mo Wuji was dazed, he attacked. He was caught off guard and found it hard to defend against this sword light …    

Seeing Ku Rong's sword light coming at him, Mo Wuji's black hair, which was at the side of his temples, turned gray and scattered into ashes. His face tightened as he shouted in anger, "How long are you going to wait?"    

This headless sentence resounded through the sky, but it suddenly stirred monstrous waves on the surface of the sea. A robust demon, whose entire body was surrounded by Devil Qi and covered in lightning tattoos, rushed into the sky to block the sword light from Ku Rong.    

At the same time, the sky shook as a demonic god's huge palm descended. On the back of the palm was an old man with his hands behind his back, proudly looking down on the High Priest.    

And in the air, another figure rushed out. It was a middle-aged demon, clad in purplish-gold armor, holding a mountain-splitting axe in his hand, aimed at the High Priest and ruthlessly chopping him down.    

"Hu Qian Zhong, today is the day you die."    

From the shadows beside the High Priest, a short, shifty demon with two swords in his hands suddenly stabbed at the back of the High Priest's head.    

"Hahaha!"    

In the blink of an eye, the High Priest was surrounded. The four demons that suddenly appeared were all at the eighth level of God Stage, the same as Mo Wuji, and their fighting strength could be said to be overflowing.    

The Five Devils in front of him were the Patriarchs of the five clans of the Five Devils. Their formation could be said to be unprecedented, but with such a powerful enemy surrounding them, not only did the High Priest have no fear, he even laughed heartily towards the sky.    

"Mo Wutian, you're only at the eighth level of your God Stage, yet you're able to hold on for so long in my hands. Don't you feel that it's strange?"    

His words caused the pupils of Mo Wuji and the other four devils to constrict.    

"I have long known that your Five Devils have plotted against my Monster Pavilion for a long time. I have kept you alive until now to wait for them!"    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]