1560: C1560 Slaughterer (continued)

C1560 Slaughterer (continued)

In the Qin Mountains, in front of the Leng Family's residence!

"Fist Broken Stars!"

Yu Haoran knew that it would be difficult to kill his opponent with just a fist technique alone, so he continued to use the more powerful Ancestral Mage Fist Art right after he destroyed the Supreme Realm defensive instrument.

Before breaking through the Martial Saint Realm, the power of the Fist Broken Stars Fist Art was enough to shatter the air, causing spatial turbulence.

Now, his cultivation had successfully broken through the Tenth Perfection of Peak Martial Saint Sovereign, and his fleshly body had even been enhanced to the Martial Emperor. Just the might of the fist technique alone was enough to form ripples in the surrounding space.

When the fist art power that contained the destructive energies landed on the Sea of Consciousness defense that was created by Leng Shengda using the power of law that was integrated into his body, the Sea of Consciousness defense was instantly shattered. The fist art power took the opportunity to strangle Leng Shengda's soul.

Leng Shengda, who had only awakened for two days and two nights and had yet to reveal the true might of the Martial Emperor, had completely turned into an ice-cold corpse.

"Sanda!"

Just as the soul in the sea of consciousness of Leng Sheng was being completely strangled, from the depths of the Leng Family's mansion, a sorrowful and heartbreaking roar rang out.

Accompanied by an agonized roar, a white-haired old man, who had the same white hair but was much more imposing than Leng Shengda, rushed out like a lightning and stopped the fallen corpse in time.

"Junior, you dare to harm the physical body of Sada and even strangle his soul? This emperor will definitely burn your bones and scatter your ashes, and your soul will forever be trapped in Purgatory."

Seeing the half of his chest and organs that had been lost, and feeling the completely destroyed space within his sea of consciousness, the white-haired old man threatened Yu Haoran with a sinister expression.

"Fist Break Sky!"

Facing the threat of the white-haired old man, who was much stronger than him, Yu Haoran's method of retaliation was simple.

"Feng Ji Tian!"

Just like how Yu Haoran was carrying Lin Mengyao, the white-haired old man carried Leng Shengda's corpse in one hand and used a bloodline technique in the other.

The palm technique swiftly condensed into a handsome, dazzling divine phoenix.

However, just as the Divine Phoenix raised her phoenix head and spread her beautiful wings, preparing to launch a violent attack, the terrifying tearing force formed by the fist technique directly penetrated her body, causing her to be unable to display her true strength.

When the white-haired old man saw his Bloodline Inheritance Skill being easily torn to shreds under his rage state, a sliver of panic appeared in his heart. He finally understood why Leng Shengda was so easily killed.

Just in terms of cultivation level alone, the early stage second stage Martial Emperor, the white-haired old man, held an absolute overwhelming advantage.

However, he had not completely recovered his strength, and an aura that was incompatible with the environment. Through the competition of palm techniques and fist techniques just now, the white-haired old man knew that he was still far from being Yu Haoran's match.

As a result, when he was bringing Leng Shengda's corpse to the manor's plaza, the white haired old man ordered Leng Yun, who had a gloomy expression.

"Patriarch, bring the seven elders at the peak of the ninth stage of the Martial Saint to the forbidden grounds of the clan immediately. Then, use the method of burning phoenix blood to wake up the Feng Qing Ancestor."

"Ancestor, could it be that even you are not Yu Haoran's opponent?" After hearing the orders of the white-haired elder, Leng Yun couldn't help but ask with a sudden change in expression.

"If you gave me two days to recover my strength, I could easily crush you to death with a single finger. But now, I can't!" After hearing Leng Yun's shocking question, the white-haired old man grumbled.

But when he felt the undulations from the fist technique, he immediately spoke to Leng Yun anxiously.

"Hurry up and wake up the Feng Qing ancestors. This sovereign will delay the younger generation for now."

Other than giving the white-haired old man time to prepare three consecutive punches, he had also given the Tower Spirit some time to kill off the three ancestors of the Leng Clan.

Just as he finished accumulating the energy to execute the fist technique, he received a message from the Tower Spirit using his spiritual will to succeed. He then began to practice the fist technique boldly and confidently.

"Punch Suppressing the Earth!"

"Fist Break Sky!"0

"Fist Broken Stars!"

Seeing Yu Haoran execute three powerful passed down fist techniques in one go, the white-haired old man's expression couldn't help but change. At the same time, he hurriedly gritted his teeth and used the portion of his vital energy and blood that he had spent great difficulty recovering, and also performed three consecutive palm techniques with his bloodline.

"Feng Ji Tian!"

"Phoenix Dance the World!"

"Phoenix Cry The World!"

A divine phoenix formed by Feng Ji Tian swiftly rushed towards the thick and heavy mountain formed by the fist technique, Earth Manipulation Fist Technique.

"Boom!"

In just the second direct confrontation, the divine phoenix was directly smashed apart by the massive mountain. Afterwards, its power didn't decrease in the slightest as it continued to strike at the white-haired old man.

A divine phoenix that was condensed from the phoenix dance of the world formed nine flame barriers by its graceful dance, gradually resisting the tearing power formed by the fist technique.

There were a total of nine flame shields that could only last two seconds under the tearing of energy. They were completely torn apart and only weakened by a quarter of the fist technique that was used to attack the white-haired old man.

"Squeak!"

The phoenix cry came from a divine phoenix, which used a martial skill that could pierce through the heavens to attack the fist technique that contained a terrifying power that could shatter the heavens.

The fist technique that contained the power to destroy the void continuously produced phoenix cries in an unstoppable manner. After completely crushing the divine phoenix into powder, its power similarly did not decrease in the slightest as it struck at the white-haired old man.

Seeing that he was not even able to stall for time by using his three strongest inherited palm techniques, the white-haired old man who had endless fear in his heart glinted with a vicious cold light.

After the fist technique had reduced the pressure from Taishan, the white-haired old man immediately rushed towards the plaza of the residence. He intended to use the lives of countless clansmen to block the three fist techniques that were enough to take his life so that he could persevere and endure the awakening of Feng Qing, who was at the middle of the seventh stage of the Emperor's Realm.

Seeing that the ancestor was actually planning to sacrifice their lives to block a punch that even the Martial Emperor s were not a match for, the seven thousand over Leng Clan members on the plaza gritted their teeth and cursed the white-haired old man as they mustered all of their strength to attack the thick and heavy mountain.

The combined attack of over seven thousand experts of Martial Saint s and above, was far more powerful than the heavy mountain could possibly endure.

In the end, when they were still about a hundred meters away from the manor's square, they were smashed to smithereens.

However, just as the people in the field were still celebrating loudly in the future, an invisible fist broke through the sky and the stars, directly smashing into the crowd in the field.

"AHH!"

Accompanied by countless miserable howls, the forty-seven first to ninth stage Martial Saint s, sixteen first to ninth stage Martial Saint, and five quasi-Martial Emperor s of the Leng Clan were directly minced into blood mist by the power of the lacerations.

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