Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

As for Han Chong, Third Prince and the other Heavenly Essence Country s, they all broke out in a cold sweat for Ye Feng.    

They had never seen Ye Feng being suppressed like this.    

"Tia Changkong is going to win. He is using the three moves of the Tia Family, and Ye Feng is already unable to withstand the second move alone. The power of the third move is even stronger than the first move, so how can Ye Feng withstand it? "    

"Well, his good fortune has come to an end. After all, he is only at the first stage of the Innate realm. Train him well, and maybe in the next round of Martial Competition of Four Countries ten years from now, Ye Feng will have the qualifications to shine. "    

Many Martial Cultivator began to talk about this.    

Only Prince Qi and Faang Tianlei who were both experts in the Martial Dao were able to see what Ye Feng did just now. He retreated and did not panic at all.    

Prince Qi shook his head, a strange light shining in his eyes.    

This Ye Feng, it could be said that he had basically won this round.    

"Brat, if you have the ability, take my final blade."    

Tia Changkong, whose expression was obviously weaker than usual, gritted his teeth as he spoke.    

Only he himself knew, that the first two slashes did not injure Ye Feng, but if he wanted to use the third slash of the King of Iron, what kind of price did he have to pay?    

However, he had no choice but to make his move. After being forced into such a situation, it would be impossible for him to make his third strike.    

As he spoke, he spat out several Blood Essence s and the Qi around his body suddenly reached its peak. The elemental energy in his body erupted as he raised the Black Frost Saber above his head, and as the saber light grew stronger, the elemental energy in his body surged towards the blade in his hand like a flood.    

Ye Feng could clearly feel the accumulated elemental energy, aura, and even blood aura within Tia Changkong's body, rapidly decreasing.    

This slash could be said to have squeezed out everything that belonged to Tia Changkong, and caused all of his essence, energy, and spirit to be fused into the Black Frost Saber.    

In just the time of a single breath, Tia Changkong's large figure had already shrunk by several inches. One meridian after another opened, and a green-black blood was flowing within, at this moment, his entire mind was already imbued with this blade.    

He was betting everything on this one strike to determine victory or defeat.    

"Die, Iron King's Ultimate Skill — — Slash the Universe …"    

Using the last bit of his strength, he let out a loud roar, causing the blade in Tia Changkong's hand to explode out, causing the entire stage to be enveloped by the blade, as though the stage would disappear with the blade.    

Even the referee by the side subconsciously jumped out of the arena, not daring to stay for another breath of time.    

"Roar!"    

With a loud dragon's roar, the saber light shot straight into the sky. The surrounding people were all shocked and their faces all changed.    

Below the stage, even Mo Qingfeng revealed a rare look of solemness.    

Everyone was guessing this question: If it was him, how would he deal with this blade?    

Very soon, these people realized that even if they tried to dodge or evade it, they wouldn't be able to block such an earth-shattering strike, much less block it.    

This was because, in the first stage of the Heaven Rank, there was probably no one whose movement technique could compare to the blade intent's intense shooting.    

"Ye Feng, must die!"    

"What a pity, under this blade, I'm afraid he won't even be left with a corpse."    

"It's too easy to kill him with a single slash. This prince had originally wanted to ruthlessly humiliate and torture him, and turn him into a stick."    

Tia Hualoong, Mo Yixiao, and Situ Ba all clenched their fists tightly. Their expressions were nervous as they stared at Ye Feng who was on the stage without blinking their eyes.    

Unfortunately, they could not see any fear in Ye Feng's face.    

Ye Feng didn't feel too much pressure either.    

After accumulating power for too long, its might might could destroy the heavens and the earth. However, if one lacked the intelligence they should have and could not cut down anyone, then everything would be for naught.    

Very powerful? We can refuse.    

It's not like he had to take this blow head-on.    

If it was anyone else, it would be difficult for them to avoid the onslaught of Tia Changkong's blade on the narrow stage.    

But Ye Feng was different. With the Heaven Rank and profound art, he could leave or leave, it was precisely because he was this confident.    

In the moment when blade intents surged out to cover the sky, Ye Feng took a step forward, and activated Ninth Heaven of Roc Body Movement, where he was, leaving behind only the afterimage of his doppelganger.    

His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see, so other than a few people with good eyesight, the spectators only saw Ye Feng standing blankly on the stage, as if he was barely able to retaliate.    

Sizzle …    

After a long sound, the Murderous Blade Intent directly slashed "Ye Feng" into countless pieces. It was light and relaxed, and as if the entire Ye Feng seemed to have disappeared, it directly dissipated.    

"Awesome!"    

The surroundings were in an uproar...    

"Unexpectedly …" Cut Ye Feng into powder? Not even a skeleton was left behind? "This slash …"    

"Could it be that it can absorb the other party's Blood Essence? Why didn't I even see the scene of blood gushing out? "    

"Although this blow is very powerful, it doesn't seem very logical."    

"..."    

Rumbling sounds came from below the stage, and Tia Changkong, who could no longer continue standing, closed his eyes to listen. Even though he was powerless, he still could not help but feel excited.    

This slash just now had greatly injured his vitality. It was almost impossible for him to continue fighting to obtain a placing in the Martial Competition of Four Countries.    

But it was over.    

Ye Feng had died, he had protected the face of his Tia Family, and also avenged his cousin Tia Hualoong. But the price to pay was similarly enormous. In order to activate the final blade, he would need to rest for at least half a year before being able to recover.    

Whether it was a profit or a loss, even he could not say for sure.    

Forget it, since things had already reached this point, he should return to the Iron palace to rest. He struggled to open his eyes, intending to call the Tia Family disciples to escort him back to the manor.    

But just at that moment, cries of surprise suddenly poured into his ears.    

Tia Changkong opened his eyes hastily, but what he saw made him unable to continue. With a thump, he knelt on one knee with the blade in his hand.    

Surprise, confusion, astonishment, fear …    

Endless negative emotions appeared in Tia Changkong's eyes, because he saw that Ye Feng, who should have been killed by him, was actually smiling, and standing in front of him unharmed.    

Not even a single strand of fur was cut.    

"You …" He spat out one of the few Blood Essence s.    

"On account of you kneeling down and begging for mercy, I'll let you die!" Ye Feng said indifferently, his voice was clear and loud.    

The surroundings were once again in an uproar …    

Tia Changkong knelt down and begged for mercy? Ah, Tia Family, can be considered to have fallen down.    

The thousands of years of prestige of the aristocratic families had all vanished.    

"I didn't …" Tia Changkong struggled to make sense of the situation, but Ye Feng cut him off, "However, you can avoid death, but it will be difficult to avoid death. I will cripple your cultivation, and take this as the price for offending me, Ye Feng."    

"Don't... Judge! I admit defeat. "    

Tia Changkong's eyes were wide open, his bloodless face turned as pale as snow.    

He never would have thought that Ye Feng would not let him off after he faced such a miserable situation …