Chapter 55

On the wide official road, a young man walked neither hurriedly nor slowly. This time, he moved much more slowly, taking the rare opportunity to calm his mind and appreciate the scenery of this world.

The young man was Ye Feng. After bidding farewell to Tutor Li, Ye Feng prepared to return to his family and use the先天丹 (Xiantian Pill) to help his father and mother advance to the Xiantian realm.

As it was still early, there were not many people on the official road. Ye Feng remained vigilant at all times because he always felt a faint presence following him. However, whenever he turned back, the presence would disappear.

Ye Feng sneered and quickened his pace. This time, he did not continue walking on the official road but headed into the dense forest. In a few flashes, his body vanished.

At the moment Ye Feng disappeared, another shadow shot into the dense forest, only to find that Ye Feng's figure had vanished.

"What a cunning kid, he actually ran away!" The dense forest was empty, with no sign of Ye Feng.

"Even if the monk runs away, the temple can't. Since you're heading back to your family, I'll just uproot you and destroy your family as well." A white figure landed in the dense forest, holding a fan and speaking with a cold tone.

On a giant tree, Ye Feng's shadow was hidden inside, watching the middle-aged man below. Originally, Ye Feng did not know the man's identity and planned to bypass him, but after hearing those words, his killing intent surged. The middle-aged man intended to destroy his family.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to leave, he sensed a cold killing intent enveloping him. His eyes narrowed as he looked toward a distant tree.

"Ha ha ha, I thought you had run away, but you're hiding here. Come out!"

The middle-aged man was a tutor from the Daluo Academy named Gong Yiming, who was ordered to kill Ye Feng. He had been waiting outside the Tianling Academy and followed Ye Feng when he left.

"Who are you, and why are you following me?" Ye Feng wanted to figure out the man's identity.

"Are you Ye Feng?" Gong Yiming asked with a puzzled tone. Ye Feng appeared to be at the Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage, but he sensed a vague threat from him, making him more cautious.

"Yes, I am Ye Feng. Why have you been following me?" Ye Feng's body emitted a continuous killing intent. He had heard the man's words clearly.

"Was it you who killed our Daluo Academy disciples in the Tianxiang Valley?" Gong Yiming's body emitted a naked killing intent, his face twisted with ferocity.

Ye Feng already knew the man's identity. He was a tutor from the Daluo Academy, and his purpose was simple: to kill him and avenge the Daluo Academy.

"Yes, it was me!" Ye Feng flicked his fingers, not denying it and not needing to.

"Very well, you're quite straightforward, admitting it so easily. I can promise to leave you a whole corpse!" A glint of light flashed in Gong Yiming's eyes. He closed his fan, which made a clanging sound, revealing that the fan's frame was made of fine steel.

"Such a domineering tone. I'll see how you can leave me a whole corpse!" Ye Feng sneered.

"What a sharp-tongued kid, still defiant at the brink of death. I'll kill you first, then destroy your family, making you pay a heavy price for everything you've done!" Gong Yiming's tone became even colder.

"Looking for death, threatening my family!" Ye Feng's parents were his Achilles' heel, and no one could desecrate them. Gong Yiming's repeated threats to destroy his family enraged him.

"What, angry? Don't worry, I'll torture you slowly, then torture your family."

Seeing Ye Feng's rage, a cruel smile appeared on Gong Yiming's lips. Ye Feng's anger gave him a sense of satisfaction, a psychological perversion.

"You must die today!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth, his body moving as he punched directly at Gong Yiming.

"Rumble!"

The space produced a series of explosive sounds, like countless fireworks being set off, emitting brilliant flames. Beams of true qi crisscrossed, forming a beautiful pattern, and fiercely pressed down on Gong Yiming.

"Five Horses Tearing Apart!"

Without holding back, Ye Feng used the power of seven flying dragons, aiming to kill him with one punch.

Gong Yiming was shocked. The mocking expression on his face disappeared as he saw the power Ye Feng unleashed, which made him feel a chill. Ye Feng was only at the Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage, yet his strength was so formidable.

Without time to think, his body moved, and his fan drew an arc, sweeping horizontally at Ye Feng's fist.

"Clang!"

Ye Feng's fist shot down, striking the fan's frame, producing a clanging sound that was very sharp. Ye Feng felt a strange energy attack him, a force that seemed to dissolve true qi, reducing his strength.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Gong Yiming's body was actually shot backward, knocked away by Ye Feng's punch.

Looking at his trembling arms, a look of shock flashed in Gong Yiming's eyes. His fan's frame contained pufferfish bones, which could dissolve true qi, neutralizing at least three-tenths of it. Yet, he was still pushed back, which was shocking.

Ye Feng's eyes focused on Gong Yiming's fan, finding it very peculiar. When his fist hit the fan, why did he feel his true qi rapidly dissipate?

Without hesitation, Ye Feng's body shot up again, delivering another punch with the power of seven flying dragons. Ye Feng didn't believe that his overwhelming strength couldn't kill him.

