Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1166 - 1167: A Single Finger

Chen Xingzhu felt a tremor in her heart.

For so reason, Yang Fei's pointed finger carried no aura, nor did it assu any pose.

Yet, just that casual gesture made Chen Xingzhu feel she couldn't resist or evade it.

Chen Xingzhu's palm emitted a True Martial Cyclone, gathering into a mass, eting Yang Fei's finger.

At the sa ti, her figure rapidly retreated, escaping from danger.

The True Martial Cyclone released by Chen Xingzhu stirred the surrounding air currents, rushing towards Yang Fei wildly, causing the entire sky to resound with shrill whistles.

In a small area, debris flew everywhere, extrely frightening.

But, a miracle happened!

Yang Fei's finger gently pointed, and the whole world fell silent,

in an instant, it beca calm, void, and the sky-high cyclone noise suddenly turned into nothingness.

Chen Xingzhu was stunned!

Although Chen Xingzhu's Martial Arts couldn't reach the Realm of True Martial All-encompassing, the True Martial Cyclone she released remained invincible, with power exceeding that of a typical small artillery shell.

Yet, this volcano-like force was stilled by Yang Fei's single point. What a terrifying power!

Imdiately after, Yang Fei's finger pointed towards Chen Xingzhu's brow, still flat and simple, as if it was just playful banter between the two.

Chen Xingzhu's expression drastically changed, her entire body trembling.

She clearly saw Yang Fei's finger extend, clearly could evade, yet for so reason, she couldn't.

Yang Fei's face was indifferent and calm, his gaze lowered, a finger touching Chen Xingzhu's brow.

Chen Xingzhu stared blankly at him, seemingly not yet reacting, then her whole body just softly collapsed, like a withering black rose.

Bang!

At this mont, a muffled sound erupted, a figure appeared out of nowhere, with severe burns on the left side of his face, filled with anger, eyes seemingly ready to blaze.

Zhu Butong!

He was trapped in the Dragon Battle Arena, unable to break free despite struggling fiercely.

Luckily, each activation of the Dragon Battle Arena had a ti limit, and now he finally escaped.

Just as Zhu Butong erged, he saw Yang Fei's finger touching Chen Xingzhu's brow, causing his eyes to nearly pop out.

Though Yang Fei had broken through Gang Strength, in the eyes of Zhu Butong and Chen Xingzhu, he was still an insignificant figure.

How did he do it?

"Miss Chen, are you alright?"

Zhu Butong shouted, rushing over to lift Chen Xingzhu.

He reached out to check Chen Xingzhu's breath, only to find she had already stopped breathing.

Changfeng Squad gave each other bewildered looks, witnessing this unbelievable scene.

The once invincible and feared Chen Xingzhu had been killed by a re touch from Yang Fei?

Zhu Butong put down Chen Xingzhu's corpse, glaring sinisterly at Yang Fei.

"You... you actually killed our Wu Clan's Grand Priest, this blood debt I will have you repay tenfold."

As he spoke, four Green Snakes appeared simultaneously on his arm and ear, about three inches long, all poised and hostile towards Yang Fei.

Though these Green Snakes were ford of True Martial Qi Force, they seed to possess Spirituality.

Yang Fei seed to be in a mysterious state, devoid of joy or sorrow, indifferently watching Zhu Butong.

"Attack!"

With a roar, Zhu Butong's four Green Snakes surged forth, leaping into the air, rapidly enlarging, charging toward Yang Fei.

The strike of this True Martial Master was formidable, space seed unable to withstand such imnse power, faint ripples appeared.

The massive silhouette of serpents was as thick as water buckets.

The four serpents intertwined, forming a True Martial Qi Force vortex tens of ters high, surrounding Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stood in the center, as if standing in an abyss.

He watched the True Martial Storm stretching tens of ters, connecting with the heavens, as the starlight outside seed so distant.

All around him were rapidly spinning, substantial True Martial Qi Force storms, rushing toward Yang Fei.

Everyone watched the dense True Martial Storm encase Yang Fei, as debris flew about, wind and clouds transford, all cried out in shock.

Such a terrifying vortex of True Martial Energy, not to ntion collision, even the slightest contact would tear a bloody piece of flesh away, a direct hit would leave no trace.

Chen Xingzhu's impression was already extrely frightening, invincible and über-commanding.

Yet she seed like a little girl compared to this old ghost.

This was truly a True Martial Master!

At this mont, Yang Fei held Helen with one hand, and slowly extended the other, still that casual point!

Tap!

A soft sound, so small it could scarcely be heard.

The terrifying True Martial Storm, which had been spinning rapidly, suddenly stopped as if frozen by ice.

The next second, the True Martial Storm, towering tens of ters, suddenly vanished as if it were a soap bubble, bursting on contact then disappearing.

The crowd dumbfoundedly looked at Yang Fei's extended finger.

And they realized, this guy was showing everyone a big middle finger!

Zhu Butong's eyes were nearly popping out; his True Martial Energy Storm had been broken just like that?

Even Zhu Butong himself had no sense of it, everything felt as ordinary and irresistible as the movent of stars and changing seasons.

After the shock, Zhu Butong's heart was filled with terror.

According to what he knew, only Martial Arts that reached the supre realm could possibly achieve such effortless, airy level.

Yang Fei looked indifferently at Zhu Butong, his gaze devoid of any emotion.

Zhu Butong suddenly shivered, turned to run, his form quick as lightning.

Yang Fei seed to chuckle lightly, his entire being vanishing from the spot.

With two leaps, Zhu Butong had reached beneath the tall walls of the Imperial Palace, a single jump and he'd escape.

But at this mont, Yang Fei's figure appeared abruptly, blocking Zhu Butong's path.

In this mont of desperation, Zhu Butong shouted, furiously striking Yang Fei's chest, True Martial Qi Force roaring, manifesting countless palm shadows.

Yang Fei still casually pointed a finger, touching Zhu Butong's palm.

Tap!

A soft sound, Zhu Butong's left palm was tapped by Yang Fei.

His palm suddenly emitted a cracking sound, half of it blown away, even the arm bones were broken in two or three places, hanging limply down.

Zhu Butong scread miserably yet instead of retreating, he advanced.

He knew life and death were but monts away, roared loudly, his entire body covered in True Martial Qi Force, forming a rolling tornado storm to protect himself, leaping desperately towards the tall wall.

On the tall wall, Yang Fei casually slipped a hand into his pocket, with his left hand middle finger nonchalantly pointing at Zhu Butong's head.

Zhu Butong gritted his teeth within the True Martial Tornado Storm, conjuring a Riot Shield to protect himself.

Tap!

There was a faint sound, Zhu Butong's solid True Martial Shield vanished, even the body-protecting True Martial Storm also vanished.

And Zhu Butong's body just leapt into the air.

Without the True Martial Storm to shield him, he was like a disrobed woman, devoid of any defense.

In the air, Yang Fei's finger, calmly reached towards his brow.