Moreover, the golden light grew increasingly intense, and the black dragon's body began to compress.

Finally, the black dragon could no longer withstand the heavy pressure coming from all directions and burst open with a bang!

Thus, Ximen Yue's strongest attack—Black Dragon Heavenly Strike—was easily dismantled by the Golden Jade Exquisite Pagoda!

"You actually possess a magical artifact? Just who are you...?"

Ximen Yue's voice trembled as he spoke, and a deep sense of despair even appeared on his face.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you're about to die," Ye Feng said calmly.

"I have no grudge against you..."

"We had no enmity before, but from the moment your son, Ximen Yue, hired a ruthless thug from the Black List to assassinate me, we became mortal enemies! Ximen Yue, there's no point in saying more, please accept your death!"

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the Golden Jade Pagoda enveloped Ximen Yue's head.

The immense pressure caused Ximen Yue's entire body to erupt with crimson blood mist, and even the Black Flame Ink Cloud Spear in his hand began to twist!

"No...it's impossible..."

"I've cultivated for hundreds of years... how can I just die like this..."

Ximen Yue roared repeatedly, struggling fiercely, his face filled with grief and indignation.

But his struggle was doomed to failure!

The power of the Golden Jade Pagoda grew stronger and stronger, and Ximen Yue was squeezed beyond recognition, his entire body covered in blood!

Just then, an even more powerful aura came from the horizon.

"Night Wind, a big shot has arrived! It's... Marshal Tenglong, one of the Ten Marshals, Zhao Long!" Chen Heihu shouted.

A marshal actually appeared?

Night Wind looked surprised, but did not stop the Golden Jade Pagoda.

The generals of the Great Xia Kingdom are all martial arts masters at the Transcendent Realm, while the marshals of the Great Xia Kingdom are all living saints at the Saint Realm.

But so what?

Two years ago, when I entered the Holy Realm, I could still put up a fight against Night Wind.

But now, even a Saint Realm cultivator is no different from a three-year-old child in front of Ye Feng!

Killing a Saint Realm cultivator in the Night Wind wouldn't be much more difficult than killing a Transcendent Realm cultivator!

The martial artists in the distance also sensed the powerful aura of Marshal Tenglong, and their expressions changed drastically.

"This is the aura of someone who has entered the Saint Realm. Which marshal has arrived?"

"It's terrifying, it's so brutal..."

"I never expected to attract a marshal like this, this is really something!"

The martial artists shouted one after another, and the so-called Marshal Tenglong finally appeared in Ye Feng's sight.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing gold and white armor, with a golden dragon on his shoulder.

However, that golden dragon was not a dragon; it appeared to be a tenth-grade perfect spiritual artifact!

"stop!"

Marshal Zhao Long of the Tenglong Army shouted, trying to stop Ye Feng.

Chen Heihu quickly added, "Mr. Ye, Marshal Tenglong is here, you should..."

Before Chen Heihu could finish speaking, a loud boom suddenly echoed in the air.

Ximen Yue, the head of the Ximen family, could no longer withstand the power of the Golden Jade Pagoda, which exploded and turned into a sky full of blood and flesh.

Ximen Yue is dead.

A martial arts master at the Transcendent Realm died at the hands of Ye Feng, in front of so many people!

Even Marshal Zhao Long of the Tenglong Army couldn't arrive in time to provide assistance!

"Oh no, oh no, this is a disaster!" Chen Heihu said in a panic.

After the Golden Jade Pagoda killed Ximen Yue, it withdrew its golden light and returned to Ye Feng's side, slowly rotating beside him.

However, the Golden Jade Pagoda has not been shrunk and remains magnificent.

The night breeze seemed insignificant in comparison to the Golden Jade Pagoda, like a tiny flying insect hovering beside a pillar.

At this moment, Marshal Zhao Long of Tenglong finally arrived.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me!" Zhao Long roared.

"I heard you, but why should I listen to you?" Night Breeze said calmly.

Everyone present was stunned by Ye Feng's words.

Marshal Tenglong was one of the ten marshals of the Great Xia Kingdom, but Ye Feng didn't take him seriously.

Arrogant!

furious!

Lawless!

Everyone stared at Ye Feng with disbelief, and they all admired him to the extreme.

"You think you can kill me just because you have a magic weapon?" Zhao Long glanced warily at the Golden Jade Pagoda beside Ye Feng and said aggressively.

"Then you can give it a try," Ye Feng said calmly.

Zhao Long's body trembled, and the golden dragon on his shoulder seemed to come alive as it swam up his arm and into his hand, transforming into a long, gleaming golden whip.

The next moment, Zhao Long lashed out at Ye Feng with his whip!

Zhao Long's whip had a power that seemed to split the heavens and earth. The martial artists in the distance, just by watching, already felt an irresistible and irresistible force in their hearts.

Chen Heihu and Li Cuicui's hearts were in their throats!

But just then, Ye Feng suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed Zhao Long's long whip!

Zhao Long's whip stopped abruptly, as if frozen in time, and the power contained within it vanished without a trace!

Zhao Long's expression changed drastically. His long whip suddenly became blurry and indistinct, but when it solidified again, it was already gone from Ye Feng's hand.

But Zhao Long was now even more wary of Ye Feng, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Long uttered a sentence that shocked everyone present.

"You're not in the Transcendent Realm, you're in the Saint Realm!"

Enter the sacred realm!

This man named Ye Feng is actually a living saint who has entered the Saint Realm!

The onlookers in the distance were all extremely shocked, and Chen Heihu finally understood why Ye Feng was so confident!

No wonder Ye Feng doesn't take the Ximen family seriously, nor does he take Ximen Yue, the garrison general who is at the Transcendent Realm, seriously.

It turns out that Ye Feng was not a martial arts master of the Transcendent Realm at all, but a living saint of the Saint Realm!

"Mr. Ye has entered the Saintly Realm..."

Li Cuicui murmured, her delicate face filled with shock!

"Not fighting anymore?" Ye Feng asked calmly.

What's the point of fighting now?

You have entered the Saint Realm, and you also possess a magical treasure.

I'd fight you? Do you think I'm not going to die soon enough?!

Zhao Long roared inwardly, but dared not howl at the night wind like before. Instead, he forced a stiff smile.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhao Long asked.

"Nanyang Night Breeze," Night Breeze said.

"It seems Nanyang really is a place where hidden talents reside." Zhao Long glanced at Chen Heihu in the distance, then looked at Ye Feng and said with a sigh.

Zhao Long then added, “Since the head of the Ximen family is already dead, there’s no point in saying anything now. However, I think you must have had your reasons for killing the head of the Ximen family, Mr. Ye. I will report what happened here to the Commander’s Pavilion, and the God of War will definitely consider it carefully.”