Chapter 42

Amidst the fierce claw winds that swept across the sky, mixed with the raging true qi, a series of explosions echoed through the space. Fang Yu's speed was incredibly fast.

Facing the aggressive Fang Yu, Ye Feng leaped up, emitting a thunderous roar, and his claws transformed into a streak of light, fiercely grabbing toward Fang Yu.

Just now, Ye Feng had used his claws to kill five people, and Fang Yu seemed to be very wary of these sharp claws. His body shot forward, and with a wave of his hand, his claws pressed down, aiming for Ye Feng's chest, avoiding a direct confrontation with Ye Feng.

Fang Yu's speed was much faster than Zhu Zequn and the others, but compared to Ye Feng, there was still a gap. When they had competed in footspeed, Ye Feng had left him behind by the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

Seeing Fang Yu withdraw his move and change to a horizontal strike, Ye Feng sneered, having already calculated this. He retracted his nails and punched down at Fang Yu.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided in the air, sparking a burst of flames and sending waves of qi spreading out, crushing large rocks the size of washbasins into powder.

Both bodies flipped in the air and retreated four to five steps, engaging in a brief exchange.

Ye Feng's face was expressionless, a faint sneer on his lips as he looked at Fang Yu. In the previous strike, Ye Feng had completely taken the upper hand, the power of three flying dragons nearly crushing Fang Yu.

Fang Yu was secretly alarmed, unable to understand how Ye Feng's true qi could be so profound, reaching the power of three flying dragons, far exceeding his expectations. Originally, he thought Ye Feng could only reach the power of two flying dragons, but it seemed he had underestimated Ye Feng's strength.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn, emitting a fierce aura, clearly having taken many lives.

"If you can withstand my three strikes, I will turn and leave, and never trouble you again!" Fang Yu's tone was calm, exuding a sense of pride. In terms of sword skills, he was among the best in Dalu Academy, and he was very confident that he could kill Ye Feng within three strikes.

Feeling the surging sword qi, Ye Feng's expression turned serious. Swordsmanship was a sacred art, not something that could be replaced by brute force. While strength could shatter everything, it might not be able to break through the sharp sword qi.

A finely crafted axe appeared in his hand, glowing with a golden hue, the patterns on it shimmering, and a stream of qi seemed to be about to shoot out.

Before they engaged, their auras had reached their peak. Fang Yu's expression was grave, sensing a vague unease. Ye Feng's wild eyes made him shudder.

"Heavenly Thunder Strike!"

Fang Yu moved first, his sword technique like a heavenly thunder, rolling in, seemingly blocking out the sky and sun. The sword qi pierced through the heavens, reaching the ground, as if it could tear apart mountains and seas, shaking the nine heavens.

This was Fang Yu's famous technique, the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, consisting of three strikes, each more powerful than the last. It was rumored that he had used the three strikes of Heavenly Thunder to defeat a half-step Xiantian realm opponent, showcasing his formidable strength.

Without dodging, Ye Feng struck from the air, the power of the Xue Tian Axe at the Perfect Realm was enough to suppress all, causing the ground to tremble, cracks extending from under Ye Feng's feet. The mighty axe cut through the air's resistance, fiercely chopping down at the longsword.

"Repairing Moon Strike!"

What was just a surging sword momentum, in the moment the axe drained the surrounding air, Fang Yu's eyes widened in disbelief as the sword qi gradually dissipated. Before the giant axe, the sword qi seemed incredibly weak. Ye Feng's strength had reached a level where he could ignore everything.

"Clang!"

Ye Feng forcefully broke through the sword technique, smashing down on the longsword, ruthlessly dismantling the Heavenly Thunder Strike. In a nearly brutal manner, Ye Feng dismantled the opponent's sword technique.

The longsword recoiled, the sound of thunder growing louder, and the second strike rolled in.

"Heavenly Thunder Second Strike!"

The sword qi tore through the ground and air, emitting a rainbow of light, and Fang Yu roared, his footsteps leaving deep pits in the ground. Using the power of the longsword, Fang Yu struck again.

"Whoosh!"

A whirlwind swept around them, fist-sized rocks began to fly, circling with their bodies, and then being shattered by the ruthless sword qi.

Ye Feng stood like a statue, facing the onslaught of sword qi. Slowly lifting the axe, he poured the power of three flying dragons into the Xue Tian Axe, a golden aura forming a crescent shape.

"Repairing Earth Strike!"

The axe fell, and Ye Feng's body shot forward. The sword light in front of him split inch by inch. In the face of absolute power, everything was an illusion. Although Fang Yu's realm was much higher than Ye Feng's, his peak strength was only that of three flying dragons, far inferior to Ye Feng's power, which exceeded four flying dragons.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!"

The air exploded, like countless fireworks, and the sword qi was scattered, unable to stop Ye Feng's advance. With a steady pace, Ye Feng began to destroy everything.

Ye Feng's speed was like a meteor, instantly reaching Fang Yu, and he punched fiercely. Ye Feng's fighting style was extremely brutal, each punch and strike demonstrating the ultimate in power. Fang Yu did not dare to be careless; strength was not his forte, and he was hit by the wind of the punch.