When strength surpasses everything, it can completely ignore the realm. Gong Yiming's true qi purity was only at the level of five flying dragons. If not for the fan neutralizing Ye Feng's true qi, the previous punch would have severely injured him.

"Kid, don't think that just because you have vast true qi, you can defeat me. Let me show you the power of a Xiantian martial technique!"

Unable to defeat Ye Feng in terms of strength, Gong Yiming used a Xiantian martial technique. His fan waved, and shadows filled the sky, blocking all of Ye Feng's paths. Xiantian martial techniques were indeed powerful.

"Hmph, so what if it's a Xiantian martial technique? Watch me break it!" Ye Feng shouted, his fist colliding with the shadows, producing cracking sounds.

The shadows gradually dissipated, shattered by Ye Feng's fists. His body charged forward, quickly reaching Gong Yiming's side, and he punched at his face, producing a rumbling sound.

"Die!" A cruel smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, his eyes filled with murderous intent, showing no mercy.

Gong Yiming was already shocked by Ye Feng's combat power. Initially, he didn't believe that a Later Heaven stage practitioner could challenge a Xiantian realm. Now, it was too late to regret. He could only use his fan to block, and the strange energy appeared again.

This time, Ye Feng was prepared. A hidden force erupted, passing through the fan and counterattacking Gong Yiming's arm, moving incredibly fast. Ye Feng's move was very subtle.

"Bad!"

Gong Yiming felt his palm go numb, and his right hand trembled, unable to hold the fan. Ye Feng's punch sent the fan flying, and his body was pushed back, retreating dozens of steps.

With a wave of his hand, the fan landed in Ye Feng's hand. Using true qi, the strange energy appeared again. Ye Feng was very curious and stored the fan in his storage ring, thinking it might be useful for exchanging resources in the future.

Seeing his weapon taken by Ye Feng, Gong Yiming was so angry that he spat blood, but he was helpless. He drew a long sword from his storage ring, using a fierce sword technique to stab at Ye Feng. Sword flowers bloomed in the air, showing that Gong Yiming's sword skills were not weak.

"Playing with weapons? I'll play with you!" Ye Feng's fighting became smoother, completely overwhelming Gong Yiming in terms of momentum and strength. He drew his weapon, a battle-axe, and sneered, swinging it down with great force.

It was Xue Tian's most powerful move, the Moon Repairing Slash. A golden aura shot from the axe, transforming into a true aura, resembling a half-moon halo, slicing down from the air!

"Roar!" Ye Feng shouted, his body sliding through the air for over ten steps, instantly closing the distance. The various martial techniques they used mercilessly destroyed the surrounding trees.

"Crack!"

A clear collision sound was heard, followed by the sound of weapons breaking. Two broken long swords fell to the ground. Gong Yiming's sword was severed by Ye Feng's axe, and the axe continued to descend, aiming to cut him in half.

Without time to think, Gong Yiming rolled on the ground, flipping backward to avoid Ye Feng's axe. The long axe mark cut into the ground, extending far away. Gong Yiming's face was very pale, and his expression was miserable.

"I'll see how many more moves you can take!" Ye Feng's body shot up again, delivering another axe strike at Gong Yiming. One axe after another, the force was violent, and the moves were ruthless. Although lacking a touch of gentleness, Ye Feng had pushed his strength to the limit.

There were no complex moves. Ye Feng's simple, unremarkable move generated such powerful energy that it seemed to cover every inch of space within a hundred meters.

The essence of martial techniques lies not in the complexity of the moves but in the speed of the attack, the force, and the angle of the lock. These are the most critical and essential aspects of martial techniques, which aim to defeat opponents and kill enemies, not to look flashy.

Ye Feng removed all the unnecessary elements, leaving only the most essential part. Under his relentless attack, Gong Yiming barely managed to dodge another move in a miserable posture.

Ye Feng was not in a hurry. Having a free Xiantian realm practitioner to practice with was a good opportunity. He could use this to train the Seven Slaying Techniques and refine the Divine Transformation Technique.

With the Divine Transformation Technique, Ye Feng felt his true qi would never run out. The speed at which the Divine Transformation Technique absorbed spiritual energy was terrifying, constantly drawing in spiritual energy and converting it into true qi stored in Ye Feng's dantian. Therefore, even after several moves, there was no sign of true qi depletion in Ye Feng.

Another axe strike, this time Ye Feng blocked all possible escape routes. Gong Yiming had nowhere to run. No matter how he tried to dodge, he would have to endure Ye Feng's attack. From a distance, one could see the fear in Gong Yiming's eyes. Just a short while ago, he had been high and mighty, but now, such a significant change had occurred.

"Rumble!"

The axe roared in the air, transforming into a fierce light. This time, it landed squarely on Gong Yiming.

"No!" A惨叫 (cry of pain) followed.

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