Ye Fei's Strength
Demonic Qi boiled.
Like the sea and the abyss.
Ye Fei activated the Devil Emperor Scripture and a dark golden luster appeared on his body. The Golden Body of the War Demon appeared and Ye Fei's defense immediately reached the limit of the Martial Master Realm.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Countless bloody palm prints slammed onto Ye Fei's body. Each palm print was enough to turn an ordinary sixth-grade Martial Master expert into meat paste. However, when they landed on Ye Fei's body, they had no effect at all.
Just think about it. Ye Fei could even use the Golden Body of the War Demon to resist the attack of Li Xiaotian, a Martial Ancestor expert. Furthermore, Crown Prince Zhao Ji was only a tenth-grade Martial Master. Unless he had an attack power that surpassed the Martial Ancestor Realm, he could forget about breaking Ye Fei's Golden Body of the War Demon!
"No, this can't be true. What kind of cultivation technique is trash like you cultivating? It can actually resist the Earth Rank Blood Demon Art! This crown prince doesn't believe it. This crown prince refuses to accept it! "
"Die, Blood Demon Hand!"
Seeing that the bloody palm prints were unable to harm Ye Fei, Zhao Ji was so jealous that he almost went crazy. Such a cultivation technique should belong to a high and mighty crown prince like him. How could a lowly servant disciple possess a cultivation technique stronger than his?
Unbearable!
The vicious Zhao Ji immediately activated the Blood Demon Art to its limit. The bloody mist that filled the sky also gathered in Zhao Ji's palm. In the end, it transformed into a bloody ghost-faced skeleton that grinned maliciously as it was struck out by Zhao Ji.
"It really is the Blood Demon Hand! Ye Fei, be careful … "Zhao Yu couldn't help but exclaim.
According to the records of the imperial family, once the Blood Demon Art was fully mastered, it could form the most terrifying Blood Demon Hand. However, it was extremely difficult to fully master the Blood Demon Art. Even Zhao Qianjun had only fully mastered the Blood Demon Art after reaching the Martial Ancestor Realm. Zhao Ji, on the other hand, had actually reached the Martial Master Realm.
Ye Fei had no choice but to admit that Zhao Ji's talent in cultivating Demonic Cultivation Methods was truly monstrous. If his luck was a bit better and he obtained the Sword King's inheritance, then Zhao Ji would very likely become the new Demonic Sword King!
"It's a pity that you met me! I don't care if you're the Crown Prince or an evil demon. Those who offend my friends and family will be punished no matter how far away they are! Devouring Sword Intent, shatter! "
Ye Fei strode forward. Finally, when he was ten steps away from Zhao Ji, he pulled out the Devourer Sword. A terrifying sword intent soared into the sky.
Then, a dazzling sword light, which carried Ye Fei's anger and killing intent, shattered the void and forcibly created a small black hole. The black hole then swallowed Zhao Ji's Blood Devil Hand.
"What?!"
Zhao Ji was almost scared out of his wits. Sword Intent, this was actually real Sword Intent! Compared to the sword intent, his Blood Devil Hand was as weak as paper and was instantly devoured.
Zhao Ji felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The Spirit-devouring Sword had pierced through his shoulder in an instant. A huge force came crashing down.
"Kneel down!"
Ye Fei did not kill Zhao Ji with a single strike. Instead, when he saw the old Manor Head locked in battle in the sky, a thought occurred to him, and he came up with a better idea.
Zhao Ji could not resist at all. When the Spirit-devouring Sword pierced through his shoulder, he could not help but kneel down.
By the time he reacted, the Crown Prince had been forced to kneel in front of Ye Fei. He was kneeling at the feet of the servant disciple that Zhao Ji despised the most.
Humiliation, a great humiliation!
When had the Crown Prince ever suffered such humiliation?!
The humiliation made Zhao Ji roar like a beast. "Argh! Lowly commoner, how dare you injure me and make me kneel to a lowly commoner like you!"
"So what if you kneel? Aren't you high and mighty? Now, I'll let you have a taste of being humiliated by the servant disciple that you despise the most!"
After saying that, Ye Fei slapped Zhao Ji hard across the face. Zhao Ji's blood and teeth flew out together. He sprawled on the ground. Before he could activate the Blood Demon Skill to resist … Ye Fei's foot had already stepped heavily on half of Zhao Ji's face.
