The Strongest Dan God Chapter 437

Countless swirls of air wrapped around the body of the thousand-year corpse ghost, creating a violent wind sound.

This was already the limit of what could be done with the sword seal's spirit energy that Ye Xueyi had activated.

"Break!"

Han Yue let out a cold laugh as she shouted out in a stern voice.

Then, the zombie moved forward and rushed to the center of the formation.

He roared loudly and ruthlessly hit the center of the formation with his palm. He forcibly pulled a wind disk in the middle of the formation and dragged it eight feet away.

A myriad of lights exploded in all directions.

The ghost that was protecting the heart of the formation was exhausted from the long battle. Coupled with his injuries from before, it was difficult for him to face it head on. He was directly sent flying by the power of this palm.

The corners of the formation had been broken, and the heart of the formation was now missing.

The huge black tornado formation could no longer withstand any of the brilliance. The cyclones that filled the sky seemed to have become sluggish at the same time.

"Pfft …" The bodies of the Demon Fox and Ye Xueyi relaxed. A mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths, and their faces turned deathly pale.

The huge force circulated around their bodies, almost injuring their internal organs.

Han Yue stood on Corpse Gui's shoulder, looking down at everyone.

The jade flute indicated the direction of the dead ghost.

Her gaze was cold as she swept her eyes over the crowd.

The man in front of him was lying on the floor, wounded …

After which, she shifted her gaze to Xie Chen, only to see him take two steps back and stick to the side of the cliff. Evidently, he had no intention of fighting with her.

Xie Chen had kept his strength to this day, not because he wanted to fight, but because he wanted to run for his life. After all, the difficulty of this competition between the true disciples was extremely high.

If he could escape back to the Celestial Sect of Wonders, he would have already emerged victorious.

"Weak thing …"

Han Yue snorted coldly. Her gaze skipped past Xie Chen and landed on Ye Feng.

"Where the black mist covered, a crack had just appeared before closing."

Ye Feng's body flickered. He could only guess from the golden light that he was greedily absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

"This... "The sound of bones breaking just now, including the smell of blood, what's going on? Could it be my hallucination?"

Han Yue's beautiful face was filled with surprise, but after a moment, she relaxed and smiled.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter what tricks you, Ye Feng, are playing. I'll kill your sister first, then I'll take the life of the woman next to you. At that time, let's see if you can hand over the antidote to Zhou Feng."

As the sound of his voice faded …

With an indifferent expression, she jumped down from the corpse ghost and slowly walked to stand in front of Ye Xue Yi.

The heavy footsteps landed on the ground, it was as if someone was stepping on it. It was so heavy that it suffocated people.

"Huff …" She tried to cover her heaving chest to escape, but she was severely injured just now. She could not stand up, so she could only use her hands to prop herself up and prostrate herself on the ground.

"Ridiculous, to be injured like this and still be able to run away in front of me, it's better to be honest and lie on the ground obediently and wait for death."

A cold light flashed in Han Yue's eyes. She flipped the jade flute in her hand, and a clear light shot out in all directions.

'Clang! 'a clear sound was heard.

The jade flute was aimed at Ye Xueyi's head and ruthlessly lashed at her neck.

Blood splattered in the air.

"Ah!" The girl's scream resounded in the Space.

"Sigh, I've already told them that we can't fight against enemies like this …"

A moment later, Xie Chen closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

"Wait, that scream just now didn't come from Ye Feng's sister …"

He quickly turned his head and opened his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes widened like a thunderbolt, and his entire body went numb.

Ye ZIfeng's five fingers entered from behind and stabbed fiercely into Han Yue's shoulder with a cold gaze.

"You …"

Before Hanyue could react, he had already dashed forward. Holding her down, he rushed to the rock wall ten feet away without stopping.

Golden light shone from his entire body as the blood all over his body congealed into a blood cocoon. Through the circulation of the spirit energy in his body, it slowly turned into a brand-new skin.

As for the Wind King Dagger in his hand, a golden thread extended from it, connecting it to the black mist.

Apparently, the process of him absorbing spiritual energy was still going on …

"Bastard."

Although Han Yue was caught off guard and suffered a surprise attack from Ye Feng, her throat was filled with sweetness and her reaction was extremely fast. The jade flute in her hand shot out from under her flute, chasing after Ye Feng's chest.

'Chi! 'a cracking sound was heard.

The white ball of air surrounding the jade flute suddenly exploded in front of Ye Feng's chest.

Ye Feng pursed his lips, and took the hit.

"Satisfying."

Ye Feng humphed and then laughed. "Great! I held it in for so long and was worried about not having a place to vent."

"What?!"

Han Yue's heart froze for a moment. Although she was anxious about the power of that attack, she didn't use any strength.

Even so, from her point of view, if Ye Feng was at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple Realm, he would at least be able to heavily injure his opponent, let alone die.

On the other side, Ye Feng's strength did not decrease at all. He held her all the way and nearly hit the rock wall.

At this critical moment, Han Yue's collarbone shrank and suddenly changed direction. Only then was he able to avoid colliding with the wall.

