Chapter 137: Turning the Tide (Third Installment)

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With a flash of light, a figure descended to the ground and stood facing Ye Feng. It was the mysterious young man who had fought the Golden Scale Guards. Seeing that Yang Yi was about to die, he had decisively abandoned the tottering golden man and horse.

There was no need for arrogant declarations. The murderous aura radiating from Ye Feng had already made him extremely uncomfortable. What was more, that inexplicably immense pressure carried even the threat of death. The mysterious young man raised his power to its absolute peak and watched Ye Feng with utmost caution.

Faint streams of light flickered continuously across his body. The mysterious young man resembled a cheetah poised to pounce, waiting only for Ye Feng to make the first move. With his keen instincts, he would then be able to respond in the most appropriate manner.

Those outside the battlefield remained immersed in shock. The situation had reversed in the blink of an eye, completely beyond everyone’s expectations. They had personally witnessed Yang Yi being beaten into ruin, and that exhilarating sight was precisely what they had dreamed of after enduring such suffocating oppression all night.

What did it mean for an expert to cripple a Spirit Emperor cultivator with a casual wave of his hand?

It meant that the Heavenly Martial Empire’s side would sweep through the Holy Land.

A blurred afterimage remained where he had stood.

Ye Feng moved.

He understood his physical condition better than anyone. In this state, he could last no more than five or six minutes. Only by ending the battle swiftly and eliminating the man before him could he ensure victory for his side.

Ye Feng’s figure appeared like a ghost before the young man. He swung his right fist with tremendous force, smashing it forward.

The mysterious young man showed no trace of panic. Instead, dazzling divine light shone from his eyes, and an astonishing battle intent erupted from him. He likewise hurled out a heavy punch.

Seeing his imposing momentum, the spectators were horrified. This young expert, who appeared to be only in his twenties, was actually even more terrifying than Yang Yi.

Boom!

The two fists burst forth with terrifying radiance. At that moment, space seemed to warp, and the overlapping shadows of their fists became blurred. The gale generated by their attacks shook the heavens and earth, shattering the rubble and broken rafters across the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

Their fists collided with a clang like metal striking metal, and brilliant light exploded outward. Both men seemed to be cloaked in golden radiance, like two war gods locked in fierce combat.

The two quickly separated. The mysterious young man felt his arm go numb, while his internal organs churned violently. He forcibly swallowed the blood that had risen to his lips.

“You must be Ye Feng. With cultivation like this, it’s no wonder the Seventh Brother could do nothing to you.” The mysterious young man retreated repeatedly with exquisite footwork, dispersing the successive waves of force raging through his organs.

“Are you the leader of the Seven Sons of the Star Palace? Did you kill Qingwu, or did you capture her?”

At the young man’s words, Ye Feng slowly raised his head. The murderous aura that had just begun to subside surged forth once more with overwhelming force.

Secretly astonished by Ye Feng’s strength, Xing Lie slowly withdrew several steps before saying, “I neither killed her nor captured her. But by now, I’m afraid that little girl has already been dead for quite some time.”

His body moved like drifting clouds. The instant his words fell, Xing Lie lunged toward Ye Feng. He knew that once he said this, Ye Feng would become violent again. He had no intention of remaining passive. Ever since emerging into the world, he had always been overwhelmingly dominant in battle, always seizing the initiative. He could not allow himself to be suppressed by a native of the lower realm.

Xing Lie’s attack was ferocious beyond compare. He leaped dozens of yards into the air, then drove a fist carrying immense force toward Ye Feng’s chest.

A gray, hazy aura spread outward, its terrifying power seeking to punch through Ye Feng’s chest.

The gray mist resembled dust, but it was certainly no ordinary sand or drifting dirt. Perhaps no one else recognized those wisps of haze, but Ye Feng could identify them precisely.

They were chaotic mist.

It was the same force as the chaotic mist beyond the barrier of the Immortal Garden, terrifying to an extreme degree.

Yet now that his entire body was filled with power, Ye Feng also wanted to test the might of that mist. In the next instant, his strength erupted violently as he thrust both fists forward to meet Xing Lie’s punch.

Clang!

It was as though two divine weapons had collided. The piercing roar made everyone’s eardrums throb with blood, temporarily robbing them of their hearing. At the same time, the gray chaotic mist and the fierce golden aura shattered together, scattering through the void like a vast shower of radiant light.

The two moved as swiftly as lightning and retreated at the same time.

In the next instant, they both soared high into the air. Thunder seemed to explode overhead as the two exchanged forceful blows in midair.

A splendid storm of energy swept in every direction. After dozens of exchanges, Xing Lie staggered backward in obvious disarray. Ye Feng paid no attention to his own condition and leaped after him.

The Dragon-Seizing Hand struck out in rapid succession. Ye Feng had become completely frenzied, intent on using the final few minutes of his strength to kill this terrifying opponent.

Each punch was fiercer than the last, each palm stronger than the one before. Brilliant golden spiritual power thundered through the void, while earth-shaking waves of force rose and fell without pause.

Rumble!

In the distance, the city wall that had endured an entire night of torment finally collapsed. Countless green stones rained down and rolled toward the ground below.

Above the Duke’s Residence, energy continued to erupt. Brilliant rays of light enveloped the two men, surging and raging like enormous waves.

Everyone watching was utterly astonished. The strength of these two men had brought them one surprise after another. Most astonishing of all was that Ye Feng had single-handedly reversed the losing situation, indirectly saving the lives of everyone present.

Loud explosions continued to erupt. Ye Feng moved as swiftly as lightning, each punch carrying greater force than the last. In the end, Xing Lie could withstand no more. Thin trails of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

“How is this possible? I am the peerless genius the Star Palace has produced only once in a century! How could I lose to a native? This is impossible...”

Xing Lie roared madly, completely losing his composure as Ye Feng relentlessly battered him and drove him back hundreds of yards.

Step by step, Ye Feng pressed forward. His disheveled hair whipped in the wind, while the black cotton fibers covering his body fluttered around him, slightly diminishing his imposing appearance.

Ye Feng attacked with broad, powerful movements, giving Xing Lie no chance to evade. Every strike followed seamlessly upon the one before, forming an unbroken chain that left Xing Lie able only to block, never to dodge.

Swish, swish, swish!

Vast sheets of golden light appeared. Ye Feng unleashed more than thirty consecutive Dragon-Seizing Hands, engulfing Xing Lie completely.

Amid the spreading golden radiance, Xing Lie let out a furious roar. At last, he could no longer hold on. His body was struck again and again before being sent flying backward, scattering a vast rain of blood through the void.

At that moment, everyone’s expression changed. Different emotions appeared in their eyes, but Ye Feng’s overwhelming might had been etched deeply into their minds.

Bang!

Another Dragon-Seizing Hand struck out, sending Xing Lie flying once more. No one knew how many bones in his body had been shattered. His entire form was twisted into a shape so grotesque that it defied comprehension.

Ye Feng shot into the sky, intending to deliver the killing blow and destroy this terrifying enemy. But in the next instant, a profound weakness spread through his body, nearly causing him to fall from the void.

“Go...”

From the other side, three red-robed attendants flew rapidly toward them and caught Xing Lie, who had already lost consciousness.

Before anyone could react, the space beside them suddenly rippled in layers and swallowed all four figures.

“Don’t pursue them. They have a teleportation talisman!”

The exhausted voice of Ye Tianya came from behind.

Those were also the last words Ye Feng heard.

Darkness descended before his eyes, and Ye Feng finally lost consciousness.