"Indeed! If you want to perish together, why don’t you target that young Martial King across from you? Why are you restraining us instead? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?" The man in combat attire no longer held any reverence for Wang Tian, his eyes filled with terror.
As for the other martial artists, they were all filled with resentful complaints.
Wang Tian heard their words and burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha! So what if you accompany in death? Have I ever cared about the fate of ants like you? As for divine retribution, we’re all dying anyway—what’s there to fear!"
"You..."
The crowd, silenced by Wang Tian’s words, was rendered speechless.
Indeed!
If death is imminent, who would care about divine retribution!
"We’re going to die! We’re going to die! Mommy!"
Han Fenfen, now overwheld by terror, crouched on the ground, clutching her head and sobbing uncontrollably.
Bi Jie, Xiao Ge, and others turned ashen-faced.
At this mont, they finally realized their insignificance. Their lives truly mattered no more than ants to Wang Tian, who cared nothing for their survival.
Only Wu Xia kept her gaze locked on Ye Fei. Although she couldn’t distinguish his appearance, her instincts told her the voice resembled Ye Fei’s—and maybe he had a way!
"You... Are you Ye Fei? If you are, please save us—save us!" Wu Xia clasped her hands together, praying fervently.
But she was soon disappointed, as the pillars of Purple Lightning grew wider and more dazzling. It was the precursor to an impending explosion.
anwhile, Wang Tian in the sky continued his hysterical laughter.
"Die! All of you—die! If I can’t live, you won’t either!" Wang Tian laughed madly as he prepared to unleash his final burst of power, dragging everyone down with him.
"Oh, is that so?"
At that mont, Ye Fei suddenly spoke, his gaze directed at Wang Tian with the disdainful look one might reserve for a clown. "Without my permission, who dares to die?"
"What? Are you suggesting you’d let go?"
Wang Tian sneered.
Yet deep down, a flicker of hope ignited.
Despite his severe injuries, Wang Tian was at the Peak of the Innate Martial King realm. Such injuries would doom others—but not him! If Ye Fei spared him, Wang Tian wouldn’t just survive—he could fully recover!
But Ye Fei’s lips curled into a chilling smile. "Your cultivation—it would be a waste to let it perish. Why not let it pave the way for instead?"
"You... what do you an?" A sense of impending dread gripped Wang Tian, who imdiately tried to go down with Ye Fei.
Only to discover, horrifyingly, that he could no longer control his own dantian.
Ye Fei’s eyes darkened into a profound abyss as he coldly declared, "Devour."
Shwip!
In an instant, Wang Tian’s previously violent aura deflated like a blazing fire doused with water, quickly withering away.
Monts later.
Wang Tian’s entire body had been reduced to a shriveled husk, gripped lifelessly in Ye Fei’s hand.
"I said, without my permission, you cannot die. But now, you may depart!"
With a flick of his hand, Ye Fei tossed the corpse.
Wang Tian’s body plumted from the mountaintop, landing lifelessly at the crowd’s feet, leaving only Ye Fei standing imposingly amidst the heavens.
For a mont, everyone was struck dumb.
"Wang... Wang Tian is dead?"
Staring at Wang Tian’s desiccated, unrecognizable corpse sprawled on the ground.
The crowd was utterly stunned, mouths opening and closing, unable to utter a single word.
Several months ago.
When they’d heard rumors of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old Innate Martial King erging in Su Province, they dismissed it with laughter.
When they’d heard that Ye Fei defeated Shangguan Jingyun, proving his Innate Martial King prowess, they remained skeptical!
When they’d heard that Ye Fei triumphed over Gui Xuzi and forced the True Essence Sect into submission, they simply thought this ludicrous tale was being exaggerated.
But then.
Ye Fei appeared, decisively proving his Innate Martial King status before their very eyes. Although astonished, many still believed he was courting death.
After all, his opponent was Wang Tian!
A seasoned powerhouse at the Martial King Peak and the foremost Martial King overseas.
Yet the reality ruthlessly slapped them across the face!
They believed Wang Tian’s victory was inevitable, yet now he lay on the ground like a shriveled cadaver, devoid of life.
And the one they ridiculed, called foolish, Ye Fei—stood proudly in the sky, becoming a new legend!
"Pay respect to the Martial King... No, to the Martial God!"
An elder at the Peak of Hua Realm, seemingly endowed with authority, suddenly sighed deeply and dropped to his knees, yelling.
Martial God?
The crowd heard the title and snapped to realization.
They had never seen a Martial God nor knew what such a being was capable of.
But to effortlessly kill Wang Tian, a Martial King Peak powerhouse, this level of dominance—who else could be a Martial God? Who else was worthy?
Thus, as shock gave way, the martial artists knelt one by one, shouting in unison, "Hail the Martial God!"
At this mont, Ye Fei stood atop Wang Tian’s corpse, ascending to the pinnacle of the Chinese Cultivation World!
Slaying Wang Tian had achieved Ye Fei’s goal. Accepting the crowd’s kneeling homage, he turned decisively, preparing to depart.
Though Ye Fei had sustained no major injuries in the battle.
Wang Tian’s strikes hadn’t been entirely fruitless—at least Ye Fei’s garnts bore multiple tears from the Purple Lightning Inner Power, rendering them unwearable.
Plop!
Suddenly, sothing fell from Ye Fei’s neck and landed on the ground.
The crowd was baffled.
But quickly recognized the item as being so sort of jade pendant, tied with a red thread. Likely during the fight, Wang Tian’s Purple Lightning Inner Power severed the thread, causing the pendant to fall.
"Wow! The idol’s jade pendant!"
Han Fenfen beca visibly excited, rushing forward to pick up the pendant.
Yet before she could reach it, a flash of light zipped by as Ye Fei summoned the pendant back into his hand with a single gesture.
Bi Jie and others quickly restrained Han Fenfen, glancing nervously at Ye Fei in the sky with lingering fear.
Monts ago, they had witnessed Ye Fei annihilate Wang Tian with overwhelming force.
Such a terrifying figure—if Han Fenfen’s reckless move angered him, they would face complete disaster!
Only Wu Xia quivered uncontrollably as she stared in shock at Ye Fei floating above. Her entire body trembled.
"It’s... It’s him! It really is him! So it truly was him!"
Wu Xia’s heart raced wildly, unable to believe her eyes, yet unable to refute the truth!
Because that jade pendant—unlike the others, she recognized it. As his childhood friend, she had seen it before!
It was an ancient Guanyin Jade—a gift from Wu Xia’s mother to Yang Tian. Wu Xia later learned it was their betrothal keepsake!
They each held one—a pendant inscribed with "Tian," and another with "Min!"
Though Wu Xia had long since stopped wearing hers, she could never mistake it!
"It’s them?"
As Wu Xia reeled in shock, Ye Fei too recognized them.
But he rely acknowledged them briefly.
With a loud roar, Ye Fei surged upward, resembling a celestial dragon soaring to the clouds, vanishing gracefully, leaving countless praises in his wake...
Ye Fei departed.
But this battle spread like wildfire through the martial artists’ tellings, shaking the entire Chinese Cultivation World!
A peerless powerhouse!
Defiance of destiny!
The ultimate Martial King!
At the re age of twenty, he ascended into the Martial God Realm!
These lofty titles beca inseparably linked to the na Mr. Ye!
Regardless of belief, Ye Fei’s deeds swept through the Chinese Cultivation World, even stirring shock overseas!
In the Middle East Region, at the Demon King Hall headquarters.
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