Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The "Qian Palace Heavenly Fist" was suddenly activated, the air between the front and back was erratic, suddenly there was a flash, and he was directly on Han Wuxin's left rib.    

With a wail, Han Wuxin inadvertently opened his eyes. In his scarlet eyes, Blood Light surged and the blood that was drawn by him immediately swept up and formed a blood shield, blocking Ye Feng's fist that was in front of his left rib.    

Ye Feng was secretly surprised.    

In half a day at most, the Man In Black Leader's cultivation had increased a lot, and a middle level Devil Disciples had advanced into a high level Devil Disciples.    

Moreover, besides his cultivation reaching Seventh Level of Void Stage, his strength had also increased by quite a bit with the support of the rolling blood.    

It seemed that the blood that this person absorbed contained the power to help the disciples advance quickly. Who knew how many people he had killed to form such a blood well?    

It was time to kill!    

"Bam!"    

Qian Palace Heavenly Fist punched the blood shield.    

The shield was instantly shattered into a pool of blood and the energy contained within it was evaporated completely by the fist force. The remaining power of the fist wind continued to descend towards Han Wuxin's ribs.    

"What?"    

It could be seen that Han Wuxin's eyes were also filled with shock.    

He never expected that the Third Level of Void Stage youth who was chasing after him would actually be able to destroy the blood shield formed from devil blood with a single punch.    

Fortunately, the power of the fist had been blocked by the blood shield, so the power of the punch was exhausted. He only managed to flip Han Wuxin over and did not deal too much damage to him.    

Han Wuxin, who had instantly stood up, had a solemn and strange expression. He looked at Ye Feng without blinking, and said slowly: "Just now, what you exploded forth with in that mercenary town was not your strongest strength …"    

"What do you think?" Ye Feng calmly smiled.    

"Just with Third Level of Void Stage alone, you possess such a powerful combat power. You should be a genius disciple that was raised by some large sect … "However, your biggest mistake was that you were too rash and came to this place in order to chase after me …"    

"Although I have yet to completely absorb all the demonic god's blood here, I believe killing you would be enough! You'll soon be a pool of blood... Un, I can give you a chance, pass on my Devil Arts, and let you become a member of my Hall of Blood … I wonder what you think? "    

"You want me to join the Devil Sect?" Ye Feng was confused by Han Wuxin's words.    

"That's right!" With the Seven Great Sacred Grounds in ruins, the rise of my Demon Sect is in sight, and my entire Yuanwu Continent will sooner or later become the world of my Demon Sect. Han Wuxin had thought that Ye Feng was moved, his tone was full of bewitchment, and he said with sincerity.    

"It's fine if you join the Devil Sect, but at least right now, the disciples of the Devil Sect are still crossing the street like mice. They don't even dare to show their faces in broad daylight." "I have a suggestion as well. Why don't you obediently be bound and let me capture you alive? That way, you'll be able to live and I'll be able to obtain even more points …" Ye Feng teased while looking at him lazily.    

"Stinky brat, you're still being stubborn even when you're about to die. "Hahahaha …"    

Han Wuxin's face changed, following that, he started to wildly laugh.    

At this moment, it was obvious that he was extremely confident in himself.    

Ye Feng, who was standing opposite of him, maintained his calm expression as usual, and quietly watched him raise his head to the sky and finish laughing. After a long while, he continued to ask indifferently: "Looks like you don't agree with my suggestion, since that's the case, you can go and die."    

The Moon-Burning Blade in his right hand suddenly appeared, a burst of fire type spirit energy poured into the blade, Ye Feng's blade slashed out flames that filled the sky, one "Raging Flame Jumping To Heaven", bringing with it a boundless might as it rushed towards Han Wuxin.    

This blade strike was not Ye Feng's strongest attack, and he did not even use his Flame Essence.    

However, the blade intent followed the activation of the soul force, adding a bit more of the blade skill's power, as if one slash could cut through the tunnel and even cause a crack in the sky.    

Facing the incoming blade, Han Wuxin had a plan in mind. Both his thumbs intersected and he quickly pushed them out.    

The surging blood flowed like a river that had its gates opened, and also like rolling waves, rushing out under the guidance of his Essence. With that, Han Wuxin quickly separated his hands. With the support of the Devil Qi, the blood that gushed out from his hands formed the shape of a war axe.    

Other than raising his cultivation, the blood also contained a ready-made weapon?    

At the same time that Ye Feng felt this was a novelty, he also felt that it was a little unbelievable. In his heart, he began to value this high ranking Devil Disciples, Han Wuxin.    

The battle axe was ten feet long, the axe's surface was a deep red, covered with mysterious Dao patterns, under Han Wuxin's sinister laughter, it swung down with all its might, carrying with it a heavy force.    

Two weapons, one gravity and the other a heavy skill. When the two weapons clashed, a loud sound of energy being released was emitted.    

Although Ye Feng's blade strikes were fast, Han Wuxin's Blood Axe defense was also perfect, and in that moment, he was unable to injure his opponent.    

But Ye Feng noticed that the blood axe was huge, it required Han Wuxin to have two hands to control it, while he only needed to use his right hand to wield the blade. With a change in expression, he punched out with his left hand, and the Thunder Fist of Zhen Palace shot out towards Han Wuxin like lightning.    

Han Wuxin retreated a few steps back in panic. As he avoided Ye Feng's fist wind, he conjured a blood shield to defend himself.    

Each punch required the activation of a blood shield to withstand it, and with each punch being able to dissipate a blood shield, the energy consumption of the devil blood was extremely fast.    

These were all refined from killing many Martial Cultivator and had been refined with great effort. Such a fast rate of consumption was simply too astonishing.    

Han Wuxin felt both helpless and heartbroken, he could not ignore the fist light that Ye Feng had released.    

He gritted his teeth and roared loudly. It was as if a round of Blood Essence had suddenly appeared on this person's body, and the blood on all four sides surged out to surround him. In the end, a three meter long, Demonic Beast shaped blood fiend had appeared next to him.    

After pausing for a moment, the blood fiend leapt into the air, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at Ye Feng.    

This blood fiend had consumed a lot of Han Wuxin's energy, causing his face to turn pale white.    

"Hmm?"    

"Earth Rank High Grade?"    

Ye Feng did not expect him to be able to split his attention again, and at the same time resist himself, he could summon such a strong blood fiend.    

However, there was still no fear on Ye Feng's face. After smiling faintly, he reached out to pat the Spiritual Beast Bag, and a violent pressure appeared in the air.    

A rumbling sound was heard.    

Demon flames surged from the mighty and tall Dragonlion. With a majestic aura surrounding it, it looked down on the world with its two bell-like eyes, as if an ancient king had descended.    

Seeing the blood fiend in front of him, the Devil Flame Dragonlion also became extremely excited.    

Demonic Beast could increase its strength by consuming flesh and blood.    

The blood fiend was formed by Han Wuxin's own Blood Essence and the blood here. In the eyes of the blood fiend, it was like the most delicious food, how could it not be tempted?