Zhao Ji's face turned the color of a pig's liver. Then, it turned ashen. It was as if he could see countless people laughing and humiliating him from afar.
The intense anger and resentment made Zhao Ji spit out blood continuously. Ye Fei also stepped on Zhao Ji's face firmly, not giving him a chance to resist.
Then, Ye Fei looked up at the sky and shouted, "Old eunuch, I've already captured the Crown Prince. I don't want anything to happen to your master. From now on, you're not allowed to fight back in your battle with the Old Mansion Master!"
"What? The Crown Prince has been captured and is being stepped on? How dare you humiliate the Crown Prince like this? Kid, I think you're courting death!"
Eunuch Zhang almost vomited blood when he saw the Crown Prince's miserable state. He didn't understand. Was the Crown Prince a pig? A tenth-stage Martial Master had actually lost to a sixth-stage Martial Master. Moreover, he had lost in such a miserable state.
Of course, if Eunuch Zhang knew that Ye Fei had even killed a first-stage Martial Ancestor, he wouldn't think that the Crown Prince had lost so miserably. Instead, he would rejoice that Ye Fei hadn't killed the Crown Prince yet.
"Crown Prince, I'm coming to save you!"
Eunuch Zhang couldn't be bothered to continue arguing with the Old Mansion Master. After all, the Crown Prince was the Crown Prince. If anything happened to the Crown Prince, Eunuch Zhang couldn't bear the responsibility.
"Ah! Eunuch Zhang, save me! Kill this lowly commoner for me! I'll kill his entire family!" Zhao Ji was furious. His entire face was distorted by Ye Fei's stomp. This was the greatest humiliation he could never wash away in his life.
Ye Fei's eyes turned cold when he saw that Zhao Ji still didn't repent. He suddenly flicked the Devouring Spirit Sword that had pierced the Crown Prince's shoulder.
Kacha!
Zhao Ji's shoulder was broken by Ye Fei's sword. The Crown Prince's arm flew out along with it!
The intense pain caused Zhao Ji's entire body to twitch.
Ye Fei's viciousness shocked everyone present. Before Eunuch Zhang came down, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he was completely enraged.
"Brat, I'm going to tear you into pieces!"
A terrifying murderous aura enveloped the area. This was the fury of a half-step Martial Honorable. This fury was enough to raze Blackrock City to the ground.
The people of Blackrock City were shocked. Many of the weaker cultivators were already lying on the ground vomiting blood when they felt Eunuch Zhang's terrifying aura.
Ye Fei wasn't afraid at all. He gently flicked the Devouring Spirit Sword and stabbed it into Zhao Ji's other arm. He said viciously, "Old eunuch, I dare you to take a step closer! Mansion Master, why aren't you attacking? If this old eunuch dares to retaliate, I'll chop off the Crown Prince's arm! "
"Pu!"
When Zhao Ji heard Ye Fei's vicious and shameless threat, he was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood dyed the ground red.
Eunuch Zhang was so angry that his entire body trembled. He pointed at Ye Fei in the air. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"Daughter, I've taken revenge for you. Eunuch Zhang, die!" The Old Mansion Master's eyes shot out two terrifying beams of blood-red light.
After Ye Fei's reminder, the Old Mansion Master's eyes turned bloodshot. He charged at Eunuch Zhang like a madman.
"Ceng Fan, you old fool, how dare you hurt me?"
Eunuch Zhang subconsciously wanted to retaliate. Suddenly, Ye Fei's voice entered his ears, "Old eunuch, if you dare to retaliate, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"Kacha!"
Ye Fei raised his sword and chopped off Zhao Ji's other arm. Zhao Ji fainted from the pain. He howled bitterly and miserably, "Eunuch Zhang, don't retaliate. Save me, quickly save me!"
"Pu!"
Eunuch Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood into the air. This time, it wasn't from anger. Instead, the Old Mansion Master had taken advantage of his stupor to heavily injure him with a palm strike. Almost half of Eunuch Zhang's bones were shattered.
"Haha, this feels good! Eunuch Zhang, let's settle the grudge between us today! "The old Mansion Lord let out a long howl, his heart filled with indescribable joy.
He had never experienced such a satisfying battle. His old opponent didn't even dare to retaliate. As long as he kept attacking, he could beat his old opponent to death like a punching bag!
If he didn't strike now, when would he?
The Old Mansion Master immediately decided to kill the old eunuch!
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