With just one sentence, Ye Ziling's heart was beating like a drum. She subconsciously quickened her pace by half a beat.
Turning around a dark green bamboo forest, Ye Ziling finally saw the final goal of this decisive battle.
In an open space with a radius of 300 feet, Tang Zhen stood in the middle of the field with his hands behind his back. His figure was extremely majestic. When Ye Ziling approached him, he suddenly let out a long laugh.
"Three years ago, I met Miss Ye once. At that time, I felt that in the entire Pugilistic World, those who could surpass Miss Ye in terms of talent were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Now that I've seen you, it's indeed true. Hello, Miss Ye. "
Tang Zhen nodded slightly in Ye Ziling's direction as a greeting.
With just one sentence, he had isolated Ye Ziling from the twelve seeded masters. Although the others did not say much on the surface, the twelve seeded masters were all geniuses. It was not surprising that there would be some estrangement in their hearts. The Devil Lord's methods were indeed extraordinary!
Ye Ziling nodded slightly at Tang Zhen as a return of the greeting. However, her face was shy, and her ears were red. In the end, she gritted her teeth and did not speak again.
It was this towering man in front of her that made Ye Ziling love and hate him at the same time. She could not extricate herself from him.
She loved him because of his amazing talent; she hated him because of their positions and their destiny to fight to the death!
Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. With just a small movement, the boundless pressure had already swept across the bamboo forest. The air seemed to solidify, making it hard for people to breathe.
At this time, there were already ten people around Tang Zhen other than Ye Ziling. They were the young talents who had risen like comets in the pugilistic world in recent years. Any one of the twelve seeded masters was enough to be ranked on the Pugilistic World's Heaven List.
But at this time, they were facing a formidable enemy. Cold sweat had already soaked every inch of their clothes.
There was no other reason than that they were facing Tang Zhen!
The Devil Lord Tang Zhen who had dominated the pugilistic world for three hundred years and had achieved great success!
Seventy years ago, Tang Zhen was three hundred and sixty years old. He had achieved great success in his martial arts and single-handedly suppressed the world's orthodox pugilistic world. The world's fifteen orthodox sects suffered heavy losses, and three of them completely disappeared from the pugilistic world. Fifty years ago, he was invincible in the world. Tang Zhen had completely seen through the illusions of the human world and retired from Jianghu. He never fought again. Otherwise, how could he have given the orthodox martial arts world such a precious chance to breathe?
At this moment, this mythical figure was standing in front of them.
The peerless Demon Monarch raised his head to look at the sky that was already covered by dark clouds, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Fifty years ago, this Tang was invincible in the world, giving you a chance to breathe. But you've disappointed me. How laughable, how laughable. "
An astonishing killing intent emerged!
Ye Ziling felt it and shouted anxiously, "Tang Zhen! Can you let them go? "
A cold light flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes and he said coldly, "Miss Ye, I'm really sorry. I suddenly want to kill a few people to let them know that although I, Tang Zhen, haven't fought in the past fifty years, it doesn't mean that I've forgotten how to kill."
Ye Ziling's heart trembled. She knew that the actions of the others that they shouldn't have done had angered this peerless Demon Monarch who had always been open and aboveboard.
Tang Zhen sighed helplessly again and lifted his foot to step lightly on the ground.
A sound like muffled thunder sounded from the ground, as if heaven and man were interacting. A lightning bolt as thick as a bucket struck down from the sky!
Twenty feet away from Tang Zhen, the ground suddenly exploded, and a figure flew straight out, shooting in the opposite direction of Tang Zhen. The figure made a few strange and abrupt turns in the air, and it seemed that he had reached the realm of flying by borrowing force in the air.
Tang Zhen snorted coldly. He rolled up a few slender bamboo leaves with one hand, and with a thought, he shot it straight at the figure.
Although it was only a few bamboo leaves, they produced a sound that made people's scalps go numb! Just by looking at the speed, one could tell that the power of these bamboo leaves was no less than that of a Spirit-level mechanical spring crossbow!
With a muffled groan, the figure fell to the ground like a weight, and there was no more sound.
No one present could have imagined that the Demon Monarch Tang Zhen had reached the terrifying level where he could kill a master of the Divine Power realm with just a flick of a leaf!
Tang Zhen sneered as if what he had done was a trivial matter. "When This Tang stepped into this bamboo forest, I already knew that there was such a person buried underground. I didn't expect that This Tang had given him countless opportunities, but he didn't cherish them. Now that I've sent him on his way, you can't blame This Tang! "
Everyone present felt their scalps tingle.
The person who was already dead was the sneak attack plan that had been discussed ten days ago. Three days ago, he had been buried in the ground like a clay figurine. His body had reached the stage of embryonic breathing, but he still couldn't hide it from Tang Zhen!
After killing the enemy with one move, Tang Zhen slowly took two steps forward. In the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be a distortion of time and space. It looked extremely slow, but from their spiritual senses, they felt that the whole movement was definitely not slower than a full blow from them. What was even more terrifying was that when Tang Zhen took two steps, they couldn't even grasp where Tang Zhen really landed.
It looked extremely slow, but it felt like he was already in front of them with just one step; it felt like he had moved such a large distance, but it looked like Tang Zhen was still in the same place.