"Rip, Rip!"

His clothes were torn to shreds, and he was secretly alarmed, realizing he had miscalculated, regretting not joining forces to kill Ye Feng earlier.

There was no time to adjust, and the third strike was already upon him, accompanied by the sound of thunder, the sword qi crisscrossing, forming an unparalleled sword array.

"Heavenly Thunder Returns!"

The third strike appeared, even more powerful than the previous two, firmly locking onto Ye Feng's body.

"Not much more!" Ye Feng sneered, having already withstood two strikes, he knew Fang Yu's limits.

"Let me show you my ultimate move!"

The axe struck down, devoid of any martial technique, simple and unadorned. This was the combination of the three moves of the Xue Tian Axe, a technique created by Ye Feng, formless and transcendent, reaching the peak of advanced martial techniques.

"Rumble!"

The space began to shake, drowning out the sound of thunder, and a fierce killing aura spread. A cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes; it was time to end this.

"Crack, Crack!"

The surrounding sword qi cracked, shattered by Ye Feng's axe imprint, and even the longsword began to show cracks, unable to withstand Ye Feng's furious strike.

The axe imprint fiercely struck the longsword, the intense explosion hurting Fang Yu's eardrums. He could not imagine how powerful Ye Feng was, his true qi even surpassing the peak of the ninth level of the Xiantian realm. This was not human; no human could possess such profound true qi.

"You are not human, you are a monster, a demon! How can you have such immense power!" Fang Yu's hair was torn by the true qi, looking like a madman, he roared at Ye Feng.

"Then you will taste the attack of a demon!"

Ye Feng did not bother to respond. Only he knew about his nine dantians, and no one else. With nine times the strength, and the ability to absorb various energies, Ye Feng had achieved supreme power, ending the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique in an extremely brutal manner.

"Crack!"

The longsword broke into countless pieces, flying away with the air currents.

"Step, Step, Step!" Fang Yu's body retreated, forced back by Ye Feng's overwhelming aura, and the raging true qi locked him in place.

"Die!"

Ye Feng roared, the axe falling again, and as the axe imprint landed above his head, Fang Yu's face turned ashen.

"My life is over!"

Fang Yu never imagined he would die in such a way.

"Crack!" Fang Yu's body split in two, torn apart by the axe, and he died in extreme resentment.

Putting away the axe, Ye Feng looked at the scattered bodies, showing no emotional波动. He began to clean up the battlefield; these were all elite disciples of Dalu Academy, and they should have valuable resources on them.

He found five storage rings and checked them. Fang Yu's storage ring contained ten thousand spirit stones and a large number of Qi Gathering Pills, as well as a large collection of spirit herbs from Tianxiang Valley, all of which were taken by Ye Feng.

After killing them, Ye Feng followed the map's markings and slowly made his way to Zifeng Mountain. He was not in a hurry; going too early would be useless, as the evil demons and beasts guarding Zifeng Mountain would not let them pass, and going too early would only result in being killed by the evil demons and beasts.

Only on the night of the full moon would these evil demons and beasts not appear, making it the best time to enter Zifeng Mountain to collect the Ziling Grass. Therefore, Ye Feng was not in a hurry and slowed his pace.

He trained and collected a large number of spirit herbs along the way. The spirit herbs in his storage ring increased, and he estimated that they could be exchanged for tens of thousands of spirit stones, enough for him to cultivate for a while.

Three days passed, and Ye Feng entered a plain. Crossing this plain, he would reach Qixia Valley. In this plain, Ye Feng finally encountered a formidable opponent.

"Bang!"

This was Ye Feng's second punch, and he was still forced back, feeling as if he had hit a piece of iron, his arm tingling.

"This Tyrant Dragon Beast's body is too strong; my punch couldn't even injure it, and instead, I was forced back."

Looking at the massive body in front of him, Ye Feng muttered to himself. In the plain, he had encountered a Tyrant Dragon Beast, a beast with a robust physique, its entire body covered in steel-like armor, making it impossible to break through its defenses.

After enduring two punches from the human, the Tyrant Dragon Beast's eyes showed a human-like expression, seemingly filled with disdain.

"Damn, I'm being disdained by a beast!"

This Tyrant Dragon Beast was at the peak of the ninth level, with deep cultivation, and could cross into the Xiantian realm at any time, thus leaving this place. It had already developed considerable intelligence.

The Tyrant Dragon Beast was about three zhang tall, walking upright, with a pair of tusks, resembling a hippopotamus but much stronger.

It also had a horn on its forehead, a powerful weapon. If hit, it would surely cause internal injuries and bleeding, and combined with its formidable physical strength and terrifying power, it was almost the dominant force among ninth-level beasts.

"Since you disdain me, I will use you to train my physical body!"

Ye Feng's eyes turned fierce, deciding to use the Tyrant Dragon Beast to train his physical body, thus enhancing his strength. With the large number of spirit herbs and fruits, and countless Qi Gathering Pills in his storage ring, he could quickly recover from injuries or exhaustion, making the Tyrant Dragon Beast an excellent sparring partner.

"Roar!"

The Tyrant Dragon Beast seemed to understand Ye Feng's words, roaring and punching down at him.