novelzi Chapter 166 The Power of This Kick
Chapter 166 The Power of This Kick
Ye Feng stepped forward, his pace not fast.
The news had already reached those above, and suddenly, one after another, disciples of the Heng Mountain Sword Sect rushed down the ancient path, standing on both sides.
Looking up from below, the winding ancient path with no end in sight was lined with disciples of the Heng Mountain Sword Sect, each wielding a longsword, creating an imposing scene.
However, no one made a move, as these were merely ordinary disciples, most of whom were at the Level of External Strength. They were there to maintain appearances for the Heng Mountain Sword Sect, aiming to showcase the imposing style and overwhelming strength of Southern Peak’s Heng Mountain.
Ye Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he continued to climb step by step, with Daoist Qingyu closely following behind, along with many guests from the current gathering of Chongyang Festival.
Soon on the ancient road, a stone pillar archway appeared, with two large characters engraved on the placard above the archway which read "Central Gate", flanked by eight individuals.
Eight middle-aged men dressed in tight-fitting clothes, each standing with arms crossed over swords, their postures as straight as the ancient pine trees beside them.
This must be the first challenge of the Martial Bow, the Eight Pine People Pass of the Central Gate!
Ye Feng walked straight up to them, glanced briefly at the eight men, and to him, these eight ordinary Grandmasters were no more than ants.
"Draw your swords!" Ye Feng suddenly said as he exhaled.
"You dare to challenge Heng Mountain, today you shall be stopped here, letting all in the Martial Arts World know that the prestige of our Southern Peak’s Heng Mountain is not to be provoked!"
Having finished their declaration, suddenly with a clang, they all drew their swords, the white blinding blades reflecting the sunlight, emitting a piercing brightness.
Ye Feng kept walking, proceeding upwards without stopping.
The eight men shouted in unison, their movements sharp and swift as sprouting pines, stabbing forward with the swiftness of thunder that leaves no time for ears to react.
Ye Feng continued to step forward, not even deeming it necessary to glance at the eight men.
The multitude of guests below couldn’t help but gasp in anticipation, but at that moment, there came a sudden loud bang. All eight Heng Mountain Swordsmen were sent flying backwards, their longswords slipping from their grasp, some even snapped into two pieces.
The crowd below instantly inhaled sharply, their faces revealing expressions of shock.
Seeing this, Ye Feng slightly furrowed his brows and said with a cold laugh, "It’s unexpected that an array formed by a group could wield such power. This level of Sword Qi should be comparable to an ordinary Martial King, right?"
Behind him, Daoist Qingyu sneered, "You actually have some insight. Since you’ve seen the extraordinariness of this Great Formation, it’s still not too late to descend the mountain now!"
But before he had finished speaking, Ye Feng moved, lifting his Big Foot, and then stomped fiercely onto the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a thunderous boom sounded, like an earthquake, the ground shook, and a finger-width crack appeared on the ground, splitting the square in two.
A terrible Qi Force, like a rampaging dragon, swept out, charging towards those Heng Mountain disciples.
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Then, the eighty-one disciples were blown away on the spot, the ordinary ones not to mention, but even the nine Huajin Grandmasters lay on the ground, each with blood seeping from their mouths.
With a single foot, he split the earth; his kick not only satisfyingly broke the opposing Great Formation but also shattered the hearts of the numerous guests below, each of them stood petrified, their faces as if struck by lightning.
At this point, even Daoist Qingyu stood frozen, his face betraying a look of shock. After a long while, he sighed deeply, "This...this level, Martial King, I did not expect that you... you have already become a Martial King!"
Dugu Ming, watching this, had a complex expression on his face, and it was hard to know what he was thinking at this moment.
Sima Zhantian, however, burst into hearty laughter, "What a lame Guardian Great Formation. In front of our lord, it’s nothing but a paper tiger. In my opinion, this so-called Heng Mountain Sword Sect is nothing special after all!"
Daoist Qingyu was so enraged that he ground his teeth and snorted coldly, "What if you are a Martial King? If you have the guts, continue to walk upward. Today, we will let you understand the might of Southern Peak Heng Mountain!"
Ye Feng couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him and directly began to walk up.
After a short while, he finally reached the summit, standing before a huge marble archway that was extremely imposing. The plaque bore the four characters for Southern Peak Heng Mountain!
Further up past the gate, laid a series of majestic palaces; this was the Heng Mountain Sword Sect!
And beneath the main gate, stood an elder in white garments, with white hair and beard, even the sword in his hand was white.
Ye Feng walked up to this point and finally halted his steps.