The opposition between time and space caused everyone present to feel suffocated. They wanted nothing more than to spit out a mouthful of blood to alleviate that uncomfortable feeling.
At that moment, the remaining eleven elite seeds of the orthodox world of martial artists had spent a lot of manpower and resources on them, but they still could not deliver a single attack. In fact, they did not even have the strength to speak.
The pressure in the air suddenly increased. Tang Zhen put his hands behind his back and said softly, "This Tang recently heard that the pinnacle of the world is none other than Ye Ziling's sword, Fan Xiuxuan's knife, Ren Chenghan's feet, and Wang Mingxin's spear. But seeing them today, they are nothing special. Since you're already here, I wonder if you'll come one by one or all at once? No matter what, this Tang will accept. "
After he said that, Tang Zhen's cold gaze swept across the crowd. The few people who had claimed to be the strongest of the younger generation in the Jianghu felt their palms turn cold. None of them dared to step forward and accept the challenge.
Only Ye Ziling gritted her teeth. A determined look flashed in her eyes as she walked forward.
Tang Zhen looked at the beauty standing quietly in front of him. A gentle breeze blew, causing her clothes and hair to flutter. She looked like an immortal. He thought of the first time he met her and felt a sense of loss.
Three years ago.
At that time, Miss Ye Ziling, who was in front of him, was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was not afraid when she saw him, the famous Demon Lord of the Jianghu. Instead, she said, "You're Tang Zhen. One day, I will kill you with my own hands!"
Tang Zhen smiled and looked at the fairy-like Ye Ziling in front of him. He asked softly, "Miss Ye, This Tang has two questions. I wonder if Miss Ye is willing to answer them?"
Ye Ziling blinked her pure eyes and said doubtfully, "Go ahead."
Tang Zhen asked, "If This Tang is not wrong, Miss Ye should be the last disciple of Yan Liuwei of the Condensing Smoke Pavilion. The highest realm of her Condensing Smoke Sutra, the ninth level, requires her to enter the world and completely cut off all worldly desires. Only then can she achieve great success. I wonder how far away Miss Ye is from this realm? "
Ye Ziling replied, "I'm still one level away. This lady has not entered the world yet."
Tang Zhen continued to ask, "If you are given three years, can you really step into the realm of severing your emotions and complete your cultivation?"
There was a flash of confidence in Ye Ziling's eyes. She said proudly, "Master said that I only need two years to achieve great success. My Master will not lie to me." When Ye Ziling finished speaking, a breeze blew past and her clothes fluttered. Together with Tang Zhen, who was standing in front of her, they looked like two immortals from a painting.
Tang Zhen said with a smile, "Your Master really didn't lie to you. Even with this Tang's knowledge and experience, this girl's talent is amazing. However, this Tang is very curious. When you have reached the realm of severing your emotions, what do the struggles and grudges of this world have to do with you? Why must you kill This Tang then? "
Ye Ziling was rendered speechless by his question.
Ye Ziling stomped her feet angrily and left angrily. However, in her heart, the shadow of the Demon Lord, Tang Zhen, was already left and could not be erased.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
Shaking his head, Tang Zhen said, "Although Miss Ye has achieved great success in the Smoke Condensation Technique, you have not taken the final step of severing your emotions. Now that you have the intention to die, I'm afraid you can't even use 60% of your usual power. How can This Tang be willing to take advantage of you? There's no need for this competition."
Sure enough, she could not hide it from him!
Ye Ziling's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was choked. "Don't I even have the chance to die in your hands?"
Tang Zhen smiled bitterly. "Miss Ye, it's not that I'm cruel. Since ancient times, good and evil have never coexisted. This Tang is not a ruthless person. Let's not talk about the matter between you and me. You must know that it's difficult. If you indulge in it, it will only be bad for your future cultivation."
Tang Zhen sighed softly and no longer looked at Ye Ziling's sad face. Tang Zhen took a step forward. Although it was only one step, he had already bypassed Ye Ziling, who was sitting in front of him, and grabbed a young man holding a knife with one hand.
This young talent with a knife was the one Tang Zhen mentioned just now, Fan Xiuxuan!
While he was still nervously waiting for Tang Zhen's reaction, a figure suddenly flashed and Tang Zhen was already within six feet of him.
A huge invisible force pressed down on his chest. Fan Xiuxuan did not even have time to react and had already missed the opportunity to escape.
Tang Zhen's black hair fluttered in the wind like flames. His eyes flashed and he was extremely shocked.
Seeing Tang Zhen's claw attack, Fan Xiuxuan used all his strength to retreat, hoping to avoid Tang Zhen's strongest frontal attack. Unexpectedly, there was another huge force behind him, as if there were two Tang Zhen attacking him from the front and back at the same time. The power of the Devil Lord's attack actually contained both the forward and backward forces. It was extremely shocking.
With just one grab, Fan Xiuxuan had already been thrown like a sandbag. He drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell to the ground far away.
He crushed the Spiritual Treasure Level long saber in his hand into a lump of iron and threw it on the ground. In a trance, Tang Zhen returned to his previous position, as if he had never moved from the beginning. The others present were dumbfounded, and their breathing involuntarily became heavy.
Only now did they realize how big the gap between them and the Devil Lord in front of them was.
Tang Zhen's eyes were lonely and he sighed. "Fan Xiuxuan's knife is nothing more than this, nothing more than this!"
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