"In the vast Kunlun Mirror, strength reigns supreme!"

"I would call Night Wind the strongest!"

"If you won't kneel and worship, I will!"

At a time like this, does saving face matter?

Wei Fenglei had already realized that Ye Feng was an incomparably powerful war god, and no one could possibly snatch the dragon vein from him.

These old fogies are too proud to admit it; do they really expect Ye Feng to share the dragon vein with them?

Outdated and hopeless!

Wei Fenglei watched from behind. At this moment, the night wind was already brewing a soaring sword intent.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he and the sword in his hand had become one.

The laws of the Great Dao also surround the night wind.

The Demon Protector couldn't touch Ye Feng at all. Under Ye Feng's powerful spiritual perception, all of his movements could be clearly detected by Ye Feng.

Most importantly, Ye Feng seemed to have seen through him; he never engaged in close combat.

This made the demon feel like he had power but nowhere to use it.

Annoyance, anger, and a whole host of other emotions welled up inside me.

"You little bastard!"

"Get down here!" Demon Sha roared, landing on the ground and gazing into the void.

Suddenly, the night wind opened its eyes!

Buzz! A terrifying sword intent erupted, so sharp it seemed to blind the demon's eyes.

Tear! Before the sword move could even be made, the demon's robe was already torn apart by the sword intent.

"Not good!" Demon Sha turned and ran.

"Demon-Slaying Sword Technique!"

"Boom!"

A sword gust of wind, hundreds of meters long, fell from the void, tearing a deep gash in the ground.

"Ah!!!" Demon Fiend screamed as his body was swallowed up by the sword energy.

The scent of death surged into his heart, and the demon stared at the night wind with resentment and terror.

"Die with regret!" Night Wind said coldly.

The sword light vanished, and with it, the demon's body disappeared as well.