The Martial Artist who fell at Shi Feng’s feet scread in pain, and the Two-winged White Tiger beside him also groaned in agony behind the enemy lines. At that mont, the Martial Artist suddenly looked up at the pair of feet that appeared before him and jerked his head up violently. When he saw the young face, his body shuddered, and he got goosebumps all over.
This young man had witnessed Shi Feng before, how he had effortlessly slaughtered the genius Ruo Feifan in a battle. Even now, he vividly rembered that ghastly white, hair-raising Ghost Claw, and Ruo Feifan’s terrifying thod of death—his shrieks of pain and the fresh red blood that had been absorbed by this person.
Like other Martial Artists, he naturally considered Shi Feng to be a mber of the Evil Sect. And mbers of the Evil Sect were known to be bloodthirsty and brutal, killing the innocent wantonly. Moreover, at this very mont, Shi Feng was standing right in front of him, staring at him.
In the young Martial Artist’s heart, right then, it was as if he had been marked by the Death God, ready to claim his life at any mont!
"Ah! Don’t kill ! Please, don’t kill !" The young Martial Artist looked at Shi Feng and begged for rcy.
"Roar, roar!" The White Tiger Demon Beast lying beside the young Martial Artist sensed its master’s emotional state and imdiately showed a ferocious face, growling low at Shi Feng.
The White Tiger’s fierce growl startled the young Martial Artist, and at that mont, he even felt the desire to kill the beast himself. He quickly shouted, "Beast, shut your mouth!"
Looking at the young Martial Artist whom he had never t or had any impression of, Shi Feng shook his head helplessly. When had he beco so frightening? After all, he thought his appearance in this life was rather handso.
Shi Feng ignored the Martial Artist and walked past him. He just wanted to hurry to the mountain summit, to see if his ideas were right and what secrets the Blood-colored Stone Stele on the summit held.
When Shi Feng moved his feet, the young Martial Artist instinctively panicked because he had seen with his own eyes how Shi Feng had crushed Ruo Feifan’s two full-powered attacks with a single step. The second ti, Ruo Feifan’s attack even ca from the power of the Five-star Martial Sect Realm.
If Shi Feng could crush Ruo Feifan’s attacks so easily, let alone his own frail body, "Ah...no..."
Right when the young Martial Artist was about to utter "no", he suddenly realized that Shi Feng’s foot wasn’t aiming at him to take his life but rather had bypassed him and was gradually moving forward. Watching Shi Feng’s figure take one step at a ti moving further away, the young Martial Artist finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh!" But then, he noticed sothing and let out a surprised gasp. The receding figure’s revealed Realm was actually at the One-star Martial Master Realm. And then he noticed that even his own Realm had fallen from the One-star Martial King Realm to the One-star Martial Master Realm.
He then suddenly looked at the Two-winged White Tiger lying beside him, and it was the sa for it, too.
"I get it! I get it! So, this place suppresses everyone’s realm!" the young Martial Artist exclaid in his heart, "It’s not that he doesn’t want to kill ; it’s that he is wary of . He is alone, only a One-star Martial Master, while I am also a One-star Martial Master, but I have a White Tiger Demon Beast by my side!"
The young Martial Artist’s heart was suddenly filled with joy and exhilaration. With a carp’s leap, he quickly flipped up from the ground.
"Roar!" The White Tiger beside him also stood up its massive body. At this mont, the young Martial Artist looked at the White Tiger by his side and sohow found it incredibly endearing. Turning his gaze to the dwindling black figure in the forest, his face showed ferocity and greed. He sensed an opportunity and felt that the heavens were being generous to him, Yez Ming.
This person was so young yet capable of killing the genius Ruo Feifan, so he must have so great secret. But what of it? Right now, he was just a One-star Martial Master like himself, except he had a White Tiger by his side.
Demon beasts have formidable physical bodies, not sothing an average Martial Artist could compare with, and when both are of low realms, fighting a demon beast of the sa realm highlights the superior physical strength of the beast.
Moreover, this Martial Artist nad Yez Ming had encountered nurous strong adversaries along his way. Many Martial Artists had unwillingly fallen to his sword. Back in his own small city, Yez Ming was praised as a young genius, invincible within his realm, and had even challenged those above his rank, killing a Two-star Martial King with the strength of a One-star Martial King.
At the sa realm, Yez Ming believed he was second to none.
Without delay, Yez Ming jumped onto the back of the White Tiger. The White Tiger, upon receiving its master’s order, flapped its wings, intending to pursue the black figure. However, Yez Ming and the White Tiger both realized that, no matter how desperately the White Tiger flapped its wings, it couldn’t lift its body into the air and gradually gave up.
Yez Ming surmised that it must be due to the space they were in, but the White Tiger’s inability to fly was not a big issue for him. Right now, the most pressing matter was that walking treasure departing from them.
"Chase!" Yez Ming commanded in a low shout, his legs kicking the White Tiger’s stomach. Receiving Yez Ming’s order, the Two-winged White Tiger promptly strode forward fiercely, "Roar!" The violent wind picked up during its ferocious run, chasing in the direction Shi Feng had gone.
Sitting on the White Tiger’s back, Yez Ming had a sharp long sword already unsheathed, his mouth curled into a cold smirk, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, and his heart brimming with excitent. He felt that by killing Shi Feng and gaining all his secrets, with his own talent, he wouldn’t be any less capable. Perhaps, after obtaining those secrets, he could beco even stronger than him. From then on, his na, Yez Ming, would also be known among the young geniuses and the youth combat rankings of the Heavenly Mist Empire.
Shi Feng, while walking, suddenly felt a gust of wind from behind and with the sensation from his Soul Power, he sensed the undisguised intent to kill. Imdiately, the corners of Shi Feng’s mouth curved into a cold smirk, similar to Yez Ming’s earlier, and he muttered, "Another one courting death. Where do these people get their confidence from, wanting my life?"
Shi Feng leisurely turned around, a running Two-winged White Tiger and a Martial Artist dressed in blue garnts entered his field of vision, charging towards him with an imposing montum.
Shi Feng watched calmly. To deal with such a person, Shi Feng didn’t even bother drawing his sword. He simply ford a Sword Finger gesture with his right hand, while Yez Ming, seated on the White Tiger’s back, upon seeing Shi Feng turn towards him and looking at him with a mocking expression, as if he had everything under control, pointed his long sword resolutely at Shi Feng and declared, "Kid, hand over your secrets, and I’ll grant you a swift death."
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