Chapter 165: The Manifestation of Dragon Might

Tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night. Like a group of madmen beating up a child, the Heavenly King Alliance members scrambled to harvest the heads of the Holy Land experts.

Outside, many spectators, regardless of their status, relegated the Heavenly King Alliance to their absolute, untouchable blacklist after this night. No matter how high one's status was, could it surpass that of the Holy Land? No matter how strong one's cultivation was, could it surpass a Spirit Emperor?

"Ow..." In the void, Kong Kong let out a muffled groan, his body plummeting like a cannonball.

Of course, this time it was not an act. One had to know that the old man was a genuine Spirit Emperor expert; a few half-step Spirit Emperors could never defeat him.

"My consumption is about enough, it's my turn!" Ye Feng stood up, slowly rotating his neck and making his joints crackle like firecrackers.

"Old bastard, how dare you hurt my brother. Pay with your life!" With a fierce roar, his figure shot up into the void like a beam of light.

With Ye Feng's participation, the situation instantly became completely one-sided. Ye Feng's previous dawdling had been intended to let Jialuo and the others exchange blows with the Spirit Emperor and gain experience.

Otherwise, given the barbarian Ye's protective nature toward his own, even if he died in battle, he would never leave the danger to his brothers.

Naturally, these brothers who had shared life and death with him could not possibly be unaware of his intentions.

"The deterrence is over. Kill..." Ye Feng's aura transformed completely, shedding the playful demeanor from earlier. His spiritual energy raged like violent waves, and a golden ocean nearly submerged the entire area.

In the void, blade qi crisscrossed and fierce energies danced wildly. Ye Feng, Jialuo, Xiaoye, and the Killing Demon all had their long hair streaming in the wind, each going all out in an instant.

Roar...

Amidst the frantic dance of the broken blade, a divine dragon gleaming with brilliant golden light materialized, swinging its tail directly toward the old man of the Holy Land.

This was a shocking spectacle. Everyone knew that this place was the ruin of the ancient dragon race, but only very few knew that Ye Feng possessed the divine abilities of the dragon race.

Just as the divine dragon appeared, a resounding and clear dragon roar echoed from the depths of the distant East China Sea.

The pressure contained within that dragon roar caused the hearts of everyone present to palpitate to the extreme.

The next moment, the angry sea surged, and layer after layer of towering waves rolled in, the seawater nearly reaching the location of the ancient city.

Hum...

A sound like a great bronze bell chimed from the depths of the East China Sea. Immediately following this, the golden barrier surrounding the ancient dragon island slowly manifested.

Hum hum hum...

Continuous buzzing sounds echoed, and wave after wave of materialized shockwaves rushed forth. The terrifying pressure caused everyone to lose their footing, and every single person's heart thumped violently in time with the buzzing sound.

Puff...

Within just a few breaths, a younger spectator with weaker cultivation spat out a mouthful of blood, went completely limp, and collapsed straight to the ground.

"What is happening?"

In the distance, golden light permeated the universe. Some entity within the barrier seemed to be awakening, furiously impacting the golden light shield.

"Not good! Listen everyone, retreat at maximum speed!" Seeing the golden barrier rippling incessantly, Ye Feng's expression changed drastically.

Having experienced it firsthand, he knew the pressure within the dragon island better than anyone. If the barrier vanished, the pressure released by merely some of the corpses within would be enough to shock experts below the Spirit Emperor realm to death on the spot.

With a single slash, he forced back the old man of the Holy Land, then employed his Flood Dragon Movement technique to quickly descend to the ground with the others.

At this moment, the heart-stopping buzzing sound became even more frequent.

The massive golden light shield twisted continuously on its surface with each chime, as if it would shatter explosively at any second.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Piercing sounds of the wind rang out. Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, all the members of the Heavenly King Alliance acted immediately, sprinting wildly toward the distance.

"Hahaha... Heaven wants you dead! Kid, where are you running?" Seeing that everyone from his side, save for himself, had perished, the old man of the Holy Land widened his eyes in fury.

Whoosh...

Amidst wave after wave of tide-like pressure, the old man of the Holy Land laughed wildly, his figure hurtling down like lightning toward Ye Feng.

"Even if I die, this old man will drag you down with me to the grave!"

It had to be said that the deterrent force of a Spirit Emperor holding a mortal resolve was terrifying indeed. Seeing the old man charge over recklessly, Ye Feng cursed bitterly in his heart and had no choice but to turn back to meet the attack.

"Go, do not look back!" Seeing Jialuo and the others halt their steps, Ye Feng shouted loudly.

"Go to hell..." His Dragon-Catching Hand was overwhelmingly tyrannical, and he punched fiercely toward the old man with a brilliant golden fist.

"Haha... Kid, even if this old man dies today, you are destined not to escape this calamity!"

At this moment, the terrifying pressure was enough to alter even Ye Feng's expression. It felt as though he were stuck in a mire, making even soaring through the air somewhat difficult.

Bang...

In the distance, a spectator bled from all seven orifices and burst apart with a loud bang.

Hum hum hum...

The roaring sounds grew more frequent, and as the terrifying pressure bore down, even the Spirit Emperor expert spat out a mouthful of blood.

"That's not right... How could pressure that merely feels like a quagmire possess such terrifying force?" Ye Feng looked back at Jialuo and the others, whose faces were as pale as paper.

At this moment, even taking a single step forward was arduous to the extreme for them. Yet they did not give up; braving the pressure that threatened to tear their bodies apart, they inched closer to Ye Feng step by step.

"Go... The pressure doesn't affect me much!" Ye Feng roared, his eyes nearly spitting fire.

"Haha... Kid, die for me..." Amidst the all-encompassing pressure, Ye Feng and the old man simultaneously plummeted from the void.

Spitting out another mouthful of blood, the old man wore a crazed expression, pushing his spiritual energy to its absolute limit as he lunged at Ye Feng.

"No, he's going to self-destruct..." In the distance, the hair on Jialuo and the others stood on end. Their eyes wide with fury, they fought desperately to move toward Ye Feng.

Heaven-Blocking...

Ye Feng was naturally well aware of the old man's intentions. With a loud shout, the phantom of an ancient shield rapidly manifested around him, spinning continuously.

To Ye Feng's shock, with the appearance of the ancient shield, his movements suddenly became vastly more agile, and the crushing pressure's effect on him diminished significantly once again.

"Go..." Ignoring the old man desperately lunging at him, Ye Feng turned and ran toward Jialuo and the others.

This scene not only left Jialuo and the others gaping in astonishment, but it also nearly caused the eyes of the old man—whose body had swollen to twice its size from overloaded spiritual energy—to pop out of his head.

"Damn it, you can't play dirty like this..."

With a deafening explosion and a wild surge of spiritual energy filling the heavens, the old man's body dissolved into a misty cloud of blood amidst the violent blast.

Roar...

The divine dragon let out an angry roar, opening its mouth to swallow the spiritual energy that flooded the void.

"Come here!" With a thought in his mind, Ye Feng directed the spiritual energy-condensed divine dragon to fly toward him.

Having absorbed spiritual qi for such a long time, the dozens-of-meters-long body of the divine dragon now bore clearly visible golden scales, each the size of a washbasin.

"Let's go..." Ye Feng leaped onto the body of the divine dragon, rapidly arriving before Jialuo and the others.