Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Chi Dituo anxiously wanted to kill Ye Feng. Suddenly, he extended his hand out and his spirit energy turned into a group of Dark Light, shooting towards Ye Feng from all directions.    

The Dark Light moved as fast as lightning and arrived in the blink of an eye.    

This Barbarian Clan Martial Cultivator had already known that Ye Feng possessed a profound movement skill, hence he immediately launched a thunderous attack, unwilling to leave the former any opportunity for his to catch his breath.    

Weng! *    

Ye Feng's face darkened, the spirit force in his dantian started to flow, fusing into the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele. Immediately, the patterns on the Heavenly Stele lit up one by one, releasing pressure that was not the least bit weaker than Chi Dituo's.    

When they were less than three feet from Ye Feng's body, they strangely disappeared altogether.    

Chi Dituo frowned, he immediately saw through the problem. The tall and strange stone tablet that Ye Feng had waved around, made him unable to guess what it was.    

"Hmph, I want to see how much you can absorb!"    

With a cold snort, both of Chi Dituo's hands formed a seal. The spirit energy within his body poured out like a torrent, and even more violently shot towards Ye Feng.    

The Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele continued to vibrate continuously, dispersing the incoming waves of Dark Light.    

It was a pity that the difference in their cultivation levels was too great. After a round of attacks, the defensive circle Ye Feng activated was also gradually shrinking.    

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, it had changed from three feet to two feet, and then to one foot. Inside the teapot, Ye Feng could almost feel the sharp glint that came from the Dark Light.    

"Haha, boy, don't worry and die. The treasure in your hands is quite extraordinary. I'll take it for you."    

The powerful defensive power displayed by the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele caused Chi Dituo to salivate. Abruptly, he stopped shooting out black lights in the air, but instead pouncing in the air, suddenly appearing at Ye Feng's side about ten feet away.    

Then, he suddenly extended both his hands, and a pitch black palm wrapped by a Dark Light, directly grabbed at Ye Feng's body.    

Amongst the many races in the Divine Martial Continent, Barbarian Clan was known for their powerful fleshly bodies. Other than a few special demi-humans, they have never been afraid of anyone in close combat.    

With such a short distance attack, he was confident that he would be able to kill Ye Feng who was much weaker than him in one move.    

Even if the opponent relied on that strange movement technique, it was still impossible for them to escape.    

Clap clap!    

These two claws were like a storm, tearing through the air with ten pitch-black claw marks that produced an ear-piercing sound.    

"Truly malicious. Unfortunately, it cannot do anything to him."    

Ye Feng frowned, a light suddenly appeared on his chest, and the "Deceitful" inscription was activated, causing his figure to disappear into thin air the moment the pitch black claws landed on his forehead.    

"F * ck!"    

Although he was already prepared for Ye Feng's movement speed, until now, he still could not figure out how his opponent was able to escape from under his claws in an instant. was so angry that he almost went berserk.    

"Spirit Shocking Wave!"    

Without waiting for him to react, a thunderous shout suddenly exploded in his ears, and a surging wave of boundless mental energy swept up a surging ripple in the sky.    

As if he had thrown a soul bomb, Chi Dituo's face became as pale as paper. Both his claws fiercely grabbed the back of his head and he tumbled dozens of feet away in a sorry state.    

However, he was still a step too late.    

Ye Feng, who had used the "Sly" inscription, had a strange movement speed increase, escaping Chi Dituo's attack.    

This time, the mental attack was even more desperate, and it was almost displayed right above the opponent's head.    

The energy of the fifteenth stage was like a sharp blade that pierced Chi Dituo's Divine Sea fiercely, causing tears and blood to flow down his face as he hugged his head and rolled on the ground.    

Ah!" "Ahh!    

Once again, he stood up with difficulty. His entire face was covered with a frightening crimson color, and his eyes were bloodshot. He appeared like an evil ghost from hell.    

The sudden explosion of his majestic mental energy and screams attracted the attention of many inner and outer sect disciples.    

When the two sides clearly saw the battle, the disciples of the two sects both cried out in disbelief.    

Ye Feng of the Half-Step King Stage was actually battling a expert of the fourth or fifth level of the King Realm? And what made them even more surprised was that the Barbarian Clan Martial Cultivator had obviously suffered a setback under Ye Feng's hands, causing him to be in unexplainable pain.    

"The fifth level of the King's Realm is indeed extraordinary, to think that... Was it held on by him? "    

Unlike the others, Ye Feng was slightly disappointed.    

After the Strength of Spiritual Power reached the fifteenth stage, the power of the Spirit Shocking Wave similarly increased by quite a bit.    

However, the gap between the two of them was too wide, Ye Feng had not yet managed to cultivate the spirit type secret technique he obtained from the Inscription Master Convention, and with that strike, if it was any Martial Cultivator below the third level, it would have been enough to shatter his spirit ocean, turning him into a cripple.    

But Chi Dituo, who was at the fifth level of the King Realm, could still stand.    

Looking at his appearance, although his mind was severely damaged, he still possessed a powerful combat ability.    

"Bastard!" An ant! I will tear you to pieces. "    

"Black Demon Ancestral Soul."    

Chi Dituo was in a crazed state and at this moment, he no longer held anything back. All of the Yuan Power in his body burst out without regard for his life, and within his mountainous body, a Berserker God tattoo suddenly shot out, condensing into a terrifying image that was at least thirty to forty feet tall.    

With a wheezing sound, the illusory figure swooped down from above and punched towards Ye Feng crazily. His fist was as heavy as a mountain.    

"Not good."    

Ye Feng's eyes darkened, and inwardly cursed 'not good'.    

This fellow had already lost all sense of reason and was fearless under the wild attacks. The "Black Demon Ancestral Soul" condensed by the God of Berserkers tattoo was several times more powerful than an attack from a fifth level King's Realm expert.    

Boom!    

Just as the giant black shadow's fist was about to land, the green figure that was fighting with the Martial Cultivator not far away suddenly escaped the battle circle and rushed towards Ye Feng's direction.    

Clang!    

A pitch-black glazed sledgehammer appeared in front of the Black Demon Ancestral Soul's fist. The two collided with each other, and the green figure was forced back several meters. He staggered for a while before barely managing to stand firm.    

The appearance of the figure in front of him caused Ye Feng to be a little absent-minded for a moment.    

He didn't expect that at the critical moment between life and death, the first person to come to his aid would be his sworn enemy in the Hegemonical Competition … Bu Jingni.    

"Haha …"    

Forcefully swallowing down a mouthful of surging blood energy, Bu Jingni turned around and smiled at Ye Feng, saying: "How can a limelight let you monopolize it? Junior Brother Ye, the elites of our Inner Sect are not much weaker than you. "    

Shua shua shua!    

Just as his words fell, a few more figures charged over, blocking in front of Ye Feng.    

"I've disliked Man Zi for a long time. Leave this guy to us." Zhe Yan lazily lifted his hand and said to Ye Feng.    

"Haha, that's right, Junior Brother Ye has Inscription Grandmaster. You just have to inscribe a few fourth level inscriptions for us." The city laughed out loud as well.    

"Junior brother, don't be greedy."    

Gu Mingdao said to Dan Cheng in disdain, then turned to Ye Feng, "Junior Brother Ye, I only want a fourth level inscription."    

"Haha …"    

These Inner Sect of Earthly Essence Sect experts, full of heroic spirit, stood in front of Ye Feng, blocking the way.    

They also felt that it was only because Ye Feng's Half-Step King Stage was on par with the Barbarian Clan Martial Cultivator at the fifth level of the King's Realm that he could step forward and protect his son when he was attacked with killing intent at any time.