The Clash of the Titans
However, Jing Wushou and the others had a different feeling. While they were still working hard to break through Wu Jun, Ye Fei was already able to challenge Tenth-Stage Wu Jun?
"Comparisons are odious!" Shi Feng sighed as he held the Azure Dragon Sacred Spear. However, he was soon kicked to the side by Jing Wushou and Long Gang.
"Get out of the way! Why are you sighing when you have a sacred tool? Don't affect our view of the battle!" Jing Wushou and Long Gang rushed to the edge of the defensive light barrier, ready to watch this peak battle.
The other Northern Region warriors were also chatting and laughing, as if they were not worried that Ye Fei would lose. This immediately made the elders of the Stellar Stockade sigh. "Sigh, not only is Young Master Ye crazy, but why is there no one from the Northern Region who is normal?"
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Amidst the discussions and the disbelieving gazes of the tens of thousands of enemies, Ye Fei quickly charged out of the Star Cluster Fortress and charged at Zheng Jing.
This gave Zheng Wei and Gou Yidao a fright. "Is Ye Fei out of his mind? He actually dared to take the initiative to court death?"
"That's not right. This Ye Fei has a combat power of a million. He's the same as those geniuses from Zhongzhou. He can challenge those with higher cultivation levels. Zheng Jing, you must be careful!" Zheng Wei reminded him loudly.
Hearing this reminder, Zheng Jing laughed disdainfully on the spot. "Haha, a trash martial artist from the Northern Region wants to compete with those geniuses from the Central Region? Ye Fei, I have to say that you are very arrogant. I will give you a chance. Kneel before me immediately and hand over the inheritance of Glory Sect. Perhaps I will only turn you into a cripple and not kill you! "
Ye Fei didn't get angry when he heard that. He just looked at Zheng Jing's white hair, shook his head, and sighed, "You've lived for so long, but you don't even know the basics of respecting your enemy. Ants may be small, but they can still move mountains! I might not be comparable to those geniuses of the Central State, but it's more than enough to deal with an old piece of trash like you! "
"Shut your mouth, you bastard! You're only at the third stage of Wu Jun, yet you dare to call me a trash! How dare you! I'll grind your bones to dust today!"
Zheng Jing flew into a rage upon hearing this. He had wanted to take advantage of his seniority in front of Ye Fei and intimidate Ye Fei with his tenth-stage Wu Jun cultivation. Who would have thought that he would be humiliated by Ye Fei instead?
He couldn't take it anymore.
In the sky, a huge golden dragon suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, it was not a real golden dragon, but an illusion formed by Zheng Jing's leg shadows.
"Kill the Unrivaled Golden Dragon!"
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The golden dragon danced wildly like a divine dragon swaying crazily. As Zheng Jing's footsteps landed, the void became like a balloon and became dented. It also confined all possible space for Ye Fei to dodge.
This kick made the elders of the Stellar Stockade turn pale. They could feel the power of Zheng Jing's kick even though they were standing on the ground.
If Ye Fei were to be hit by this kick, wouldn't he die immediately?
"Strange, why didn't Ye Fei dodge?"
Zhao Shinian looked at the sky worriedly. If Gou Yidao hadn't rushed up with his men, Zhao Shinian would have rushed out to help.
"Haha, dodge? Where are you going to dodge? Ye Fei, you may be a genius, but as long as you haven't grown up, you're still trash in my eyes!"
Zheng Jing's expression was cold. He was confident that this kick could seriously injure Ye Fei. After all, he was a tenth-stage Wu Jun with a combat power of two million.
But this didn't mean that a low-stage Wu Jun couldn't defeat a high-stage Wu Jun. But such a situation would only happen to the peerless geniuses of Zhongzhou. Zheng Jing didn't think that such a genius would emerge from a group of Northern Region martial artists who were being chased around.
"We'll only know who's the real trash after we fight!" Ye Fei looked at the descending golden dragon with a solemn expression, but he wasn't particularly afraid.
Dazzling golden light was released from Ye Fei's body. He activated the War Demon Golden Body and walked in the void like a war demon. He instantly broke free from the invisible suppressive force around him.
"Heaven-Sealing Sword!"
Ye Fei slowly drew his sword. His sword was very slow, but it was also very bright. It felt like the sun had parted the clouds. At first, it was inconspicuous, but soon, it would shine brightly.
Rumble!
The sound of the sword whistled, forming a wide sword vortex. It stirred up the wind and clouds and collided with the golden dragon. Zheng Jing's expression suddenly became very ugly. He felt that his kick didn't land on Ye Fei's sword light, but on a thick piece of cotton.
In the end, only 30% of his strength was used on Ye Fei. The remaining 70% was mercilessly weakened by the Heaven-Sealing Sword.
This was the most terrifying part of the Heaven-Sealing Sword. It was also the reason why Ye Fei dared to face a tenth-stage Wu Jun.
Roar!
The golden dragon roared. It was destroyed by Ye Fei's sword, revealing Zheng Jing's somewhat battered figure. He looked at Ye Fei in disbelief. "You're only a third-stage Wu Jun. How could you block the attack of a tenth-stage Wu Jun?"
"Eh, aren't you an old trash? How did you become a tenth-stage Wu Jun?" Ye Fei pretended to be surprised. Since this person didn't respect him, he didn't need to respect him.
Boom!
Since when did a third-stage Wu Jun dare to speak to a tenth-stage Wu Jun like this?
"What a sharp-tongued vile creature. Very good. You've finally thoroughly angered this old man. Today, no one can save your life!"
Kill!
Seventy percent of his strength, the Eighteen Golden Dragon Kicks!
Zheng Jing's True Yuan erupted, forming numerous golden dragons that were kicked out. There were a total of 18 golden dragons and 18 kick shadows that were incomparably violent as they kicked towards Ye Fei.
This time, he used 70% of his strength. With such strength, even an eighth-stage Wu Jun would be severely injured by Zheng Jing's kick. What's more, there were 18 of them.
"Tenth-stage Wu Jun is indeed frightening! But it's not impossible for me to defeat him! "
Feeling the exquisiteness of Zheng Jing's leg technique, Ye Fei's horizons were greatly broadened. The sword light in his hand didn't stop for a moment. The 12 primordial spirits in his body were frantically operating.
One after another, spiraling sword light formed a total of 36 terrifying sword storms that swept towards the 18 terrifying golden dragons.
In the blink of an eye, the sky full of golden dragons was infinitely weakened by Ye Fei's continuous sword light. Then, they exploded into scattered True Yuan Qi currents.
"If the quality is insufficient, then make up for it with quantity. Tenth-stage Wu Jun's attack is just so-so!" The sword light on Ye Fei's body was unceasing. Soon, a total of 72 sword vortexes were formed. They whistled around his body and prevented Zheng Jing from approaching.
Zheng Jing felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He could launch 18 kicks in one go because he was a tenth-stage Wu Jun. His primordial spirit was already extremely powerful.
But what was going on with this kid? He was only a third-stage Wu Jun. His primordial spirit should be very weak. How could he support the consumption of his primordial spirit by continuously using such a big move?
It had to be known that Ye Fei's swordsmanship was able to weaken the enemy's attack. With a single glance, one could tell that it was an extremely fierce finishing move. Such a finishing move should consume a lot of true essence, so how could Ye Fei release it so easily? It was as simple as eating or drinking!
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