1014: C1014 The So-called Trump Card

C1014 The So-called Trump Card

"Die!"

Without waiting for Yuan Zhen to stabilize himself, Gao Feng waved his Nine-vein Divine Sword and chopped down.

"Chi!"

The formless space was sliced open by the Sword Qi, producing a burst of ear-piercing sounds as it shattered. Then, the Nine-vein Divine Sword flew towards Yuan Zhen together with the flickering Power of Thunder.

Gao Feng's speed was unbelievably fast. Yuan Zhen originally wanted to dodge, but seeing that sword light that was even faster than lightning, he could only subconsciously wave his sword to block.

"Clang!"

When the Nine-vein Divine Sword cut Yuan Zhen's Giant Sword, it broke into pieces. Yuan Zhen borrowed Gao Feng's majestic strength to fly backwards, but he was still half a beat too slow. The Nine-vein Divine Sword cut through his protective qi barrier and left a deep bloody wound on his chest.

If Yuan Zhen's reaction was a little slower, he would have also been split into two by Gao Feng.

Seeing the bloody wound on his chest, Yuan Zhen's heart trembled. His face immediately revealed a terrified expression as he asked: "You fought for so long, why are you still so strong?"

"Who said I was fighting? I was just warming up." Gao Feng said arrogantly.

He had killed thousands of people, and there were even some Martial God Stage s that were just warming up. Just what kind of strength did this guy have? Could he actually defeat Martial Sovereign Stage?

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhen's heart sank. He was old. This era no longer belonged to him, but to this young man in front of him.

It was their era, but why did his strength suddenly soar all by himself? This was obviously not in accordance with the laws of nature, so why was this the case?

Yuan Zhen looked at Gao Feng. When he saw that the killing intent in Gao Feng's eyes did not decrease, his heart trembled again. He thought to himself that if he stayed here any longer, there would only be one result — death.

Although Yuan Zhen had lived for thousands of years, he still didn't want to die.

It was better to live than to die, and no one wanted to die. This did not seem to have anything to do with age.

Gao Feng saw Yuan Zhen's fear and retreated as if there was still some signs of escape. With a stern voice, he said, "You old bastard won't die. When you killed someone else, you should have thought that you would be killed by them. The current you can't beat me.

"I, I, I …" Yuan Zhen looked conflicted, he could not answer.

"Your fart stinks. I don't want to hear your fart at all. Die!"

Gao Feng roared, the Nine-vein Divine Sword shot towards Yuan Zhen like lightning.

"It's over, it's all over."

An air of death turned towards Yuan Zhen Xi, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, Yuan Zhen heard a crisp sound. He thought he was killed by the other party's explosion, but he opened his eyes and discovered that he did not die.

From that frail back, he knew that this was his Master's Master, Yuan Zhengzheng.

Without question, it was Yuan Zheng who saved him.

Gao Feng was pushed back by Yuan Zheng's sword attack, but he quickly stabilized his footsteps. Looking at the old man with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, he asked: "You are the trump card of Zhongzhou Sect?"

Yuan Zhengzhi lightly said, "I guess so."

It was hard to say. Could it be that there was an even bigger trump card in Zhongzhou Sect? Gao Feng carefully looked at the other party, only to realize that the other party was only at the eighth level of Martial God Stage.

To Zhongzhou Sect, an eighth level Martial God Stage was indeed a trump card, but to Gao Feng, it was not enough to cause trouble.

Gao Feng asked sarcastically, "Dead Old Ghost, did you crawl out from inside the coffin?"1

Didn't this guy know death? Facing a eighth stage Martial God Stage expert, he actually dared to be rude and rude. Could he really defeat someone at the peak of the Martial God Stage?

Yuan Zhen was astounded as he looked at Gao Feng's unchanged face.

Yuan Zheng's heart was pounding but he maintained a calm expression and said softly, "So what if I am, so what if I am?"

Gao Feng smiled faintly and said, "Yes, I will put you back in the coffin. No, I will put you in the coffin and we will return together."

Yuan Zheng had dominated the martial arts world for thousands of years, and no one had dared to speak to him in such a manner. Even though his cultivation had declined a bit, he was still an existence at the peak of Xuanwu Planet.

A cold glint flashed across Yuan Zhengzhi's eyes as he said, "You can be arrogant as a young man, but you need to be self-aware. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."

"I am indeed aware of myself, but I am not aware of myself." Gao Feng mocked.

A certain someone was referring to the righteous Yuan, and although he was old, he was not stupid. He knew that the other person was mocking him and was so angry that his face was ashen.

Yuan Zhen cupped his hands towards Yuan Zhengzhi and said, "Martial Granduncle, don't waste your breath with him. This brat just has a good mouth."

Gao Feng looked at Yuan Zhen with disdain as he said, "If only I was good with my words, then why did you get pissed off by me?"

"What the hell is wrong with this old man?" Yuan Zhen was unconvinced.

Gao Feng looked at Yuan Zhen's wet crotch and said, "Take a good look at it yourself."

Yuan Zhen subconsciously looked towards his crotch. When he saw the wet marks, embarrassment instantly appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "When did I pee, why didn't I know?" Could it be that the other party was using a deceptive trick?

"Disgraceful!" Yuan Zhengzhi also noticed Yuan Zhen's wet crotch and could not help but curse.

Gao Feng explained, "It's normal for him to be scared to the point of losing control of his bladder in a life or death situation. We should learn to understand him and understand him."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhen also understood. He was definitely scared to the point that he peed his pants when he was killed by Gao Feng just now. It was just that he didn't notice it.

This was embarrassing. He was Leader of Righteous Alliance after all. If this matter were to spread, how could he endure it?

Yuan Zheng saw that Yuan Zhen still had not left and could not help but be angered: "You've already thrown all our Zhongzhou Sect's face away, and you still have the nerve to stay here?"

Hearing Yuan Zhengzhi's reminder, Yuan Zhen cupped his hands towards Yuan Zhengzhi and said, "Martial Granduncle, I will leave now."

Just as Yuan Zhen turned around, he saw a black shadow appear in front of him. It was Gao Feng. This speed was too fast.

Gao Feng looked coldly at Yuan Zhen and said, "Did I say I would let you go?"

"You …" Seeing the killing intent in Gao Feng's eyes, Yuan Zhen subconsciously took a step back.

Gao Feng did not attack Yuan Zhen, but reprimanded him like a scolded grandson, "You what? Your life belongs to me now, so don't think that your dog-shit grandpa will save you. Let me tell you, he is also a clay buddha who crossed the river now — it is difficult for him to protect himself."

Gao Feng did not put Yuan Zheng in his eyes. Yuan Zheng's lungs were about to explode. If he was not so shrewd, he would have already spat out blood in anger.

Yuan Zhengzhi glanced at the people around him and said, "Then let's see if you can't protect yourself or this old man can't?"

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