How could the Tibetan king not be heartbroken?
Thump—
The Tibetan king slammed his magic staff heavily into the ground, his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes burning with hatred as he gritted his teeth and said...
"Ye Feng, die!"
“I will use your blood to pay tribute to the spirit of my beloved disciple in heaven.”
The Martial Emperor realm is equivalent to the Yang God among cultivators, which is a level higher than Ye Feng's current Yin God realm.
However, the techniques practiced by martial artists are merely a castrated version of the immortal cultivation methods.
No matter how high one's level of attainment, it cannot make up for this fatal flaw.
It's like a child who has been malnourished since childhood, who, although he is now eighteen, is still pale and thin.
They simply cannot compare with their peers who have received comprehensive nutrition from a young age and who have focused on honing their physical skills.
Bang!
Ye Feng swung the large iron hammer in his hand and smashed it fiercely towards the Tibetan king, accompanied by a deathly whistling sound.
The Tibetan king roared and swung his magic-slaying staff at Ye Feng.
The magic wand was engraved with dense patterns of ferocious beasts, including two-headed venomous snakes, three-legged scorpions, and fire-breathing centipedes, which endowed the rock scepter with powerful energy.
Then he saw the sky filled with poisonous insects flying towards Ye Feng.
These were all poisonous insects that had been refined by the Tibetan king. Their souls were trapped inside the magic staff and were filled with powerful resentment.
When facing the enemy in battle, it can unleash tremendous power.
"court death!"
Suddenly, a beam of purple-gold divine light shot out from Ye Feng's eyes, obliterating the poisonous insects.
Clang!
The hammer fell, smashing the magic staff out of his hand. The Tibetan king screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string...
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