Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

1In the arena, scarlet flames and azure spirit energy were divided in half.    

    

Under the frenzied collisions between the two sides, a blinding radiance sputtered out.    

    

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" The two of them collided more than ten times in a short amount of time, causing the spectators to feel as though their teeth were going to ache from the collision.    

    

"It seems... "Some give it a try."    

    

"It seems that the Junior Brother Ye is not as simple as we thought."    

    

"Senior Sister Ningzhen, you said … Can Junior Brother Ye defeat that sh * t stick? "    

    

"…"    

    

Dozens of service disciples were nervous, cold sweat forming on their palms as they stared at the two people in the arena, afraid that Ye Feng would defeat them.    

    

"He should be fine …" Junior Brother Ye does not seem to be an impulsive person. "    

    

Yuan Ningzhen said those words but even he himself did not have the confidence.    

    

"Eighth Level of Void Stage, should single handedly challenge a King Realm, and even use a Sect Talisman as a wager … "I feel like there's nothing more impulsive than him."    

    

Wang Yuwei grumbled at the side.    

    

Boom! *    

    

Just as he finished speaking, a berserk sound shook the area, causing dust to fly everywhere. A few pieces of debris even fell from the roof. Amidst the energy interweaving, two figures shot out. They staggered back a few steps before coming to a stop.    

    

"You have some ability in melee combat. No wonder you dare to provoke me!"    

    

After shaking off the spirit force revolving around the sword, Zhong Ziqi's chest heaved violently, after taking a few breaths, he calmed down, and his eyes revealed a sense of solemness.    

    

Whether it was in terms of physical body or elemental energy, he had not gained much of an advantage from the previous consecutive collisions.    

    

The fighting strength that Ye Feng displayed was not something that the Eighth Level of Void Stage little Martial Cultivator should have.    

    

"Provoke …"    

    

"In my opinion, you are not yet qualified."    

    

The Killing Boorish Blade vibrated slightly as Ye Feng secretly circulated his blood channels and adjusted his Qi.    

    

After he had advanced into the Eighth Level of Void Stage, his battle power had increased by quite a bit. However, he had yet to cross the king realm, so when he fought a true king realm expert, he still couldn't muster up enough strength.    

    

Fortunately, Zhong Ziqi and that guy had a clear gap in strength when compared to him. Furthermore, this guy seemed to be in a hurry to succeed, and his foundation was not stable.    

    

It was not enough for Ye Feng to use the "Three Forbidden Divine Arts".    

    

Under the exchange between the two, several moves had been exchanged very quickly. Feeling the peculiar appearances of some outer sect disciples not far away, Zhong Ziqi became extremely furious in his heart.    

    

If today, he couldn't even deal with a single worker, then he would be utterly humiliated. In the future … And how could he summon the wind and rain in the outer court?    

    

Hiss, hiss, hiss …    

    

With this thought, his expression became incomparably sinister. The Origin Energy in his body rapidly gushed out and poured into the Spirit Sword in batches.    

    

The two inscriptions that had fused with the sword blade immediately surged up with a spirit light that was several tens of feet high, causing the originally rising temperature to once again drop.    

    

The vicious lion head at the tip of the sword almost roared out.    

    

"I defeated you in one move."    

    

"Sword Insight …" "Ferocious Lion!"    

    

Zhong Ziqi stomped his feet on the ground, causing the ground to shatter into pieces. He leaped into the air, with both hands on his sword, he struck downwards, aimed at Ye Feng's head.    

    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

    

Three loud sounds came one after another, and the azure light on the spirit sword suddenly expanded. There were two rays of light in front of and behind the spirit sword. One ray of light after the other pierced into the lion's head.    

    

In that moment, with a roar, a lion's roar that seemed to cover the entire sky sounded out, all the cold Qi in the area quickly converged, enveloping Ye Feng.    

    

The icy coldness pouring down from the top of his head caused Ye Feng's pupils to contract. The Cyan Black Nether Fire in his body leaked out from the surface of his body and completely covered his entire right fist.    

    

"Ten-Direction Eight Trigrams Fist!"    

    

He released a deafening roar as he struck out with his eight fists. Wherever the punch passed, the Cyan Black Nether Fire would create a trail of fire and the scorched space around it became an illusion.    

    

The eight overlapping fists formed a powerful air cannon. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, it collided ferociously with the lion's head.    

    

Boom!    

    

The moment the two came into contact, the ice crystals that filled the sky exploded and were evaporated into mist before they could disperse. The Inscription Spirit Sword and the Killing Boorish Blade then overlapped each other.    

    

The collision of a Heaven Rank grade spirit artifact was accompanied by the sound of grinding.    

    

Their faces were not even a foot apart.    

    

Zhong Ziqi's eyes twitched violently. The attack that he had meticulously prepared was actually shattered by Ye Feng's fist. This result was completely unexpected.    

    

Ye Feng's face was also turning white.    

    

It seemed that without using Three Forbidden Divine Arts, it would be a bit difficult to fight against a King Realm warrior.    

    

However, the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil grin, and his eyes became extremely cold. Under the focus of his eyes, a majestic amount of mental energy rushed out from his forehead without any warning, and after a flash, it directly entered Zhong Ziqi's mind.    

    

The Mental Energy that was spreading out like a giant wave spread out in all directions. It even caused a few outer sect disciples who were nearby to let out painful howls as they squatted down.    

    

Compared to them, Zhong Ziqi, who was just inches away from them, was equivalent to completely enduring the power of this mental attack.    

    

Zhong Ziqi's Spirit Sea had almost collapsed. Blood kept flowing out of his seven orifices and his brain was filled with the sound of drums, making him tremble uncontrollably, but he was completely unable to control his own body.    

    

Ye Feng's mouth revealed a trace of ridicule, he lightly loosened his arm and quickly raised his fist, which was mixed with the sound of wind breaking, and smashed onto Zhong Ziqi's nose.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

The other disciples felt their scalps go numb and subconsciously covered their noses.    

    

Under dozens of focused gazes, Zhong Ziqi seemed as though his Blood Essence had been sucked dry. After releasing a sharp scream, he fell back with a loud thud, and then collapsed limply onto the ground, unconscious.    

    

The space in front of the huge Factotum Tavern seemed to have been frozen solid. No one said a word, even the service disciples who should have been cheering out loud were so shocked that they couldn't speak.    

    

Zhong Ziqi was an outer court disciple, and a First Level of King Stage.    

    

Perhaps his foundation was unstable, and his cultivation had some moisture, but in the King's Realm... After all, he was still in the King's Realm!    

    

From the start to the end, it had not even been an incense's time. The previously insufferably arrogant sh * t stick was now knocked unconscious by a service disciple who had just joined their Earthly Essence Sect for a few days.    

    

This kind of reversal was truly a bit inconceivable …