Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo did not say much. He cupped his fists at Liu Ruomei and returned to his room to rest. He left Liu Ruomei with a firm and heavy back.    

    

This kid was too strange. He acted alone and seemed to be targeting the Pengjia City. Was it for the sake of the Liuyu City or for another purpose?    

    

Liu Ruomei's heart ached when she thought of Fifth Sister's death. She was not in a good mood these few days because her father, Liu Qingtian, had only found the city lord of Pengjia City, Peng Yao City, symbolically after hearing the news of Fifth Sister's death. After a few haggling, he took some treasures from Pengjia City and the matter was left unsettled.    

    

Could it be that Fifth Sister's life was only worth some treasures? Then, Fifth Sister's death was too unjust!    

    

The father who valued benefits above everything made Liu Ruomei's heart turn cold. She even thought that if she was killed, would she suffer the same result?    

    

Now, the one who deserved to be looked forward to the most was Liu Duansheng. Seeing him win one after another and kill the Pengjia City's martial artists one by one, it made Peng Mingshang fly into a rage. Liu Duansheng's gratification and revenge made her mood much better. It could also be considered as consoling Fifth Sister and all the people who died.    

    

She even had a feeling that Liu Duansheng, whom she had saved by chance, could make a comeback and kill Xiantian warriors!    

    

One should know that a powerful Xiantian warrior could fight a Nascent Infant warrior without losing. Would Liu Duansheng be able to create another miracle tomorrow?    

    

...    

    

The morning sun lit up the sky. The spectators had arrived at the arena early in the morning and were looking forward to an even more intense competition.    

    

The Martial Tao Slave competition had reached its climax. Other than watching the competition, the gamblers put all their energy into gambling, discussing which martial artist could win and which martial artist could be considered as the dark horse of this year's competition.    

    

No one could guess what the gamblers were thinking. They could only use the word crazy to summarize.    

    

In the fifth round, Liu Duansheng's name appeared in the first round. In the D arena, Duan Tongyun's body swayed like a black cloud and landed on the arena.    

    

This move was not a flying technique, but more like a flying technique. The Innate True Qi flew out and carried him dozens of meters away, which attracted the crowd's cheers.    

    

On the other hand, Feng Yimo walked up the stairs step by step and arrived at the ring, causing the crowd to sigh.    

    

"Brat, are you a tortoise? If I had the time to come up, I would have shattered you long ago. Come quickly, let me send you to hell!" Duan Tongyun said discontentedly. His fist, which was as big as an altar of jealousy, rolled up a gust of wind and smashed towards Feng Yimo's chest.    

    

The corner of Feng Yimo's clothes was fluttering in the wind from Duan Tongyun's fist. His eyes could not help but narrow. This was the innate true qi being released?    

    

Because of his strong physique, he pretended to be a martial artist. He didn't know the difference between postnatal and postnatal. He had heard all kinds of things about postnatal martial artists. He didn't expect Duan Tongyun's innate true qi to be so powerful. It was almost equal to magic power. Although Feng Yimo used the Mixed Origin Arts to produce innate true qi, he couldn't release it.    

    

Feng Yimo unfolded the Heavenly Eye Pupil and looked at Duan Tongyun with the Celestial Strategy Book. He immediately knew that he was using the Astral Wind Fist. With the innate true qi as the source, it formed a strong wind and killed people from a distance.    

    

He wanted to test the power of the Astral Wind Fist, but he did not dodge. He used the Thunder Fist that he had just learned and punched at Duan Tongyun with the strength of half a dragon.    

    

Bang!    

    

The wind of the fist raged. The two fists collided, raising a gust of strong wind. Feng Yimo could not help but take two steps back, while Duan Tongyun did not move at all. The difference between them was obvious.    

    

However, the people in the stands still let out a cry of surprise. It was because Feng Yimo was the first person who would be able to fight a Xiantian warrior in the future without getting injured.    

