Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng swiftly put the two Pill that were always on his palms into his mouth.

One was a growth pill and the other was a strength pill, which could increase one's strength by 10% in a short period of time.

"You think you can suppress me by relying on your aura?"

"imposing manner? "Ha, ha, ha …"

Zhao Dapeng suddenly spoke out with spring thunder, his laughter resonating like the cries of tigers and apes. Instantly, the small space around him transformed into a sound wave, churning through rivers and seas as it swept towards Ye Feng.

For a time, the withered leaves flipped, and the sun and moon disappeared without a trace.

Not to mention Ye Feng, even Zhao Lun who was standing far away had a drastic change in expression as he covered his ears and activated his Vital Qi to resist.

However, this sound wave was not an ordinary attack. It was not just an auditory attack, but a spiritual attack as well.

That feeling, was as if countless invisible Ghost baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at the Divine Sense, could destroy the sea of consciousness at any time.

Ye Feng retreated back, at the same time, he sealed his consciousness to resist the incoming sound wave.

Fortunately, he had refined a Jadeite Spirit Tan, and his mental strength was much stronger than an ordinary Qi Transformation Stage Martial Cultivator. Even so, within the attack range of the sonic wave, he was now like a lone boat within a vast ocean, drifting with the flow, and it was difficult to control himself.

A look of shock shot out from Ye Feng's eyes.

Obviously, the effect of this sound wave was not something an ordinary Yellow Rank martial skill could achieve.

At least a profound rank.

Could it be that Zhao Dapeng was not an ordinary Martial Cultivator from a small clan?

That made sense.

With the strength of Zhao Dapeng's cultivation, how could he do anything to his own father, Ye Tian. In his memory, when Ye Feng was still very young, he was already an innate expert who ran amok in Bali City.

Zhao Dapeng had a backer.

To harm his father, it could be Zhao Dapeng's own selfish intent. It could also be possible that he would only do as he was ordered!

In an instant, many thoughts flashed past Ye Feng's mind.

His figure flashed as he executed a "Flying Crane Spreading its Wings". His speed was extremely fast as he instantly passed through the area where the sound waves were focused.

Zhao Dapeng used his Sound Wave Technique to attack his opponent using the method of his soul attack. Its power lay in its concentration, its sharpness, its explosive power.

Once Ye Feng was out of range, its effects were not even mentioned.

"Brat, you're able to defend against my Hu Pao Thunder Sound. It seems that your spiritual energy is quite unique and you have quite a few secrets."

Seeing that the sound waves were ineffective, Zhao Dapeng stopped his roaring and laughed indifferently.

He completely treated Ye Feng as a dead man, and the more secrets Ye Feng had, the greater the benefits he and his son would receive from killing Ye Feng.

Ye Feng laughed coldly: "Is that all you've got?"

Zhao Dapeng laughed sinisterly: "How could my abilities be something you can imagine? "Kid, just now was just the appetizer, do you think I can't defeat you just because your mental strength is strong?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and suddenly changed his hands into a pair of claws as sharp as lions.

"You don't know what I, Zhao Dapeng, was nicknamed back then. Bloodthirsty Heavenly Lion, my physical strength has reached four thousand kilograms, far surpassing that of ordinary Clear Heart Stage experts. Today, I'll let you experience it for yourself."

While speaking, he took a step forward and strode towards Ye Feng.

Surprisingly, his flying movement technique did not show any sign of being a mystery. Instead, it directly collided with the opponent's attack.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that he wanted to crush them in close quarters!

This kind of aura was indeed astonishing, and when Zhao Dapeng moved his legs, he looked like a galloping lion. His sharp claws that emitted a dense light was also filled with bloodlust.

Obviously, this guy was a close combat madman when he was young.

However, in terms of strength, Ye Feng had never been afraid of anyone.

Because of the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein, in terms of power, Ye Feng had always dominated Martial Cultivator of the same level.

Even though after entering the Qi Transformation Stage, the Vital Qi had become more penetrating and was sharper than energy, weakening its power within a certain range, causing most of the Martial Cultivator to give up on training their physical strength and chose to strengthen them instead, but Ye Feng had not stopped improving in terms of strength.

He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

Yellow Rank Spirit Grass was considered a low level Spirit Grass.

Amongst the ten stalks that Ye Feng had obtained through his Great Black Forest, at least half of them were used to increase his strength. The other half were in terms of defense, speed, etc.

At this moment, Ye Feng's strength had similarly reached an exaggerated four thousand kilograms. It could be said that he was on par with Zhao Dapeng.

Thus, at this moment, when seeing Zhao Dapeng in close combat, Ye Feng was naturally not afraid. Waving his fists, the most proficient technique, "Raging Bull's Subduing", directly collided with the exposed sharp claws.

Bang!

The air seemed to have suddenly stopped at this moment.

Zhao Dapeng's body froze, the two deep ditches beneath his feet showed just how powerful that impact was.

However, at this moment, he stopped.

Yes, not only him, but Ye Feng as well, the two of them suddenly stopped.

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, the two bodies suddenly flew backwards at the same time.

Zhao Dapeng consecutively retreated over a dozen steps, and Ye Feng also retreated to a distance that was roughly the same, as he finally managed to stabilize himself with difficulty.

His blood was boiling as he continuously breathed out and changed his breathing. Only then was he able to suppress the surging blood in his body.

The simple collision just now almost made Ye Feng spit out blood.

However, it was clear that Zhao Dapeng was not feeling well either.

The skin on his face was white and red, red and white.

Looking at Ye Feng who was standing in front of him, Zhao Dapeng was astonished. He obviously did not expect that a young warrior from Qi Transformation Stage would actually dare to fight him in close quarters combat.

Profound Ranked Martial Technique?

Strong strength?

How could a piece of trash, which was just a small fry before, become this strong after a month?

Could it be that Ye Tian had left some tricks up his sleeve? let this brat uncover the secret hidden in Ye Family a month ago?

Thinking of this, Zhao Dapeng's pupils contracted, and his chest heaved continuously.

If the situation was true, when the news was reported, at his age, it was true that he no longer had any thoughts of returning to the sect, but his son Zhao Lun, was most likely taking in as an outer sect disciple due to his hard work.

The sect behind him was not someone who could be compared to a small sect like Flying Cloud Sect. Geniuses abounded and were powerful, and many cities and kingdoms had to rely on their breath.

He had to figure out the secret hidden inside Ye Feng's body.

Zhao Dapeng let out a long roar, which was like a tsunami. It was grand and imposing, and for a moment, the entire courtyard looked like it was about to rain, filled with the deep pressure of a storm.

It was as if layers of airless black clouds were crushing down on him, and his long hair stood up straight like steel needles.