Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Be careful."    

Don't forget to remind him loudly when he saw this.    

As for Xie An and the other hedonists, when they heard the person's voice, all of them immediately revealed expressions of joy.    

They all recognized the voice.    

It was Xie Cheng.    

Ye Feng stopped.    

He had long since sensed Xie Cheng's arrival and his expression didn't change as he stood on the spot. Turning around, he saw Xie Cheng pouncing on him, but he didn't use the "Burning Heaven Arts." Instead, he struck out with his palm across the air.    

The palm strike was ferocious.    

The wind from his palm turned into a hurricane that appeared out of thin air on the main street.    

Many of the onlookers on the street were forced back by the palm wind. Martial Cultivator, who had a low cultivation level, was sent flying by the wind, smashing into the signboard of a shop on the street.    

The palm wind had already arrived before the palm wind.    

Ye Feng's face turned serious.    

He also felt the terror of Xie Cheng's palm strike.    

The eldest son of the Xie Clan possessed the same cultivation base as Xie An, both at the eighth level of the King's Realm. However, his true strength was incomparable to Xie An.    

His foundation was deep and his spirit energy was solid. He could be called a formidable opponent.    

"Qian Palace Heavenly Fist."    

As this thought flashed across Ye Feng's mind, he let out a cry and also sent out a palm attack.    

The Origin Energy in his body was channeled into his palm, and at the same time, a green colored flame appeared. Although this palm seemed ordinary and ordinary, it actually contained eighty to ninety percent of his strength.    

With the combination of "Cyan Black Nether Fire" and "Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist", it was enough to deal with Martial Cultivator below the sage realm.    

Xie Cheng did not hold back. He started off with a killing move, so Ye Feng was not polite either.    

"Boom …"    

Two palms met, and a loud sound exploded on the street.    

With Ye Feng as the center, a wave of energy ripples that could be seen with the naked eye were suddenly created.    

This energy ripple that was formed after the two Palm Strength clashed directly caused an explosion of elemental energy that sent quite a few Martial Cultivator, who were near Ye Feng, flying.    

Some people vomited blood and were already injured by the energy ripples.    

The moment Ye Feng's palm made contact with Xie Cheng, they immediately separated and both retreated several steps at the same time.    

After standing still, Xie Cheng's eyebrows furrowed and his face paled. He quickly suppressed the surging elemental energy within his body and maintained his calm demeanor.    

Ye Feng felt his body tremble and his palms become slightly numb.    

Xie Cheng's reputation was spread far and wide. As expected of the elites with the greatest potential in the main branch, his strength could be said to be terrifying.    

Fortunately, he had already advanced to the next stage a month ago. If it was Ye Feng from a month ago, perhaps he would have suffered a loss under Xie Cheng's attack.    

"Not bad, to be able to receive a palm from me shows that you are quite extraordinary. However, you must know that I only used fifty percent of my strength just now and did not use my family's secret art."    

Xie Cheng stared at Ye Feng and smiled proudly.    

Ye Feng, who looked up, sneered.    

Fifty percent strength, what the hell.    

This fellow sure had a good face. He had clearly used all of his strength just now, yet he only used fifty percent of it. It was truly an incredible feat.    

This palm of his, had almost reached the power of Half Saint Stage.    

If he had only used fifty percent of his power, wouldn't he be comparable to the sage realm?    

"Is that so?"    

Ye Feng nodded with a cold smile, but he did not argue with him. He nodded lightly: "Then are you still going to stop me?"    

"Brat, you are so arrogant! Do you know that the more arrogant a person is, the sooner he will die? "    

Xie Cheng's body emitted a trace of a violent aura, it was obvious that he was angered by Ye Feng. However, the anger that was generated in his heart was quickly suppressed by him.    

"Since you were able to receive my attack, it means that your strength is not bad. You should be a genius of the other courtyards. If I were to kill you today, the other courtyard might bring trouble to our Xie Clan."    

"In three days, during the Sword Truth Assembly, don't let me meet you, or else … I will definitely kill you. "    

"As you wish."    

Ye Feng smiled disapprovingly, then swaggered away in front of the crowd.    

"Brother, you … …" Why let him leave just like that? "Just now, I was..."    

Xie An rushed up from the back, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.    

"That's right, Big Brother Xie. This brat ignored the Xie Clan and even slapped the faces of the Feudal Lord Aristocrat Clan. How can he be let off so easily?"    

"Yeah, didn't you just say that …"    

Xie An and the other popinjays also began to clamor.    

They thought that since Xie Cheng had arrived, this country bumpkin would definitely kowtow and kowtow just now.    

Who would have thought that Xie Cheng would let them leave just like that? This result was slightly different from what they had imagined. In their memories, Xie Cheng wasn't that kind of person.    

"Scram!"    

Xie Cheng turned around and glanced at them, then shouted angrily, "Second brother, if I see you interacting with these popinjays again, I … Must break their legs. "    

The foppish young lords looked at each other in dismay. They were so frightened that they were like cicadas in the winter.    

Xie An was also stunned.    

He had never seen his big brother in such a bad temper. What was going on today?    

"Come home with me."    

Xie Cheng snorted coldly and left with Xie An.    

The other people on the street saw that there was nothing left to watch so they all left as well. In the blink of an eye, only the Mo siblings were left on the street.    

"The always domineering Xie Cheng actually submitted to this person. Second Sis, who was the person that saved me?" Mo Chengkong's eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Mo Yu and said.    

Don't forget not to answer him, pull him and quickly chase after Ye Feng.    

… ….    

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"    

After returning to the Xie Clan, Xie An could no longer hold himself back and asked impatiently.    

"What's that kid's name?" Xie Cheng's expression was dark. He didn't answer Xie An's question, but asked a rhetorical question.    

Xie An shook his head. "I don't know who he is either. He didn't say."    

"Bastard, then why did you go and provoke him?" Xie Cheng couldn't help but scold on the side.    

He slowly raised his right hand, "Although this person only has Third Level of King Stage, in terms of Palm Strength, he is superior to me."    

"What?"    

Xie An's expression changed drastically as he looked curiously at Xie Cheng's open palm. He saw that his big brother's right hand had split open, and dark red blood gathered at the crack, not dispersing.    

"That palm attack just now broke my palm, but fortunately, I managed to maintain it with a secret technique. Otherwise, our Xie Clan would have lost a lot of face this time."    

Xie Cheng took a deep breath and his face was slightly pale.    

Hearing that, Xie An was stunned on the spot, completely speechless.    

The brother who was unrivalled in his eyes was actually injured by a nameless kid whose cultivation was so much lower than him. This kind of thing was hard for him to believe.    

"Third Level of King Stage, is actually this powerful? But luckily, his body is strong, so we have ways to deal with such a body cultivator. "    

"Hmph, in three days, I'll make him pay a terrible price …"    

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