2582: C2582 South China Sea Fishing

C2582 South China Sea Fishing

If a saint were to descend upon Dragon City, they would definitely be restricted. Madame Zhu wouldn't allow such a situation to occur. LEE Tian thought too highly of Yang Ping, who would actually use LEE Family Saints. One must know, there were very few Saints in the world, even those with strong LEE Family were only four or five.

He didn't think that a saint would be sent out for Yang Ping.

Yang Ping no longer hid his strength as he ran on the street with all his might. Once they were intercepted, they wouldn't be able to survive.

The pedestrians hurried, Yang Ping was like the wind.

But in the end, he was no match for a saint. In a narrow alley, just as he was about to rush out of the alley, a figure appeared in front of him. Just by looking at him, Yang Ping's entire body was ice-cold. He only felt that his body was as heavy as the sea and could not move at all.

What a terrifying pressure.

Is this the strength of a saint?

Yang Ping was like an ant looking up at a tree. Jiang Weimin, who was in the Subsaint realm, was not even worth mentioning when compared to the Saint in front of him.

Unable to move, Yang Ping looked at his opponent vigilantly.

"I'll only do it once."

The Saint did not attack immediately, but observed Liu Tie and nodded: "That's right, you have the battle strength of the Subsaint realm, you can be said to be the first person in a hundred years. This old man LEE Chenfeng is the captain of the Military God Guards.

Yang Ping's heart sank to the bottom.

The captain of Military God's guard was even stronger than an ordinary saint. They had once bathed in a sea of blood and slaughtered their way to the sage realm. This was the most terrifying aspect. Yang Ping had heard of LEE Chenfeng before. It was rumored that he was once a commander of the enemy forces before the founding of the country. According to his age, he was already over a hundred years old. He played chess with Military God and gambled with the three armies. In the end, he lost. He was willing to be Military God's security guard, and he had been doing it for over seventy years.

He had a high position in the army, and even the LEE Family Clan Master would have to call him Second Master, the strongest person under Military God.

Ye Zichen didn't expect him to lower himself and attack Yang Ping.

Yang Ping took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Elder Li, you are of high reputation, why must you participate in the struggles between the younger generation? And I'm also a soldier, Chinese soldiers are not allowed to kill each other, which goes against Military God's will. " He wanted to use rules to force LEE Chenfeng to leave, the gap between the two could only be made up by morality.

LEE Chenfeng laughed and said, "Since I made a move, I have already given up on morality. Morality is on my side, but nothing. You are gathering your strength right now, and I will not stop you, because I will use thirty percent of my power when I attack. Whether or not you can survive will depend on your luck. "

Yang Ping's expression changed slightly. The other person was indeed a saint. He was able to see through him with one glance. He was indeed gathering his strength and using the strongest move required time to accumulate. However, he was unsure in his heart, could he withstand 30% of the Saint's strength?

Time slowly passed.

Yang Ping no longer escaped, because he could not leave. He was stuck in LEE Chenfeng's domain, in a dilemma.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ping's gaze was firm as he thought, "Since I can't escape, why not fight!"

Seeing Yang Ping's mood was calm, LEE Chenfeng secretly praised him and showed an expression of appreciation. Such a talent, what a pity. If he was young, he wouldn't have acted for someone else.

How should he resist?

Wu Tie's brain continued to ponder, and he discovered that any Ancient Martial Arts, in the face of absolute power, was completely useless. Breaking through all laws. LEE Chenfeng had already walked the path of a saint and was not restricted by the Ancient Martial Arts.

Three minutes passed quickly.

LEE Chenfeng said: "The name of this move of mine is Zhi Yang, it can be considered a low-grade Ancient Martial Arts of the Empyrean level."

He raised his hand and a burning energy appeared on his palm. It was emitting a terrifying wave of energy. Yang Ping's expression was grave as he closed his eyes and felt the fluctuations in space.

… ….

Yang Medical Center.

LEE Tian looked up at the clear sky as he thought about the time. Three minutes quickly passed and Yang Ping was already doomed to die. All the things he had done did not make him think of killing Yang Ping, because he knew he could not succeed. Only the Saints would be able to kill Yang Ping.

But if the Saints could not come to the Dragon City, Madame Zhu would suppress them.

