In the end, Duanmu Boyi couldn't help but want to kill Feng Hao. An ant-like person actually wanted to use his name to make a name for himself.
Then don't blame me for bullying the weak.
"Everyone has to die, whether it's heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. You can die in my hands. You can smile in the underworld."
Duanmu Boyi said indifferently.
In his eyes, Feng Hao was no different from a dead man. He had met many arrogant young people in his life, but most of them died young.
Their spines were broken by him.
"Is that so?"
Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a smile. In his eyes, Duanmu Boyi was the real dead man. He could almost kill a mere Itinerant Immortal with a spit.
But Feng Hao had no intention of showing his full strength. After all, he was now Cheng Hao, a disciple of the Cheng family.
"Ridiculous!"
Duanmu Boyi flew into a rage. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Feng Hao's head with the Dragon-Catcher Hand.
The strength of an Itinerant Immortal was not to be underestimated. In the blink of an eye, a powerful aura surged out. The ancient clan cultivators couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
They had already expected the scene of Feng Hao being smashed into meat paste.
"Ah!"
However, the expected scene didn't happen. Instead, someone cried out in pain. WuTang Mountain's Spiritual Master Zhang, Mount Tai's Holy Mother in the Clouds, and Qingcheng Mountain's Venerable Tang narrowed their eyes.
It wasn't Feng Hao who cried out in pain, but Duanmu Boyi, the Itinerant Immortal, who was holding his right hand, his face twisted in pain.
His hand was still dripping with blood, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His expression was one of extreme shock and anger.
Duanmu Yang's five flying swords had been taken away again. He didn't expect Feng Hao to be so good that he could already hurt him, a dignified Itinerant Immortal.
According to normal logic, Fenghao should be at least at the Crossing Calamity Stage. Otherwise, the five flying swords would not be able to reach him at all. They would not even be able to cut through his protective Spiritual Qi shield.
But in fact, he was injured. Lin Yu's five flying swords not only cut through his protective spiritual energy barrier, but also almost pierced through his palm.
"…"
"What happened? Is Cheng Hao dead? "
"He's not dead. Just now, Duanmu Boyi seemed to have cried out in pain … Look, he's injured. A mighty Loose Immortal is actually injured."
Hua!
One by one, the ancient clan cultivators opened their eyes. With the exception of Cheng Cheng's team of three, the other ancient clan cultivators revealed looks of shock.
Those with weak mental fortitude couldn't believe what was happening in front of them at all.
Itinerant Immortals were almost the top cultivators in the Chinese Cultivation World, second only to the Great Ascension Stage powerhouses who were about to ascend.
However, a Mahayana Stage cultivator had never appeared in the entire Chinese ancient cultivation clan. Therefore, Itinerant Immortal experts like Duanmu Boyi had absolute authority in the cultivation world.
But even such a powerful Loose Immortal cultivator was injured.
To be injured by a youth in his early twenties, this was simply a fantasy story. Duanmu Boyi must have stabbed himself.
"How did you get hurt? How could you be so careless? You saw it too. I didn't do anything, but you fell! "
Feng Hao had a dumbfounded look on his face. As he spoke, he strolled toward Duanmu Boyi, whose face was flushed red.
Everyone held their breath and didn't close their eyes. They wanted to see what would happen next.
What none of the cultivators expected was that Feng Hao stretched out his hand to pull Duanmu Boyi up from the ground.
Duanmu Boyi's face turned the color of pig liver. He couldn't help but look at Feng Hao suspiciously. How could such a young guy have a cultivation level that surpassed his?
He must have been careless just now. Coupled with Lin Yu's experience in controlling flying swords, he was injured.
Duanmu Boyi stretched out his hand. Just as his hand was about to touch Feng Hao's palm, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Die!"
Duanmu Boyi steeled his heart and tried to use his powerful spiritual power to directly crush Feng Hao's heart.
However, the moment his hand came into contact with Fenghao's palm, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his palm.
"Argh!"
Duanmu Boyi let out another strange cry. His body twitched slightly, and then his palm was covered with scarlet blood.
In an instant, Duanmu Boyi's face was filled with monstrous anger. He looked at Feng Hao with a gaze that seemed as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.
Hiss!
The ancient race cultivators couldn't help but gasp. This couldn't be a coincidence, right?
They had seen with their own eyes that Duanmu Boyi touched Feng Hao's hand. Then, as if he had been struck by lightning, blood dripping from his palm.
"What are you doing? Is there a thorn in my hand? "
Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Boyi with a smile that wasn't a smile. With his cultivation level, there were too many ways to deal with Duanmu Boyi.
But he didn't intend to deal with Duanmu Boyi with the force of a thunderbolt. An appropriate amount of torture was also a good choice.
So Feng Hao stepped forward again, wanting to pull on Duanmu Boyi's injured hand. But Duanmu Boyi was shrewd. He knew that Feng Hao had hidden the five flying swords in his palm and would take advantage of his lack of vigilance to injure him.
Duanmu Boyi took a few steps back and looked at Feng Hao with fear. He said in a low voice, "My Duanmu family's flying swords are incomparably sharp, comparable to an immortal artifact. Return them to me, and I can leave your corpse intact …"
Feng Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes at Duanmu Boyi. "You already said that you will leave my corpse intact. Do you think I will return your flying swords? How about this, you kneel down and commit suicide, and I will leave your corpse intact? "
Whoosh!
In an instant, an uproar resounded through the banquet hall. Everyone looked at Feng Hao, dumbfounded.
"Enough! Go to hell for this Immortal Venerable! "
Duanmu Boyi flew into a rage out of humiliation. With a loud roar, the spiritual power in his body surged. With the help of the wisp of Immortal Qi that he had obtained after transcending the tribulation and becoming an Itinerant Immortal, he looked like an immortal.
The injuries on his hands healed, and the aura of an Itinerant Immortal was perfectly released at this moment. In an instant, countless glassware in the hall exploded. The glass shattered, and many of the geniuses with low cultivation spat out a mouthful of blood.
Their faces instantly turned pale.
"Old Duanmu, what are you doing?"
Whoosh!
Three Tribulation Stage powerhouses immediately stood up and propped up a spiritual energy shield to protect everyone in the hall.
If an Itinerant Immortal was not suppressed, the violent energy fluctuations alone would cause the entire Jin Mao Building to collapse. Even the Oriental Pearl Tower would collapse.
Feng Hao's expression was calm. No matter how Duanmu Boyi stared at him with wide eyes and a look of disbelief, he walked up to Duanmu Boyi without any resistance.
He pointed a finger.
Pop!
Duanmu Boyi's spiritual energy shield collapsed with a loud bang.
He was dumbfounded.
At this moment, the stagnation of the spiritual power allowed the hall to temporarily return to peace.
"How, how can this be?"
Duanmu Boyi's mind went blank. Where did this person come from? Why couldn't his Itinerant Immortal cultivation suppress him?
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