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"Heh heh... "There's no need for Great Rudra Golden Immortal. I will be more than enough to deal with you."

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Wherever the sound wave passed by, all the saber lights that had trapped the Silver Wolf Queen would explode. After the Silver Wolf Queen broke free, it instantly turned into a silver ray of light as it jumped and ran away. When it reappeared, it was at the side of a handsome youth wearing casual clothes.

"Woo woo …"

The Silver Wolf Queen was so excited that tears streamed down its face as it continuously rubbed its large head against Xiang Yang's thigh. It had never felt as good or as close to Xiang Yang as it did at this moment.

He had already given up all hope just now, thinking that it would be sliced into pieces by the endless blade energy. Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Xiang Yang had finally appeared, and his voice had shattered all of the blade energy. It was as if he had seen light from the darkness, restoring life from the state of certain death.

"Kid, you must have suffered a bit." Xiang Yang gently patted the Silver Wolf Queen's head with a smile on his face, but when he saw that a large portion of its fur was still dripping with blood, he immediately grew angry. The smile on his face turned into a boundless killing intent.

"How dare you hurt this senior's soul pet. In a while, this senior will tear you into ten thousand pieces."

Xiang Yang looked at Liu Feng with killing intent. The Silver Wolf Queen was his spirit pet. He could curse at it, but others could not hurt it. Liu Feng had actually cut off a large piece of its butt. This was simply too much.

"In a while, laozi will ask you to return it a hundred times." Xiang Yang stared at Liu Feng with eyes filled with killing intent. Seeing this, the latter couldn't help but shudder, actually having the feeling that he didn't dare to confront Xiang Yang.

"Hmph …" Liu Feng snorted coldly, using this to hide his loss of control and shock in his heart. Just now, Xiang Yang's strong killing intent was something he had never seen before. It was as if he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Who is this guy?" Is he the disciple of some big shot in the Devil Sect? " Liu Feng temporarily didn't make any unusual moves in guessing Xiang Yang's identity.

Xiang Yang patted the Silver Wolf King's head and softly said, "Go. Find Sister Jing Yi and have her bandage you up."

"Woo woo …"

After rubbing against Xiang Yang, it stared angrily at Liu Feng as if it wanted Xiang Yang to take revenge on it. Only then did it turn into a silver ray of light and charge towards the Bloodrose Tower.

If this were a normal situation, Liu Feng wouldn't have said so much nonsense. He would have charged over and chopped Xiang Yang into mincemeat, grabbed the Silver Wolf King, and left right after. However, when he felt Xiang Yang's murderous intent, which was even stronger than that of the Devil Sect's men, he immediately no longer dared to do so.

In Liu Feng's eyes, killing this young man was very easy. He could dismember his body with just the strength of his own blade. However, if this young man was the disciples of the Devil Dao, then he would be done for.

Liu Feng knew that there were still some old immortals who had lived in the Devil Dao for hundreds of years. Their cultivation was unparalleled and had surpassed the boundaries of the martial artists in the mortal world.

Liu Feng did not dare to confront these old bastards. Therefore, even before he found out about Xiang Yang's identity, he did not dare act rashly.

In any case, he had nothing better to do, so he simply placed his hands behind his back and stood in the air, revealing an appearance of an expert as lonely as snow. He glanced at Liu Feng with disdain and said, "A mere Black Demon Sect does not have the qualifications to know of this young master's origins."

Seeing Xiang Yang's expression of disdain from the bottom of his heart, Liu Feng was immediately shocked. He thought to himself, This kid looks like he has nothing to fear. Could it be that he really has a great background? This will be difficult.

"Since you know that I am the sect master of the Black Demon Sect, why don't you quickly kneel down and beg for forgiveness? If you report the origins of your sect, perhaps I might spare your life." Now, this old man will give you two choices. Either kneel down, submit, and send the silver wolf over, or die. " As Liu Feng said this, he was surprised to find that the killing intent and true energy fluctuations around Xiang Yang had all been hidden. Standing right in front of him, Liu Feng felt his heart shiver as he thought, This is big trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Feng had sensed the early Xiantian aura that Xiang Yang had given Ye Jing, that he had washed his body and cleared his marrow, Liu Feng would not have been able to sense Xiang Yang's true strength even if he were to stand in front of Liu Feng.

If Xiang Yang had not taken the initiative to reveal his identity as a martial artist, Liu Feng would have assumed that Xiang Yang was just a person whose blood energy was stronger than that of an ordinary person. Liu Feng wouldn't have thought that Xiang Yang was a martial artist of the Xiantian realm.

