“Do you think you're so awesome just by posing?”
And so, one slash after another...
Before the few black-clothed men could even display their skills, they were effortlessly hacked down by Yi Feng, leaving only the leading man barely clinging to life on the ground.
This scene had already dumbfounded the nearby master and servant, their red lips wide open in utter astonishment.
Based on the aura they exuded, it was evident that these seven were all at the Martial Emperor realm.
Yet in the face of this youth, these seven Martial Emperors did not have the slightest capacity to fight back and were killed in just a few slashes.
Most critically, the two women still had not discerned this young man's actual cultivation level!
"You tried to rob me, so keep on trying, you trash!"
Yi Feng placed the cleaver against the leading man's neck and coldly shouted,
"I...I was wrong, spare me, I beg you spare me!"
"Wuu...I shouldn't have tried to rob your belongings."
Feeling the chilling glint of the cleaver, the leading man prostrated himself on the ground, voice filled with regret.
"Hmph."
"I thought you were quite capable, weren't you acting all cocky earlier?"
Yi Feng let out a cold snort, unable to help glancing contemptuously to the side.
However.
It was precisely this sudden glance and movement from Yi Feng that caused a fierce glint to flash through the leading man's eyes. He suddenly erupted from the ground.
At the same time he erupted upwards, vital energy surged wildly within his body, converging towards his right hand.
In an instant.
He condensed a pulsating ball of energy in his palm, brimming with rolling storms.
"Hahaha, you're still too naive!"
"You should have just killed me outright earlier. Since you didn't strike me down immediately, bear the brunt of my dying counterattack!"
Madness colored his voice as he revealed the appearance of one staking his all. He thrust the powerful attack in his hands straight towards Yi Feng's chest.
This strike, it connected!
"Is he...dead?"
Seeing this, the spectating master and servant's eyes widened in horror, gaze fixed intently on Yi Feng as apprehension filled their hearts.
Although they had been shocked by Yi Feng's earlier might, taking a point-blank strike without defense from a Martial Emperor still seemed to spell certain doom in their eyes.
The black-clothed man who attacked also held his breath as he watched Yi Feng, those eyes of his motionless like an eagle's.
"Dead?"
Similar misgivings ran through his mind.
The wind.
Howled past.
In this moment.
An eerie silence permeated the scene, even the sound of breathing fading away.
Suddenly.
A voice shattered the tranquil atmosphere.
"You touched me?"
The voice came from Yi Feng's mouth. At the same time, he rubbed his chest with his palm.
"Groping me while on your deathbed, what a resounding dying counterattack, low on damage but packing quite the humiliation huh!"
He swung his palm out in a loud slap, knocking the black-clothed man flat on the ground again, foot stomping on his chest.
This scene caused the master and servant duo whose hearts were in their throats to become stupefied.
Touch, touch you?
A full powered strike from a Martial Emperor actually described as touching you...
How could that not sound a beatdown begging to happen?
Beneath Yi Feng's feet, the black-clothed man was even more dumbstruck, bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Yi Feng.
To think he would emerge completely unharmed after tanking his strongest attack with no defense at all?
"Just who are you?"
Unresigned terror colored the black-clothed man's eyes as he squeezed out word for word.
"Who am I you ask?"
Yi Feng sneered coldly.
The man looked towards Yi Feng expectantly.
"I'm your granddaddy."
Yi Feng's cleaver descended swiftly and cleanly.
At this point.
The seven black-clothed men had all perished.
"Really, all sorts daringly block the road and rob people these days, do they actually think I'm vegetarian or something?"
Yi Feng grabbed the black-clothed men's clothes and complained while wiping his cleaver clean of blood before keeping it.
After putting away his cleaver, Yi Feng straightened out his pristine robes and turned his head with a faint smile towards the women.
"Esteemed ladies need not worry any longer."
He gently uttered.
At his words, the master and servant shuddered before hurriedly walking over, bowing deeply by Yi Feng's side as they reverently cried out, "Greetings senior!"
"Hey now, enough with this senior business, they were just some trash I took care of." Yi Feng quickly helped the two women up, dismissively stating.
The two women couldn't help twitching their lips.
Casually labeling Martial Emperors as trash, his words truly left them not knowing how to respond.
Yet they also couldn't refute it at all.
After all, it was true that he had casually disposed of seven Martial Emperors like chopping vegetables. To him, Martial Emperors probably truly were trash!
"On the contrary, it is I who should be thanking you two."
Yi Feng continued on to say. After all, while these lasses were cowardly, their good intentions to help him were still rather apparent.
"Senior is too kind, senior didn't even need our help to begin with. Rather, us two became senior's burden instead." The two women apprehensively replied.
"You're both far too modest."
Although the two women were completely right, Yi Feng didn't wish to dampen their admirable intentions of drawing their swords to aid injustice they saw. Hence he consoled jokingly, "The arrival of you two beauties could be said to have emboldened me, for only in the presence of such beauty could I erupt with such apocalyptic might!"
Yi Feng's joke caused the tense women to be unable to refrain from smiling coyly behind their hands.
They truly hadn't expected this eminent personage to actually be so humorous and easygoing!
Furthermore, looking at his refined and unruffled appearance, it was truly difficult to connect him with that terrifying figure from before who had casually reaped the souls of seven Martial Emperors with a turn of his hand!
After some more small talk, Yi Feng learned that the woman was named Ye Yi, while the girl by her side was her handmaiden Xiao Chun.
"Right, is there a city up ahead?" Yi Feng asked.
"Reporting to senior, there is an administration city about fifty kilometers ahead." Ye Yi respectfully replied.
"That's good to know there's a city."
Yi Feng smiled with a nod, also stating, "Lady Ye, no need to address me as senior or anything, just an ordinary commoner, there's no need to put on the formalities practitioners have."
"A common...commoner?"
Ye Yi's red lips parted, an incredulous expression on her face as she looked at Yi Feng.
"Why would I lie to you, do I look like someone with any cultivation arts?" Yi Feng spread his hands out with a laugh.
Ye Yi twitched her mouth.
Right.
A commoner.
On the surface that was indeed what he looked to be and she had initially believed him.
But after witnessing with her own eyes Yi Feng annihilating those seven Martial Emperors, she could only say that in her life, she had never seen such an unfathomable commoner before.
Thus, Ye Yi couldn't help but laugh, "Senior teases too much. If senior was truly an average human, how could you possibly deal with those seven so easily?"
"What's so hard about getting rid of them?"
Yi Feng chuckled as he spoke, "To begin with those guys were shoddy trash. It's not just cultivators who can achieve a one versus seven, ordinary commoners can too."
"Senior jests again. How could an average mortal possibly face all seven of them?" Ye Yi gave a faint smile, only reckoning internally that Yi Feng was messing with her.
Wait just a moment.
She seemed to have noticed something off right after she finished speaking.
Did Yi Feng just say earlier that even commoners could achieve a one versus seven?
Could he be implying...
Ye Yi suddenly recalled that when Yi Feng had killed those seven just now, not an iota of energy undulations were revealed from him. Nor did he utilize any mystic arts practitioners had. Even his movements were simply basic stances ordinary mortals used.
Gasp!
Once she thought back to this point, Ye Yi couldn't help inhaling sharply.
In other words.
The man standing before her eyes slew those seven Martial Emperors purely by mortal methods?
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