    

Half dragon strength, over twenty thousand jin of strength, was actually ineffective against Duan Tongyun. It was shocking.    

    

But what was even more shocking was Duan Tongyun. His right fist felt numb and itchy. He was almost forced to take a step back.    

    

Duan Tongyun looked at Feng Yimo seriously. He felt that the young man in front of him was a Pre-Sky Realm warrior. He did not have any Upper Sky Qi. The punch just now might have been because of his innate divine strength. It could be counted as this man's all-out attack. Immediately, he smiled contemptuously. There was an insurmountable gap between Pre-Sky Realm and Pre-Sky Realm. No matter how heaven defying it was, it was impossible to defeat Pre-Sky Realm warriors!    

    

Feng Yimo saw Duan Tongyun's thoughts and shook his head. Did he really think that he would be invincible after arriving at the postnate realm? Alright, let's show him how powerful he is. It is still the Thunderbolt Fist. However, this time, his strength had increased to the strength of a dragon. He launched a light punch. It wasn't very fast, but it seemed as if he didn't have any strength.    

    

On the other hand, Duan Tongyun had a feeling that he was struggling. It was as if his entire body was enveloped by Feng Yimo's punch, as if he had fallen into a swamp. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked. The power of this punch seemed to be much greater than the previous one. He put away his contempt and growled. He exerted the Astral Wind Fist to its limit. The fist wind seemed to be corporeal. As the punch was launched, the astral wind danced wildly, and both of them took a step back.    

    

"Again!" Duan Tongyun was shocked and angry. He wasn't willing to be evenly matched with a Houtian warrior. With a sway of his body, his two fists transformed into countless fist shadows that attacked Feng Yimo's entire body.    

    

Feng Yimo wanted to observe the mental cultivation method of the Astral Wind Fist and the route it took to execute it. He was not in a hurry to defeat Duan Tongyun. Besides, if he defeated a Xiantian warrior right away, no one would dare to fight him anymore. He would not be able to deal with the three people of Pengjia City.    

    

Bang! Bang!    

    

The Thunderbolt Fist and the Astral Wind Fist collided violently, and Feng Yimo was forced back step by step. The fist wind around the two of them surged, stirring up a storm. However, when the storm reached the Nascent Infant judge's side, it was blocked by an invisible force, not even lifting the corner of his clothes.    

    

This judge was a Nascent Infant Late Period warrior, and deep in his heart, he was looking down on warriors. However, when he saw Feng Yimo and Duan Tongyun fighting intensely, his eyes lit up, and a hint of threat could be seen in his eyes.    

    

The two of them exchanged blows for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, attracting the attention of most people.    

    

"This must be the Liu Duansheng of Liuyu City. I didn't expect him to be on par with a Xiantian warrior. This is really rare!"    

    

"That's right. This is the first time I've seen a Houtian warrior's combat strength on par with a Xiantian warrior. Looking at Duan Tongyun's appearance, it seems like he can't do anything to that Liu Duansheng. " This is truly an eye-opener. "    

    

"En, Duan Tongyun is really a piece of trash. A dignified Xiantian warrior can't even take down a Houtian warrior for such a long time. How embarrassing!"    

    

Hearing the discussions of the audience below, Duan Tongyun's chest seemed to be burning with a fire. With a long roar, his momentum suddenly increased. The bronze sword on his shoulder let out a buzzing sound and shot out from the sheath, shooting towards Feng Yimo's chest with a swoosh.    

    

The sword light was like lightning and emitted a green light. It was as if it was controlled by an invisible hand. At first glance, it looked like a flying sword used by cultivators!    

    

Feng Yimo had been using the Heavenly Eye Pupil to observe Duan Tongyun. He immediately knew what he was thinking. With a flip of his wrist, the Blunt Slow Sword stood in front of him and blocked the green light that shot over.    

    

Ding!    

    

A clear and loud sound resounded across more than half of the arena. Some of the disciples with low cultivation could not help but cover their ears. Their blood boiled and they were secretly shocked.