"I don't like others telling me what to do; that's my right," Gu Yifeng said calmly, his tone indifferent, as if he were merely stating a trivial matter.
A cold glint flashed in the depths of Luo Lei's eyes. He stared at Gu Yifeng, remained silent for a moment, and then said coldly, "Since you are so stubborn, I have nothing more to say. I will just send you to hell to repent."
As soon as Luo Lei finished speaking, his figure suddenly transformed into a ball of golden flame and shot towards Gu Yifeng like a meteor. His speed far exceeded that of other martial artists of the same realm.
"Sizzle..." A sizzling sound came from the void. Luo Lei's hand grabbed Gu Yifeng's shoulder, as if he had caught his prey. However, Gu Yifeng's face did not show any panic. Instead, he showed an interesting expression.
"Hmm?" Lore felt that what he was holding was a bit strange, it didn't seem to be flesh and blood. He frowned, then clenched his fist tightly, preparing to crush the person in front of him.
Several violent explosions rang out, and suddenly, a dazzling light, like divine radiance, shone from Gu Yifeng's robes. An incomparably terrifying aura swept out, and boundless pressure enveloped the space.
Lore's expression froze. He felt as if his palm was being crushed by a giant mountain, unable to move an inch. Even the slightest movement was incredibly difficult. His bones creaked and he groaned in pain. His face turned red, clearly enduring immense pain.
At that moment, everyone's hearts trembled, and their faces showed undisguised shock.
This boy is terrifying!
"Ah..." A hysterical roar came from Lore's throat. Then, Lore's body grew wildly, transforming into a golden demon bird that was a hundred meters tall and more than ten meters long. Its whole body was shining with golden light, and its feathers were like those forged from Vajra, exuding a sharp sword intent.
A strange light flashed in Gu Yifeng's eyes. The Golden-Winged Roc was a metal-attribute demonic beast with pure and domineering power, and its defense was also very strong.
At this moment, Luo Lei's state had reached its peak. He swung his claw at Gu Yifeng, the golden claw tearing through space and emitting a sharp, piercing whistling sound, as if it were about to tear the sky apart.
Seeing the sharp claw, a dazzling purple-gold light flashed in Gu Yifeng's eyes, and a terrifying aura was released from his body. He leaped into the sky, spun around, and threw out his right fist. A dragon's roar echoed in all directions.
"Thump..." The moment the dragon's roar fell, Luo Lei's claws collided with Gu Yifeng's fist, producing a deafening sound. A hideous wound was torn open on Gu Yifeng's arm, with flesh turned outwards and blood gushing out, a shocking sight.
Loree's body also retreated, but he still maintained a stable posture.
"This..." Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene of the collision between the two, their faces full of astonishment. It was already easy to see who won and who lost in this clash.
Luo Lei held an absolute advantage. Although he did not activate his Yuan Soul with that move, its attack power far exceeded that of an ordinary Yuan Emperor at the peak of the sixth level. Not to mention that the person in front of him was only at the third level of the Yuan Emperor realm. The difference was huge, and he was bound to die!
However, when they carefully observed Gu Yifeng's face, they found that his expression remained calm and composed, as if he had not been affected in the slightest, as if this attack posed no threat to him at all.
"How is this possible?" Everyone's faces showed utter shock and disbelief.
They had witnessed the power of that move firsthand, yet Gu Yifeng remained unharmed. No wonder he dared to boast that he would kill everyone else; he was confident of victory.
"His physical strength is terrifying!" the man murmured. He finally understood what Gu Yifeng meant when he said, "You are worthy to be my opponent." At this moment, he felt ashamed and wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it.
"Is anyone else here?" Gu Yifeng asked, scanning the crowd.
The crowd fell silent, not one daring to meet his gaze.
"You've won," the man said in a low voice, his tone tinged with dejection. He had suffered a crushing defeat today and would surely become a laughingstock, with no hope of ever rising again.
"Get lost," Gu Yifeng said indifferently.
The man's figure flickered and disappeared into the void in an instant. After all, this was the Desolate Tower, and they could not truly fight Gu Yifeng to the death.
Seeing the man leave, Gu Yifeng's lips curled into a wicked smile. He glanced at the surrounding crowd and said, "You all should get lost too, or you'll all die."
"Wow..." Many people's faces fell immediately upon hearing Gu Yifeng's words. This guy is so arrogant. Does he think this is still a desolate tomb?
He took advantage of his position in the desolate tomb to defeat one person by chance, and thought he could run rampant?
Gu Yifeng added, "If they don't leave, I'll have to personally drive them away. I don't mind killing a few to take the fall."
Upon hearing this, the crowd's faces darkened completely. They glared angrily at Gu Yifeng, who dared to tell them to get lost—this was far too arrogant.
"Your Excellency is far too arrogant." An older, powerful figure spoke up. He was ranked seventeenth on the Desolate Domain Ranking. Although his ranking was relatively low, he was still among the top twenty. He had never suffered such an insult before.
"Do you want to fight?" Gu Yifeng looked at the old man and spoke calmly, his tone still indifferent, as if he didn't take the old man seriously.
"Hmph, you underestimate me too much!" the man sneered, taking a step forward. Instantly, an extremely sharp aura swept out, and wisps of blade wind swept through the entire space.
"Is this his strongest offensive technique?" Many people stared at the old man's attack. The old man formed hand seals, and terrifying spiritual energy gathered. Above his head, swords appeared, clanging and ringing, as if they contained destructive power. Each sword shone with dazzling light, as if it could cleave the heavens and the earth.
"The Heaven-Slaying Technique!" Many people's gazes toward the old man suddenly became more solemn. This technique is extremely adept at attacking, easily breaking through the opponent's defenses, and the attacks become more powerful the further one progresses.
Gu Yifeng looked up at the countless swords and blades rushing towards him, his expression still calm and composed. He stretched out his left hand and extended it forward. Brilliant beams of light from the rules swirled in front of his palm, transforming into a silver longbow. The bowstring trembled, and a silver arrow was born.
Gu Yifeng drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his fingers lightly touching the bowstring. A buzzing sound rang out, and the silver arrow on the longbow emitted a dazzling holy light before shooting forward with a whoosh.
"call out!"
The silver arrow pierced through all obstacles and landed beside the old man. His heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale. He quickly moved to the side to dodge the silver arrow.
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