As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the crowd fell silent, and then the next mont, laughter erupted.
"Hahaha, where did this brat co from, daring to threaten us?"
"He must be from so remote star region, not knowing our prowess."
"Interesting, interesting."
"Yan Jing, your words seem useless, being mocked by a brat, truly disgraceful for us North Sea Hall disciples?"
"Shut up!"
The disciple nad Yan Jing shouted coldly, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng with endless killing intent flashing.
"Such an arrogant brat, this is you seeking your own doom, die!"
The North Sea Hall disciple scread, whoosh, a trident appeared in his palm, stabbing fiercely toward Chu Feng.
Trident!
Weapon of the Sea God!
It’s said that the ancient sea tribe Sea God wielded a trident, sweeping everything, establishing the ancient sea tribe’s status.
Thus, the purest sea tribe later trained precisely in the trident’s spear techniques.
At the mont Yan Jing’s trident fiercely aid at Chu Feng, countless sea waves gathered out of thin air, pressing toward Chu Feng.
These countless sea waves, containing powerful strength, were enough to crush any martial artist caught within.
A seemingly casual strike yet contained ruthless murderous intent.
"Break!"
Chu Feng didn’t even bother glancing at Yan Jing; just as the trident’s sharp edge and countless sea waves pressed down, Chu Feng suddenly acted.
With just a casual palm, it contained the might of Ancestral Nine Forms, transforming instantly into a giant War Dragon’s Claw, sweeping everything.
The trident’s edge, along with countless sea waves, were shattered in front of this War Dragon’s Claw’s strike, the powerful force directly driving Yan Jing back.
"What?"
Forced back, Yan Jing’s eyes revealed an extre surprise.
"Yan Jing, don’t tell you can’t even deal with a kid like this."
"So embarrassing."
"I don’t think you’re fit to be a core disciple of the North Sea Hall; you can’t even handle a little guy like this?"
"Damn it!"
Yan Jing heard this mocking, furiously roaring, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng, angrily shouting.
"You little bastard, I didn’t want to use my true strength; you forced !"
Boom!
An ancient phantom suddenly appeared, enveloping Yan Jing’s back, precisely the Sea God Phantom.
Under the Sea God Phantom’s envelope, Yan Jing’s strength suddenly multiplied, wielding the trident again, charging at Chu Feng.
This ti, he utilized an ancient spear technique, each move ferocious, locking Chu Feng in, leaving him no escape, sharp edges aiming to tear Chu Feng apart imdiately.
Yan Jing snarled.
"You little bastard, I’ll tear you to pieces!"
"Is this your real strength? With this little power, you dare covet my mount? Die!"
Suddenly, Chu Feng raised his hand, pointing abruptly at Yan Jing.
Though just a simple point, the sharpness within was incredibly terrifying, instantly piercing through countless trident’s edges locking Chu Feng.
This point targeted directly at Yan Jing, landing on him.
Pu!
Yan Jing couldn’t resist Chu Feng’s finger’s force, spewing a mouthful of blood, the Sea God Phantom behind him shattered by this finger’s power.
"Die!"
Chu Feng coldly shouted, under this finger’s force, Yan Jing’s body violently exploded, transforming into a blood mist, swallowed by the Swallowing Heaven Secret Technique, dead beyond dead.
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s finger directly killed Yan Jing.
This scene left the other North Sea Hall disciples without a reaction; by the ti they did, Yan Jing was already killed, no trace left.
"Killed Yan Jing with one finger?"
"Yan Jing was a core disciple of North Sea Hall, usually killing ordinary Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor in one move, now killed by one finger?"
"Who on earth is this person?"
Hidden within the endless starry sky, many martial artist demon gods attracted by the Ancient Centipede tribulation, though temporarily backed off seeing the North Sea Hall disciples, still wanted to watch the excitent.
But they never expected to witness such an unbelievable scene.
North Sea Hall’s core disciples, each almost a monster among Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor, many capable of fighting a battle with half-step Heavenly Human Realm figures.
But now Yan Jing was killed by Chu Feng with one finger.
Chu Feng hadn’t even exerted his full strength, seemingly casually killing Yan Jing, shocking them.
Even other Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor among North Sea Hall disciples hadn’t reacted.
"Damn it! You dared kill a North Sea Hall disciple?"
"Kill! We must kill him!"
"Turn him to dust!"
Other North Sea Hall disciples fixed on Chu Feng, angrily shouting.
At this mont, their voices suddenly ceased as Senior Brother Jiang suddenly stepped forward, appearing in front of Chu Feng.
Seeing Senior Brother Jiang act, they dared not speak.
"Brat, killing a North Sea Hall disciple is a capital cri; will you surrender, or should I kill you now?"
Senior Brother Jiang spoke with a condescending tone, regarding the world as ants.
As for Chu Feng, killing Yan Jing, in his eyes, was just a bigger ant, easily disposed of.
"What’s this? Another big talker? The North Sea Hall disciples, each weak in strength yet bold in speech."
Chu Feng’s mouth curled into a sneer.
"Senior Brother Jiang, is it? Kneel now, and I may spare you; otherwise, you’ll all accompany Yan Jing in the grave today."
"Brat, it seems you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit?"
Hearing Chu Feng’s words, Senior Brother Jiang revealed anger; with his status, he was never ridiculed like this.
"Then I’ll kill you now!"
Upon speaking, Senior Brother Jiang suddenly unleashed spiritual power.
He similarly wielded a trident, clearly employing martial techniques akin to Yan Jing’s.
Yet comparing their aura, Senior Brother Jiang’s was ten tis stronger than Yan Jing’s.
The trident’s sharp edge was distinctly different, sharply aiming at Chu Feng.
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