Liu Feng knew that Xiang Yang was a Xiantian expert. Although he was not a super late stage Xiantian expert like Xiang Yang, he was at least an early Xiantian expert, and the people in this world that possessed such a mysterious cultivation technique that could hide their entire aura were only those sects that had lived for countless years or had ancient legacies. From this, one could tell that Xiang Yang possessed a very powerful background.

"Kill, or not kill?" Liu Feng was at a loss and a bit angry. He had just wanted to become Martial King, but now, he had encountered trouble.

"Puchi …"

"Brat, you're courting death."

"..."

Liu Feng felt an uncomfortable feeling from Xiang Yang's sudden change in tone, from words to words. He glared at him, "What are you mumbling about? Could it be that you are a disciple of the Confucian School? "

"Haha, it's scary that you don't have any culture. To think that you don't even know the ancient characters of the 'Black Demon Sect'. No wonder the Black Demon Sect has become such a small, mediocre sect." Xiang Yang sighed as he spoke.

"..."

"Forget it, this sovereign will be kind enough to tell you. The meaning of my words is, 'You …'" He … Mom. Of. Find. Dead. "Is that so?"

"You're pissing me off." Liu Feng was so angry that his entire body was trembling. A black aura spread out and he was ready to attack at any moment. However, he was still holding back. It would be best for him to not act until he knew Xiang Yang's background.

Oh, don't look at me with those resentful eyes. I haven't done anything yet, so I'll give you three choices now. The first is to kneel down and admit defeat, then cripple your own martial arts. Xiang Yang grinned as he extended a finger.

"You little brat, how dare you be so arrogant? I am someone who wants to become a Martial Lord. No one in this world has the qualifications to make me kneel down and admit defeat." Liu Feng roared in anger. If he hadn't known about Xiang Yang's origins, he probably would have chopped Xiang Yang into pieces a long time ago.

"Holy shit, you want to be Martial Saint?" Xiang Yang's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Liu Feng. How could there be such a powerful person in this world that still wanted to be a Martial King in this world? This was truly an eye-opener for him.

"A fellow at the late stage of the Innate realm actually dares to dream about becoming a Martial Saint. You must be a retard." Xiang Yang looked at Liu Feng in annoyance. He felt that this fellow's head had either been kicked by a donkey or had a flaw. Otherwise, why would he have had such an unrealistic dream?

Even though there weren't many experts on the surface, not even a few martial artists on the surface, Xiang Yang knew that true experts were all hidden. It was fine if it was just a small fight, they wouldn't care.

Even though Xiang Yang's cultivation had reached the great circle of the Congenital Realm and could be considered the pinnacle of martial practitioners in the mortal world, he still didn't dare to have the thought of becoming Martial King.

"My cultivation is like the heavens and the earth. No one in this world can stop me. Can't I be called Martial King?" Liu Feng said proudly.

Of course, he also knew that there were some old and immortal people in this world who were truly strong, but the key point was that those old and immortal people wouldn't care about matters under the heavens.

"You did well. However, now that you have a second choice, you have to think about which one to choose."

Xiang Yang laughed, "The second choice is, first cripple your martial arts before kneeling down and admitting defeat, haha."

There was no difference between these two choices at all. If you must say there was, then martial arts should first be wasted and martial arts should be followed by kneeling down. Liu Feng was so angered by Xiang Yang that he almost exploded as he angrily shouted, "Youngster, how dare you tease this old man like this. You're courting death."

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As he spoke, Liu Feng's right hand turned into a blade. A black saber light flashed as it slashed toward Xiang Yang.

He wanted to capture Xiang Yang first, then torture him slowly. If Xiang Yang really was some old man who wouldn't die, then he would personally send Xiang Yang to his doorstep at that time. In any case, it was very normal for battles to take place in the martial arts world.

"Oh, you're not a woman, why would I tease you? I'm just bullying you, just like how you bullied my Little Silver. I'm only using words to bully you right now, I'll let you know the meaning of despair later."

With a 'boom' sound, a black blade flashed where he stood, slicing the air in half. One could imagine that if he had been slower by a little, he would definitely have been cut into halves.

Tens of meters away, a nine colored light shone as Xiang Yang appeared out of thin air. He looked at Liu Feng with disappointment on his face, "Old man, it's a pity you're a late stage Xiantian master and your speed of attack is too slow. Aren't you too old for even the slightest bit of strength?" Also, look at you, you want to be a Martial Saint, where is the Saber Intent? Where was the blade intent? Why can't I feel it? "

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH …. "Brat, you're courting death."