LEE Tian used Military God's token to make Madame Zhu tacitly agree to take three minutes. Therefore, what he needed to do was to lock onto Yang Ping's position and let LEE Chenfeng make his move. He had done it. What he needed to do now was to wait for news of Yang Ping's death.

Black Bull's clothes were messy, but he was unharmed. His body's strength surpassed Beverley's, so he wouldn't die that easily. For the first time, he looked at LEE Tian with fear in his eyes. The black yak thought that he had seen through LEE Tian, and he knew that LEE Tian would not let him down. However, LEE Tian had always been patient.

When the Saints made their move, the black yak felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, causing fear to appear in his heart.

Qing Kong's eyes sparkled as he looked at LEE Tian in fear. The price he had to pay to request the help of a saint was definitely extremely high. In front of a saint, his Spirit-controlling Arts was nothing.

LEE Tian did not pay much attention to the complicated feelings of Black Ox and Yamano Hekiten. All his attention was on LEE Chenfeng. Logically, there should not be any possibility of failure. In fact, the price he paid was far beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.

Military God could only use his token three times, so he had already used it.

The first time was to plant the seed of Wu Tie's strength in his body. The second time was to buy three minutes from Madame Zhu, and the second time was to get LEE Chenfeng to help.

All three of his chances were used on Yang Ping, so he had no regrets. Others might not know Yang Ping's potential, but he was clear that he had never met someone with Eighth Level Stage who possessed heaven-defying battle power.

Therefore, Yang Ping had to die.

"Captain Li, the mission is complete. Please sit and give your instructions."

Liu Kai came forward and saluted.

LEE Tian waved his hand and said, "Detain him. Sunn Wangyue is a felon and should not be handed over to the police. Others are under arrest for treason. "

Liu Kai felt a chill in his heart as he replied, "Yes."

Sunn Wangyue, Liu Sheng, and Zhu Di were all captured and escorted to the Dragon City military area. With Beginning Fighting Team, they couldn't escape even if they had wings, and no one would be able to explain it to them. Wu is betting everything on the eradication of Liu's influence.

"This time, you deserve to die."

LEE Tian couldn't help but look at the top of the Huahang Edifice, and revealed a strange smile.

… ….

Three minutes passed.

Yang Ping opened his eyes. Facing LEE Chenfeng's pressure, he became more impulsive. At this moment, he abandoned his body and entered a wonderful state. He was like a small boat amidst the raging waves, swaying about in the stormy sea.

LEE Chenfeng said, "It's time. I'm going to take action."

Yang Ping suddenly said, "I want to ask, who set the time of three minutes?"

LEE Chenfeng thought for a while and sighed, "Well, I'll tell you before I die. Three minutes was all Madame Zhu had allowed. "As long as I can kill you within three minutes, I won't have to face Madame Zhu's pressure."

Yang Ping smiled bitterly, revealing a deep sense of loss.

After all, he had saved Madame Zhu before, he didn't expect her to allow the Sage to stay in Dragon City for three minutes. That would be equivalent to giving up on him.

Yang Ping finally understood the old man's words. Don't place your hopes on others, sooner or later, you will suffer greatly.

He thought that with Madame Zhu here, there would be no saint.

He didn't want his nightmare to come true.

"Bring it on!"

Yang Ping laughed and said boldly, "At worst, I will be able to experience the moves of a saint. I will die with no regrets." He gave up on the idea of running away and fought with his life on the line. His spirit, energy, and divine all surged up to their peak state. He felt like he had never felt this tyrannical before.

Vaguely, Yang Ping touched the layer of membrane on the Ninth Level Stage.

That layer was extremely thick, as if the distance between heaven and earth was very great. One could clearly see it, but they could not touch it.

Yang Ping took a deep breath and held five silver needles between his fingers.

Buzz! Buzz!

The silver needle trembled and emitted a trembling sound. Following the unique frequency fluctuation, Yang Ping directly used the last move of the Five Elements Acupuncture, the Uniting of Five Elements.

The hot little sun condensed in his palm for three minutes. It was like a neutron star in the universe, incomparably heavy.

LEE Chenfeng made his move. With one hand, he used the blazing sun to smash towards Yang Ping.

Yang Ping bellowed, ignored death as he used the Five Elements Acupuncture to fight against LEE Chenfeng's extreme yang technique. Two energies of different levels collided. Yang Ping's vision turned black and his body was enveloped in a golden light.

