? Chapter 889: Battle Intent
Evolution of Battle Intent
"Rumble!"
His aura was like a sudden clap of thunder that shook the heavens and earth. Yan Aotian stood there, his entire body flickering with lightning and exuding a vast pressure. His eyes were filled with lightning, making him look like a God of Thunder standing in the middle of the Thunder Region. He was so terrifying that no one dared to look at him directly. <
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In front of him, waves of aura surged towards the young man standing in the distance like a tsunami, as if it wanted to swallow him up and destroy him.
From afar, Fenghao could feel this suffocating aura. His heartbeat and his blood seemed to have frozen at this moment. His body was drenched in sweat and his face was deathly pale. Even his bones were somewhat deformed from the pressure. However, his pitch-black and deep eyes were still filled with a resolute expression, without the slightest bit of wavering.
"Ha!"
Feng Hao bit the tip of his tongue, and pain spread throughout his body. His stiff muscles relaxed, and the blood in his body started to flow again. Endless battle intent surged out, and the sharp aura could destroy everything.
"Die!"
In front of the monstrous tsunami, he did not retreat, but advanced instead. He snorted coldly, and an extremely sharp aura burst out from his body. Like a peerless divine sword, he charged towards the incoming tsunami.
"Whoosh, whoosh …"
The sharp divine sword directly pierced into the tide. He was like a stubborn rock in the torrent, standing there. The wind and clouds surged on both sides, as if doomsday had arrived. The monstrous pressure, however, could not move him even half a step.
This time, Yan Aotian was truly moved.
The young man in front of him was too heaven-defying. He could not describe his feelings at this moment.
Fifty percent of his aura had been resisted by a young man in the Wu Huang Realm, and a young man in the Initial Stage Wu Huang Realm.
He was sure that even a Sage would definitely kneel in front of him at this moment.
In other words, this young man had done something that even a Sage could not do.
"He has such talent. Is he really not afraid of anything?!"
Yan Aotian's eyes lit up, and he was tempted.
He had indeed cherished such a talented person.
Even among the core disciples of the Yan family, there weren't many who could do this. Especially when he was still able to resist under his pressure.
At this moment, he no longer believed that his daughter had taken a fancy to this youth because of the Bipolar Lightning Dragon.
The main reason was because of this young man himself. His fearless nature alone was enough to allow him to ascend to unprecedented heights.
He thought about how arrogant and domineering those geniuses in his clan were in front of outsiders, in front of those who were slightly less talented than them.
However, this was only because they were facing the weak.
Once the situation changed, if they were to face someone with greater talent than them and an irresistible force, their arrogance would disappear and their confidence would be instantly destroyed.
There was no doubt that the young man in front of them had done something they couldn't.
Talent.
He had only just obtained the Power of Lightning. The Yan family did not lack people like him.
Strength.
Yan Aotian could naturally tell that the young man in front of him was just someone who had just advanced to the Wu Huang realm. Moreover, he must have used the power in the lightning cocoon to break through.
Yan Aotian could no longer remain calm when he saw that the young man was confident that he could compete with him.
"If only he was a member of the Yan family …"
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, because this young man did not have the blood of the Yan family.
Suddenly, his eyes focused and he gradually increased the strength of his pressure.
He couldn't believe that he couldn't suppress a young man in the Wu Huang realm.
"Heh!"
Fenghao's expression was also somewhat malevolent. His face could not help but tremble as fighting intent soared from his entire body. However, the enormous force pushed him back continuously, leaving behind a deep mark on the ground. However, there was not the slightest bit of fear within his eyes. His gaze was extremely fierce, possessing the confidence to kill and destroy everything. Endless fighting intent was born from within his heart, endlessly gushing out, never to dry up.
"Feng Hao …"
Yan Qing stood behind him with a shield around her. Because Yan Aotian had deliberately targeted Feng Hao, she didn't suffer much of an impact. The overflowing pressure couldn't even destroy her shield. However, she was extremely worried about Feng Hao's situation. Tears glistened in her bright eyes, and she clenched her fists tightly.
The little black dragon was still hovering in the sky. Its lantern-like eyes were filled with coldness. It stared at Yan Aotian and the Third Elder, as if it wanted to remember them.
It had already developed spiritual intelligence, so it could already judge the current situation. It was obvious that if the two of them were to attack, Feng Hao wouldn't be able to escape.
Although the forbidden area of the Yan family was heavily guarded, and it was an independent space, it was still confident that it could survive.
It wanted revenge.
Beasts were extremely vengeful, just like the remains of the Phoenix God.
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"Hmph!"
Yan Aotian's face darkened as he watched the young man resist. With a thought, he increased the pressure to 70%. Suddenly, the sky and the earth trembled, and the ground in front of him collapsed. A vast, unparalleled pressure, which carried an aura that could destroy the heavens and the earth, pounced on Feng Hao.
At that moment, Feng Hao didn't feel the slightest bit of fear under the pressure. On the contrary, an indomitable emotion rose in his heart.
This emotion was fused with his firm belief.
Why did they want to crush him?
He wasn't convinced.
The Master of the Illusionary Martial Arts of every generation was a person who stood at the peak. Who dared to bully him?
Was he that easy to bully?
A wave of anger soared to the sky. The battle intent on Feng Hao's body suddenly appeared like Wu Yuan, and it was extremely sharp.
At that moment, his battle intent, which hadn't made much progress, had a breakthrough again. The battle intent that he possessed now was definitely comparable to godly power.
However, Feng Hao didn't feel it. He only knew that he was extremely angry, and he even forgot to use the Heavenly Fighting Art. Instead, he was using it on his own.
"Heavenly Destruction Kill!"
His battle intent soared. With a thought, a huge sword that was formed by pure battle intent appeared in Feng Hao's hand. He stood there like a god of war. Facing the surging aura, he didn't retreat. He raised the huge sword in his hand and slashed at it.
Swish!
The graceful sword slashed through the sky and the earth, cutting through the surging aura. A huge pit appeared in front of him, and it only stopped after spreading for more than 200 meters.
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