She was overjoyed. She wanted to shrink her bones again and slip out of Ye Feng's hands. However, Ye Feng's hands were like a pair of iron pincers. His nails were embedded into the cold moon's flesh, making it impossible for him to escape.

Furthermore, no matter how Han Yue jabbed at him with the jade flute, Ye Feng refused to let go, so she was unable to break free.

"What's going on? Impossible! Why does your cultivation realm seem to have increased all of a sudden?"

If Ye Feng's cultivation did not increase, he would not be able to control her like this if he was only at the 2nd level of the Martial Disciple realm.

Ye Feng sneered, but did not answer her.

"Don't think about these things. Come again. A scattered attack is useless to me. Only an attack like the one before is more or less the same. Moreover, if you don't quickly move away and use the jade flute, this corpse ghost won't listen to your commands, right?"

"I …" Han Yue glanced at the thousand-year corpse ghost, and the corner of her mouth twitched. It was obvious that Ye Feng had hit the mark.

This Corpse Ghost was powerful, but without this jade flute controlling it, it would be difficult for him to use it.

At that moment, Ye Feng's mind suddenly became cold. The expression between his brows gradually turned cold.

He turned around and saw a strong gust of wind rushing towards him.

"Ye Feng, remove your dirty hands from Lord Hanyue." In a fit of anger, Zhou Feng punched out with his iron fists at Ye Feng's face.

"Good timing."

Ye Feng laughed out loud. He raised his hand and the golden thread wrapped around the other person's arm, removing 30% of the other person's strength. After receiving the attack, he twisted his wrist, causing the other person's strength to be reduced by a lot.

"This... "How could this be …"

From Zhou Feng's point of view, he was a 3rd level Martial Disciple while Ye Feng was only a 2nd level Martial Disciple. By right, although his strength had decreased slightly due to the poison, Ye Feng should at most be on par with him.

Who would have thought that after a single exchange of blows, their full power attacks wouldn't even reach Ye Feng.

"What are you blanking out for, his fist was blocked by someone, is it really that hard to believe?" Ye Feng chuckled.

Immediately after, a ball of surging lightning energy exploded from his feet, directly imprinting itself on Zhou Feng's chest. He groaned, the pain on his face was so obvious that it looked like he was about to kneel on the ground.

"Ye Feng, could it be that you, with just this little bit of time, have already broken through to the third level of the Martial Disciple realm?" Han Yue looked at Ye Feng's sharp movements.

Just as Ye Feng was about to sneer, the corner of his mouth twitched. He did not answer, instead, he lifted up Zhou Feng with one hand, and then threw him far away, where he landed heavily on the ground.

"Hanyue, I told you not to think about this. Hurry up and fight me to your heart's content."

"You …"

Han Yue's face was ice-cold. With a calm face, she shouted in a low voice, "Fine, if you, Ye Feng, are so stubborn, I'll let you have your fill. Let's see how long you can last."

Her expression was ice-cold. A strand of cold light emerged from the jade flute, and a pale white fog wrapped around the jade flute. Her eyes turned cold as she continued her attack, and suddenly stabbed towards Ye Feng's chest.

Ye Feng took another hit from her. Although his face was pale, he still revealed a carefree smile.

"Again."

"What?" Han Yue's heart trembled.

Right now, although she felt that something was wrong, she couldn't use the jade flute without breaking free from Ye Feng's grasp. She also couldn't control the movements of the thousand year old corpse ghost.

Thus, she could only make a move …

"Fine. If you want to die, I'll send you off."

Anger emerged from Han Yue's eyes. Her slender eyes narrowed slightly as the light in her hands intensified. A silver radiance flashed as it enveloped Ye Feng's entire body.

'Bang! Bang! Bang! '

A string of blood blossomed in the air.

"Almost enough."

"What is enough?" Han Yue was stunned when she heard this.

The last trace of black gas flowed into Ye Feng's body through the golden line in his hand. It was eerie and horrifying.

Ye Feng's body stiffened as he lightly breathed in and out, feeling the warm current flowing through his entire body.

However, this time, the smile on his face was no longer faint. Instead, it was a sneer.

All sorts of cold and murderous auras accompanied by endless electric sparks were emitted from Ye Feng's body. A violent storm instantly engulfed the entire area.

"You … "I made a breakthrough."

Han Yue was startled as she looked at the storm.

Then, at the same time Ye Zifeng pressed his hand on her shoulder, a huge force burst out, as if there was a giant invisible hand holding onto the cold moon.

She took a closer look at the leaf tip, only to see that it was covered in scarlet light. Its starry eyes were shining brightly, and cold electricity shot in all directions. She was overwhelmed with shock in her heart.

"Could it be that this is no longer the third level of the Martial Disciple realm, but …"

Ye Feng sneered, "Fourth level of the Martial Disciple Realm." His invisible hand pressed on the cold moon as it flew forward, heavily slamming it into the wall.

"Bang!" A loud sound was heard.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust scattered in all directions …

Chapter end