It has to be said.
The ancient killing formation that the old weasel obtained after falling off Tiger Cliff is indeed formidable.
Even a master like Zhao Tianding, who was almost at the level of a Martial Emperor, nearly perished.
Within the great formation, a murderous aura filled the air.
They converge to form countless towering mountains, pressing down from the sky, displaying a myriad of magnificent phenomena that inspire awe and fear.
On the earth, the Yellow River winds its way through thousands of miles of sand, roaring and rolling to the ends of the earth.
Looking out, there was nothing but an endless expanse, with countless wind blades sweeping in like the wrath of the wind god, their mournful roars filling one with despair.
At this moment, Zhao Tianding was furious and looked somewhat disheveled. His purple-gold crown was broken, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.
His magnificent purple-gold python robe was torn in many places by the killing intent of the formation, making him look like a defeated general in tattered clothes.
He originally intended to kill the old weasel, but when he saw Ye Feng barge in, his eyes immediately narrowed, burning with hatred, and he glared at Ye Feng with gritted teeth.
"Ye Feng, you killed my brother."
"I will avenge this grudge today. I will first cut off your head to appease my brother's spirit in heaven."
"Go kill that old beast again."
Ye Feng let out a cold snort.
"Enough with the nonsense, you are not worthy to be the Guardian God King."
"Today I shall execute you to give the people an explanation."
Ye Feng thrust his large iron spear at Zhao Tianding with lightning speed, his eyes cold as lightning, his attack domineering and ruthless.
Zhao Tianding's cultivation level far exceeds that of the peak of the ninth rank of Martial King, and is already infinitely close to the realm of Martial Emperor.
It's close enough to be earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.
A broken Yin-Yang Mirror sits atop his head, occasionally emitting a wisp of mysterious light that can illuminate countless mountains and rivers.
It opened its mouth and spat out a copper lamp, the wick burning with a jet-black flame.
It formed the phantom of a black, ferocious dragon and pounced towards Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, this bronze lamp of mine is a top-grade treasure obtained from a secret realm. The wick is made from the tendon of a vicious dragon that has cultivated for more than five hundred years. I will refine you into corpse oil and seal it inside the bronze lamp."
"May you suffer a fate worse than death, and may the wick burn eternally."
The magical artifacts in this world, from lowest to highest level, are spiritual artifacts, treasure artifacts, Dao artifacts, immortal artifacts, and the highest level, divine artifacts.
On Earth, where spiritual energy is depleted, even spiritual artifacts are extremely rare, let alone higher-level treasure artifacts.
"So noisy!"
puff!
Ye Feng strode forward and, unexpectedly, struck Zhao Tianding across the face with a slap from a distance, disfiguring half of his face and sending his chin flying.
The Yin-Yang Mirror above his head was shattered.
The large iron spear in his hand easily pierced through the bronze lamp.
The faint flame flickered for a moment before going out instantly.
This powerful and domineering strike shattered Zhao Tianding's two protective magical artifacts.
After all, these were some broken and dilapidated magical artifacts, and their power was far less than it had been in its prime.
Zhao Tianding was horrified, blood dripping from his chin, and he retreated as fast as lightning.
He then unleashed more than a dozen protective magical artifacts with both hands.
The bronze tower, the Great Luo Umbrella, the Vajra Flame Spear, the Hun Tian Binding Soul Lock, and an ancient folding fan made of mysterious white bones, among other things.
Although they were all broken and dilapidated ritual implements, and several of them were even replicas.
However, they are all quite powerful, and each one can fetch an astronomical price on the black market, enough to cause a bloodbath.
Ye Feng let out a cold snort, and the mysterious ancient diagram above his head sent down strands of divine light, blocking the attacks of these magical artifacts.
At the same time, two beams of lightning, hundreds of meters long, shot out from his eyes, instantly shattering these magical artifacts.
"Ye Feng, how dare you damage my magic weapon!"
The Guardian God King Zhao Tianding's hair and beard stood on end, his whole body exuding a terrifying killing intent. He had somehow acquired a long sword burning with flames in his hand, and he slashed fiercely at Ye Feng.
In mid-air, a giant fiery dragon hundreds of meters long emerged, its sharp claws reaching out to grab Ye Feng from afar.
The space itself was distorted and twisted by the burning heat, which melted most of the city gate tower.
"A trivial skill."
Ye Feng strode forward and unleashed a powerful punch, so domineering and fierce that the city gate tower, which was about a hundred meters high, collapsed with a crash.
A solid punch landed on Zhao Tianding's head, blowing off his scalp and leaving him covered in blood, staining half the sky red.
He was thrown back hundreds of meters like a sack, crashing into a wall behind him and causing it to collapse, filling the air with dust and sending bricks flying everywhere.
Ye Feng gave his opponent no chance to breathe, taking a step forward and shrinking the distance to an inch, relentlessly pursuing and attacking, swinging his iron fist down fiercely.
Zhao Tianding's head was smashed into a bloody pulp, and his cheekbone was shattered.
"This punch is my way of repaying you on behalf of the old weasel."
Bang!
Another punch landed, smashing his shoulder and most of his body into the ground, creating a deep crater.
"This punch is on behalf of Hongyan and Hong Qianjiao. You severely injured them on Youming Island back then, and today I repay you a hundredfold."
The Guardian God King Zhao Tianding was so angry that he was trembling all over. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from Ye Feng's big hand.
"Ah, Ye Feng... I am the Guardian God-King of Great Xia... How dare you treat me like this... Do you want your entire family to be executed...?"
"Even when death is imminent, he's still putting on airs."
Bang!
Ye Feng's iron fist slammed down, smashing Zhao Tianding's head from the nose down into a bloody mess, and half of his body was smashed into the deep pit.
"This punch is a lesson I taught you on behalf of my countrymen."
"You, as the dignified guardian deity, watched helplessly as enemy warriors invaded our Great Xia, and stood by and watched as Japanese warriors erected that stone tablet that humiliated our people."
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