The sky was spinning and the earth was spinning.

Yang Ping appeared in a golden world with burning black flames under his feet, interrogating his heart.

Ten suns appeared in the sky, as if going back to the ancient era. The high temperature burned the earth, Yang Ping was sweating all over, the water in his body was evaporating rapidly and his power was slowly disappearing. He couldn't muster up any strength, so he could only wait to die.

He understood that this was LEE Chenfeng's Saint Domain.

There was no escape.

"Am I going to die?"

Yang Ping used all of his strength, but he did not escape Zhi Yang's Saint Domain. He smiled wryly and thought to himself, The power of a saint cannot be resisted. I have overestimated myself.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Waiting for death.

Everything was dark.

He regretted that the phoenix had not returned, Junior Sister had not been found, as well as Zhu Xi and Ming Zhu. He still had a lot of things to do, but it was too late.

I can't accept this!

Yang Ping roared in his heart, continuously stimulating the potential in his body, and continuously colliding with the Saint Domain of the Yang.

But every attempt ended in failure.

Using the last bit of his strength, Yang Ping felt a burning pain under his feet and the black flames started to burn his soul. He was not far from death.

The black flames engulfed Yang Ping's body.

His consciousness became blurry before finally sinking into oblivion.

"Junior Sister …"

Images appeared in Yang Ping's mind one by one. Through the darkness, he saw her walking towards him with an expression of concern.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Junior Sister asked in concern as she came before him and held his face in her hands.

Yang Ping sighed and said, "Junior Sister, I'm going to die. It's a pity that I can't see you one last time. You won't blame me, will you? "

Junior Sister shook her head and smiled, "Of course I won't blame you, because you will always be my beloved senior brother."

"But I'm going to die."

He tried his best to struggle, but unfortunately, he could not escape his fate of reincarnation, and died under Zhi Yang's Saint Domain. He was ashamed to face so many people. He thought of the people he had killed before staring at him with cold resentment.

Everyone will die.

Yang Ping sighed.

He closed his eyes, filling the darkness of the world.

Outside.

LEE Chenfeng stared at Yang Ping. Feeling his body becoming smaller and smaller, he had already lost his life force and turned around to leave.

Even though he only used 30% of his power when he attacked, Yang Ping did not block it.

LEE Chenfeng felt regretful and prepared to leave.

The debt of gratitude was as heavy as a mountain, it was hard to refuse.

LEE Chenfeng killed Yang Ping, but he did not regret it. As a young man with great potential, the number of people who could grow to become a saint was very few.

He just felt bored.

Yang Ping stood quietly in the alley like a stone.

He had no signs of life. He was already dead.

When LEE Chenfeng appeared in Yang Medical Center, LEE Tian's face was filled with ecstasy as he shouted: "Second Elder, is he dead?"

Nodding, LEE Chenfeng looked at the strongest person in the fourth generation of the Military God Family with a complicated look in his eyes. Compared to Yang Ping, the gap between the two of them was too big. How could someone who only knew how to scheme and didn't dare to face others head on? How could he have Military God's bloodline? Sun, on the other hand, is more qualified to be a successor than Liu.

But there was no 'if'. Yang Ping was dead.

Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Bamboo Mountain.

Madame Zhu frowned and muttered, "It can't even last three minutes?"

LEE Chenfeng left the Dragon City and returned to the side of Military God.

LEE Tian was in a great mood as he passed down the order: "Those who are captured, will be judged tomorrow."

In the alley.

Yang Ping was like a statue, standing on the road as he stared dumbly in front of him, with both of his hands in a stroking position. His body and heart were frozen and he died.

Far away in the South Sea, on an island.

A wooden boat was sailing in the sea, close to the reef. An old man was fishing in the deep water. He raised his head to look at the sky, frowning. A trace of coldness flashed through his gentle gaze.

"Military God, you dare to touch laozi's disciple?"

"You're courting death!"

The old man put away his fishing rod, pulled a shark from the water, and threw it on the reef.

A beautiful girl was lighting a fire and cooking. Sharks were their lunch.

"Ming Zhu, I'm going out. You stay here."0

The old man casually said as he disembarked from the boat and put down his fishing rod.

Ming Zhu nodded and asked curiously, "Old Master, where are you going?"

"The capital," the old man replied flatly.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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