Peerless Soul Emperor

Ghost Hand Zhou's hand speed is very fast, and every time he punches out, his strength is about 180 Duan, which is considered super among the same level.    

    

However, when Ye Feng got close to his body, he also quickly threw out punches with both hands. When outsiders looked over, they saw two afterimages colliding at a high speed. A dull sound was heard.    

    

What a fast speed!    

    

Keran felt the intense wind from the fist at a close distance, and her heart felt slightly cold. It seemed that letting him go that day was right. She might really not be a match for Ye Feng!    

    

Bang, bang, bang ~    

    

In just three seconds, the two of them had exchanged 300 punches. After exchanging blows, the two of them retreated!    

    

"I never thought that this Ye Feng, who appeared out of nowhere, could actually fight equally with Ghost Hand in terms of martial arts cultivation. This is too scary!"    

    

"Looks like this year's Profound Ranking competition, he is very likely to be the dark horse that came out of nowhere!"    

    

"I want to marry him, I must!" Countless fangirls cried out crazily. In this world, power represented everything!    

    

Up until now, no one dared to look down on Ye Feng, and no one would be stupid enough to think that he was just a newbie who had just entered the Profound Soul Stage!    

    

He was a devil, a monstrous genius! If the rules of the competition allowed one to kill, then there would be at least eight hundred martial artists who would die under his hands!    

    

Zhou Wenhao had his hands behind his back as he trembled slightly. He thought to himself, His hands are actually faster than mine! Furthermore, his strength was very strong!    

    

Ye Feng stared at him without blinking. The strength in his hand quietly dissipated in the air. After circulating his true qi for a full cycle, he felt a little better.    

    

"The next step should be to use absolute strength and speed to suppress his opponent, and then use a strange move to defeat him!" Keran and he simultaneously thought that the two of them actually looked at each other in tacit understanding.    

    

Unfortunately, Keran's face was ice cold and did not have any expression. Ye Feng did not see anything!    

    

After resting for ten seconds, he rushed forward again, but this time he took the initiative to attack!    

    

"Thirteen Styles of Wild Thunder, Palm Transformation!"    

    

Bang ~ The two of them exchanged blows. Zhou Wenhao retreated three meters!    

    

However, in his eyes, the terrifying figure charged forward once again!    

    

"First stance of the Li Palm!"    

    

Boom ~ A two-meter large palm print shot towards him from the air.    

    

"Good fellow, then come and take a look at my Earth-rank martial skill, Mount Tai Collapse!"    

    

Zhou Wenhao punched out. The sleeves on his arm were torn apart by the powerful fist wind, revealing his strong muscles!    

    

A huge fist shadow flew out and collided with the palm shadow.    

    

An energy fluctuation shot out, forcing the two of them back by three meters!    

    

Ye Feng had just retreated when he rushed forward again. His speed was even faster than the energy wave that was spreading out. He struck out with his palm once again!    

    

"Li Palm! The third move!"    

    

A palm that was bigger and fiercer than before, carrying a weak electric arc, pressed down on Zhou Wenhao's head.    

    

The latter quickly threw hundreds of punches with both hands. However, he was still no match for the third stance's 300 Duan Strength and was struck in the chest by the palm!    

    

After retreating more than ten meters, Zhou Wenhao felt the blood in his body churn. Just as he was about to use his blood energy to form a weapon to counterattack, Ye Feng's Dragon Corroding Sword had already landed on his neck.    

    

A cold feeling came!    

    

"You lost, Mr. Ghost Hand!" Ye Feng said faintly as he carried the Dragon Corroding Sword back to the center.    

    

Cold sweat flowed down Ghost Hand's forehead. If it was on the battlefield, he would probably have died under the sword.    

    

"Young Master Ye is really skillful, Ghost Hand Zhou admires you!" He stood up and cupped his fists in salute, then walked towards Keran.    

    

If he lost, his ranking would automatically drop by one.    

    

This scene was seen by the participating warriors, and they all listed Ye Feng as their number one enemy, and an extremely dangerous existence.    

    

"Here! Give me the money!" Ziyan smiled mischievously and elegantly stretched out her hand towards those important officials. With a hualala sound, the Soul Stone Card was thrown towards her.    

    

Just by betting, she earned more than a million Soul Stones!    

    

On the high platform of Fallen Cloud Sect, Elder Styx narrowed his eyes and said, "Little Qing, you go and investigate this Ye Feng's background. If possible, call him into the sect!"    

    

A female behind him was a little surprised, but she also immediately set out to investigate!    

    

The others all revealed surprised expressions. Recruiting disciples directly like this was very rare! This Ye Feng was very monstrous!    

    

Half a day later, two people came to challenge Ye Feng, but they were all defeated by him in three moves!    

    

With this, no one dared to provoke him anymore. Even some of the martial artists ranked ahead of him were somewhat worried that Ye Feng would challenge them!    

    

He was so bored that he passed by Ghost Hand Zhou, who was recovering, and arrived at Keran's martial arts field.    

    

"F * ck! He actually went to provoke the witch Keran, is he crazy?"    

    

"Just wait and see! The name of the witch is not just for show."    

    

"The cold-faced goddess must be killed within three meters!"    

    

Everyone had seen Ye Feng's every move. This scene was akin to seeking death in the eyes of everyone!    

    

"Miss Keran, do you still remember me?"    

    

"Get lost!" Keran had always kept people away from her and coldly said.    

    

Ye Feng frowned. If such a person had not suffered a severe injury in his heart, it was because of something major that happened to him when he was young.    

    

He walked to a distance of three meters from the girl and said, "Miss Ke, do you not plan to talk about your leg injury with me?"    

    

Keran was just about to attack when the other party's words suddenly hit her on the spot! How did he know that my leg was injured?    

    

The injury on her leg had been brought up since she was young and had never healed. This also limited her speed, or else she would be able to kill even faster!    

    

Although there was a slight fluctuation in her heart, her face was still like a bitter melon that had been ten thousand years old. She said coldly:    

    

"This doesn't prevent me from killing you. Moreover, I don't need a reason to kill people!"