Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"If I wasn't unable to use my Origin power in this Ascension Abyss, with your tiny Third Level of King Stage, Martial Cultivator, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes."    

Huai Jue snorted coldly as his eyes flickered with boundless killing intent.    

Then, he suddenly shouted loudly. Holding his Black Dragon mace, he rushed towards Ye Feng.    

He was finally going to take the initiative.    

Ye Feng frowned as he used his Ninth Heaven of Roc movement technique once more. Then, he moved to the side, evading the attack.    

Although Ye Feng dodged Huan Jue's attack, he didn't dare to fight back.    

After the few attacks and defenses just now, Ye Feng already knew that the cultivation technique that Huan Jue practiced was extremely good at defending. No matter where his Killing Boorish Blade slashed, Huan Jue would immediately use his Black Dragon mace to block it.    

If they wanted to defeat him, they could only use absolute physical strength to forcefully crush him.    

However, the Holy Weapon in Huan Jue's hands were too tyrannical, and was specialized in dealing with sharp blades. Once the Killing Boorish Blade was shattered, under the condition of empty-handed attack, no matter how strong Ye Feng was, he was still unable to do anything to the other party.    

Other than the Killing Boorish Blade, Ye Feng's Storage Ring s had other weapons, but those weapons were too low leveled.    

Ever since Ye Feng had advanced into the next stage, he only had one Killing Boorish Blade that was barely fit for use. As for the other low grade weapons, they would shatter if he used even a little bit of strength.    

"Haha …" Cut me, why don't you? Aren't you very strong? "    

Huan Jue laughed heartily. With the Black Dragon trump card in his hand, his heart was at ease and he was immensely proud.    

Elder Qi, who was watching the fight from the side, also laughed.    

Although Huan Jue was injured just now, such injuries were nothing to an individual cultivator like him.    

As long as his young master could vent his anger, that was the important thing.    

"Kneel down and kowtow to me three times. Call me grandpa three more times, and then personally bring Sha Shenyue over. I can spare your life."    

"Otherwise, don't even think about walking out of the Immortal Abyss."    

Huan Jue sneered again and again. The attacks in his hands became sharper and sharper. The Black Dragon trump card transformed into numerous black shadows. Every move was aimed straight at Ye Feng's vitals.    

On the other hand, Ye Feng could only dodge and didn't dare to fight back. He was in a very sorry state.    

"Clang!"    

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, followed by a sound similar to the shattering of glass.    

Taking advantage of the moment that Ye Feng was dodging, Huan Jue changed his moves, the Black Dragon Dagger no longer attacked Ye Feng's original body, but suddenly slashed onto the back of the Killing Boorish Blade's blade.    

This Heaven Rank spirit artifact was already heavily damaged, and had many cracks on it. After being ruthlessly chopped by the Black Dragon mace, it immediately shattered, turning into countless fragments that fell to the ground.    

Ye Feng felt his heart bleeding as he looked at the broken blade in his hand.    

The Killing Boorish Blade was the only weapon in his hand and it had been broken. How could he continue to fight?    

Could it be that he could only use a sword?    

However, only elemental energy could drive a sword technique to its full potential.    

If he used his sword to fight Huan Jue, it was possible that he would be able to injure him in a single exchange. As for the Demon Emperor's bow, it was a long range sneak attack weapon and was currently being used as a gift.    

He was in a dilemma.    

What should he do?    

"Heh heh …" Kid, today is the day you die! If I kill you, all the beautiful women will belong to me. Die! "    

Huan Jue laughed sinisterly. His black dragon mace carried the wind as it turned into countless afterimages, aiming straight at Ye Feng's face.    

Losing one's weapon meant losing the ability to fight back. Even if he didn't lose now, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.    

"No, I have something else in my hand!"    

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Ye Feng's mind.    

Following that, the Black Light flashed and a black short rod appeared in his hands.    

This short, jet-black stick did not look anything special. It did not look like a weapon, but more like a poker that ordinary farmers used to light up fires.    

"What, you want to use a fire poker to fight against my Black Dragon mace?"    

Seeing this, Huan Jue could not help but sneer. The Black Dragon mace increased its strength and smashed towards Ye Feng.    

Of course he wouldn't think that Ye Feng could take out any decent divine weapons. With the opponent's strength and background, it was already pretty good to have a Heaven Rank Totem by his side.    

Seeing this scene not far away from him, Elder Qi couldn't help but shout: "Young master, Ye Feng is dead this time."    

Others might not know about the power of the Black Dragon mace, but as a rejuvenated personal guard, he was well aware of it.    

This Holy Weapon was found by the Huai family patriarch from all over the Divine Martial Continent, and was specially made for Huai Jue to kill weapons.    

There was no lack of Heaven Rank spirit artifacts which were broken by the Black Dragon mace.    

Huai Jue was known as the strongest amongst the young generation of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and it was largely because of this reason.    

How could a mere fire stick contend against the Black Dragon mace?    

Elder Qi seemed to have already seen the scene of Ye Feng's short stick being smashed into pieces after it was chopped off by the Black Dragon mace. He was very excited.    

"Feng …"    

Sha Shenyue was equally nervous when she saw this scene. She yelled and was about to charge over.    

However, he was stopped by Elder Qi.    

Seeing the black dragon mace coming at him, Ye Feng revealed a sneer on his face. He infused his power into the short stick and swung it.    

"Clang!"    

The short stick collided with the Black Dragon mace, producing a loud bang like a great bell.    

A strange scene occurred.    

The two weapons separated the moment they came into contact with each other. Not only did Ye Feng's short stick not break, it even let out a buzzing sound.    

As for the Black Dragon mace in Huan Jue's hand, with a "kacha" sound, a spiderweb like crack appeared on the black mace's body.    

Not only that, but the huge counterforce produced by the clash of the two weapons had directly shattered the bone in his palm, making his Black Dragon mace lose its balance and fly out horizontally.    

"This …"    

Huan Jue took a few steps back, looking at the short stick in Ye Feng's hand with a face full of fear, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.    

The thing in Ye Feng's hand was the nameless short stick that he had accidentally obtained.    

The unremarkable looking short iron rod was also of no rank. It was hard to tell what material it was made of, but it was neither gold nor wood. It was extremely inconspicuous.    

However, this short iron rod could become quite heavy under the infusion of strength.    

When Ye Feng's cultivation was low, he had defeated many powerful warriors with this nameless stick. However, as his cultivation became stronger and stronger, plus he had more and more totems in his hands, he hid them in the mysterious space and didn't use them.    

If Huan Jue had forced him into a corner today, Ye Feng would not have been able to remember that he had such an insignificant weapon.    

"Gongzi, you … are you alright?"    

Elder Qi was so shocked that he gave up trying to stop Sha Shenyue and dashed in front of Huan Jue.    

Huan Jue shook his head as he turned to look at his Black Dragon mace that had fallen to the side, his face ashen.    

He'd never imagined that he would be defeated by his opponent.    

"Huan Jue, you can leave now. I won't kill you."    

Although Ye Feng had defeated Huan Jue, he was not happy at all.    

If he didn't have the special advantage of Atheism Abyss, he definitely wouldn't be a match for Huanhuan.    

To put it bluntly, his cultivation was still too low. In front of a true expert, he was broke.    

"Go?" How was this possible … "Ye Feng, I said that today is the day you die. If you don't die, how could I leave?!"    

Huai Jue's expression was one of guilt, his blood-covered mouth suddenly broke into a cruel smile. He raised his head and ordered Elder Qi beside him, "Kill him!"    

"Then, seize his weapon and give it to me!"    

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