novelzi Chapter 211 The Path Above Martial King
Chapter 211 The Path Above Martial King
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Eyes blazing, sharp as a sword.
Ye Feng had never seen such an elder, who did not show any signs of old age; on the contrary, he exuded a vigor that suggested he could hold his ground against any foe, an invincible aura that seemed to say he was a one-man blockade that a myriad of enemies couldn’t breach.
"Who are you?"
White Brows gently slapped the back of the bird, and the Cloud Eagle soared into the sky.
"Ye Feng, the person who’s come to kill you."
Ye Feng looked up at the Cloud Eagle in the sky and said coldly.
"You’re not old, but you’re quite arrogant."
"It’s indeed the fearlessness of youth. Let this old man break your legs and see if you dare to spout such nonsense."
The battle was about to erupt.
As White Brows flung his sleeves, three pebbles lifted from the ground, turning into sharp arrows shooting towards Ye Feng’s heart, while he himself moved in a flash, his hands forming eagle claws as he attacked in the pose of a roc spreading its wings.
Kill!
Ye Feng kicked the pebbles to pieces, his body also plunging upwards, as he unleashed a continuous barrage of twelve palm strikes, each palm creating a hand seal, each more solid than the last.
Golden palm seals sliced through the sky, like howling grenades.
"Child’s play, Sky Eagle Strike!"
White Brows’ claws turned a dark golden color as he effortlessly shattered Ye Feng’s palm seals with his attack.
"Old thing!"
Ye Feng’s face showed ferocity as he lashed out with his fists like a violent storm.
Bang bang bang!
In midair, two figures clashed fiercely, exchanging blows with neither gaining the upper hand. Streams of golden fist seals and black claw marks flowed out from their sides every now and then, exploding violently whether they hit the mountains or the sea.
"So strong!"
"In a fight of this level, being hit even slightly by the residual effects would be fatal for us. Below a Martial King, all are ants. Is this the legendary Martial King?"
"Why are there such powerhouses in the world who can unleash the might of artillery shells with every move they make?"
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The battle atop Qian Yuan Mountain was more fantastical than television dramas for those unaccustomed to the world, while for those who practiced martial arts more deeply, apart from shock, there was only envy.
"Vast Cosmos Eight Forms."
The two figures split apart, and after dozens of exchanges, White Brows finally showed his age. His breathing became erratic.
Without waiting for breath regulation, White Brows performed the Void Step, unfolding a new set of moves that blurred his figure even more.
"Damn your grandfather!"
Ye Feng would not let the old man continue his display, propelling his body forward, he unleashed one golden fist seal after another, carelessly overwhelming the remnants of shadow.
Shriek!
A cry of an eagle resounded from the shadows as a giant white eagle soared into the sky. With a flap of its wings, countless white feathers transformed into feathered arrows, raining down upon him.
There were still moves like this?
Ye Feng swiftly dodged to the side, and as he escaped, feathers bombarded the spot he just vacated, leveling a meter off the top of the mountaintop in mere moments.
"You little brat, let’s see where you can run to."
The white eagle flew after Ye Feng’s retreating figure.
"Can that kid win?"
At this moment, aboard the Old Eastern King’s battleship, an old man in a Tang suit appeared at some point. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his presence as profound as the ocean.
"Hard to say."
"White Brows has grasped another level, albeit just superficially, but it’s much stronger than a high-level Martial King. However, Ye Feng’s Qi feels quite extraordinary to me."
The old man narrowed his eyes, a sharp light flitting across them.
"Another level, what kind of level?"
Old Eastern King asked, frowning.
"Divine Path!"
"Is that Ye Feng’s Divine Path?"
The Old Eastern King’s eyebrows relaxed.
"I don’t know, it probably isn’t. There’s something strange about that kid. That Qi Force of his is quite unusual, very special."
"Wait, what did you call him?"
The elder asked, turning his head in surprise.
Even Ye Feng’s feat of killing White Brows didn’t shock him as much as this did.
"It’s that guy from the Northern Border."
The Old Eastern King knew what was on the elder’s mind.
"How is that possible!"
"Half a year ago, he was just a Great Grandmaster stuck at a Half-Step Bottleneck, and now he is a bona fide High-Level Martial King."
The elder’s lips twitched, feeling as if his decades of cultivation had all gone to the dogs.
Monster!
Such talent could only be described with the word ’monster’—no other words would suffice.
The Old Eastern King said nothing, obviously stricken as well. The elder beside him would not lie to him—less than half a year to advance from breaking through as a Martial King to becoming a High-Level Martial King; was this something a human could accomplish?
Never mind High-Level, no one would believe it even for Middle Rank.
"Keep Ye Feng’s strength a secret."
After the shock, the elder spoke sternly to the Old Eastern King.
"I know what to do."
The Old Eastern King nodded.
"This won’t be able to be kept a secret for long. Tell him not to wander around when there’s nothing going on and hurry back to clean up his mess. I have a feeling that the world, as it is now, is starting to change."
"That young man is coming back; I’d better go. For the time being, don’t let him know about my existence."
Without waiting for the Old Eastern King’s agreement, the elder disappeared in the blink of an eye, coming without a trace and leaving without a shadow.
"Is Ge Lao’s Divine Path wind?"
The Old Eastern King blinked in surprise.
A gust of wind blew by, and just like that, the person was gone?
"Honey, you are amazing!"
When Ye Feng returned to the ship, Hong Qingyan immediately ran over to praise him,
Uh!
This sudden appellation caught Ye Feng a bit off guard, but his heart was elated. He embraced the beauty’s waist, smiling:
"Honey has even more amazing things up his sleeve."
A group of soldiers from the Eastern Border held back their snickers.
"Where’s the man?"
After the joke, Ye Feng turned his head to look at the Old Eastern King.
"He’s gone!"
"What are you staring at me for, do you expect me to invite him to dinner? Including those three sick men in the big camp, you guys will have your hands full making dumplings tonight."
The Old Eastern King grinned, immediately adopting a butcher-like demeanor, about that one, he couldn’t say.
He couldn’t say it to his death!
"Alright, I always felt his aura was a bit familiar."
"Are you suggesting that Xiao Chuanqi has awakened?"
Ye Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, he has awakened. I received the news right away, less than ten minutes after we set out to sea."
"You don’t need to look at me like that; I wanted to give you a surprise. Now, it’s a double celebration, which couldn’t be better."
As if fearing that Ye Feng might hit him, the Old Eastern King, with his protruding belly, quickly left the cabin.
"Set sail, let’s return to camp."
More and more ships were gathering around the warship, yet the Old Eastern King did not give these people a chance to ingratiate themselves.