Marshal Moto was horrified:
"How is this possible? How can your body rival mine?!"
Ye Feng frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied.
He didn't know that Marshal Moto was a physical cultivator, so he was a little dissatisfied with his punch.
"Your body is quite strong."
Ye Feng sighed softly.
“But I’m going to use other powers.”
Ye Feng took the ancient black gold ring from the Xiantian God Tower from the ornament on his chest, put it on the middle finger of his right hand, with a faint smile on his face.
Marshal Moto's expression changed, and as he looked at the ancient black gold ring, an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
The punch just now used up almost 80% of his strength. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't be that strong.
Will Ye Feng be able to improve a lot if he wears a black ring now?
Marshal Motto was skeptical.
The next moment, Ye Feng's fist hit him in the face.
Marshal Moto hurriedly resisted and stretched out his hand to block the punch.
The next moment, an indescribable force came from that ordinary fist, and his palm was shattered in an instant.
The force of the fist remained unchanged as it struck him hard on the head.
Marshal Moto's palm was embedded in his face.
It looks extremely scary.
Ye Feng looked at his fist and was a little surprised.
This was the first time he used the power of the ancient black gold ring, and even then he only used a very small part of it. He had originally planned to use it gradually to test it.
I didn't expect that Marshal Moto was so resistant to beatings!
"Are you still okay? I just used a small amount of my strength. If you're not dead, get up and squeak. I'll increase my firepower and hit you a few more times."
Ye Feng kicked Marshal Moto, who was lying motionless on the ground, and spoke unhappily.
Marshal Moto didn't dare to move at all at this time, for fear of angering such a killing god. When he heard that Ye Feng was going to throw two more punches, his eyes went dark.
General Hamo came to Ye Feng tremblingly and threw two punches, just two punches!
Marshal Moto, who had been so arrogant just now, now looked like a dead body.
"Sir... so fierce"
General Hamo praised from the side.
This time it definitely came from the heart, and the strength was truly terrifying.
Ye Feng sighed softly:
"Is there anyone who can do this? This guy is too weak. I want to continue testing my strength."
"Sir, this... maybe not. After returning to the Demon Realm, you can find some strong people in the Demon Tower to practice with. Wouldn't that reveal your strength?"
General Hamo wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. The strongest man in the demon camp was pinned to the ground by you.
Now who in the demon camp can be your opponent, and who is worthy of being your opponent.
Ye Feng nodded helplessly, and threw many storage rings to General Hamo:
"I see you're quite free, go help me collect the bodies of the dead demon soldiers."
General Hamo's face was full of smiles, and he nodded quickly in agreement.
In his eyes, Ye Feng at this moment was at least a supreme-level being, or even higher... a quasi-emperor!
Not everyone can pin down the supreme Marshal Moto to the ground, even if he is a supreme being whose cultivation is suppressed by the power of heaven and earth.
Ye Feng squatted down with some boredom and pulled Marshal Moto's hand away from his sunken face.
Looking at his sponge-like palm, Ye Feng curled his lips. He was both clumsy and playful.
Just when he was about to use the ancient black gold ring to take this guy in, he suddenly found that he couldn't take him in.
Not dead!
Ye Feng twisted his wrist, glad that he was not dead.
Afterwards, Ye Feng once again used a little more power from the ancient black gold ring and smashed it heavily on Marshal Moto's chest.
"boom"
With a loud bang, the ground where Marshal Moto was located completely sank, forming a huge pit.
Marshal Moto's chest was pierced, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs seemed to be popping out, his originally sunken face recovered a little at this moment, and blood flowed out as if free.
His eyes were fixed on Ye Feng. He didn't understand why, why!
Why is Ye Feng so mean?
To be so cruel as to treat a person who could hardly move and was no different from a corpse.
“He’s not dead after all!”
When Ye Feng saw that Marshal Moto's eyeballs were still moving, a look of pride appeared on his face.
"Playing dead doesn't work with me!"
But soon, Ye Feng discovered something wrong. Why did this Marshal Moto have two sets of skins?
I saw that under the broken skin, there was a layer of relatively intact skin.
Ye Feng looked at this scene and fell into self-doubt. Could it be that this was a special structure of the demon clan?
Never mind, just peel it open.
In order to respect human rights, Ye Feng still asked Marshal Moto for his opinion. If he didn't say anything, it meant that he agreed.
With Marshal Moto's consent, Ye Feng had no more scruples and tore off that layer of skin fiercely.
The skin was as transparent as a cicada's wing and was easily torn off Marshal Moto's body.
Feeling so relieved, Ye Feng quickly peeled off the skin from Marshal Moto.
Ye Feng looked at the other face beneath this layer of skin and found it quite interesting.
It was a completely different face. The most important thing was that since this layer of skin was peeled off, the demonic aura on Marshal Moto had disappeared completely.
"You are not Marshal Moto."
Ye Feng had a faint smile on his face. How could it be possible for him to be the commander of the demon camp without demon blood?
Combined with the fact that Marshal Moto has this layer of skin that gives him the aura of demon blood, it is hard for Ye Feng not to think of the story of murder and robbery, and wearing human skin to impersonate.
Marshal Moto seemed to want to say something, but his injuries were too severe. When he opened and closed his mouth, only blood flowed out and the sound of "hehe" could be heard.
"Don't force yourself. There's actually no need to introduce yourself. I can get the information I need from your storage ring."
Ye Feng patted Marshal Moto's shoulder and began to grope his body with his hands.
Except for a piece of cloth left to cover Marshal Moto's key parts, Ye Feng stripped off the rest.
Ye Feng took Marshal Moto's storage rings in his palm, and then gently touched them with the ancient black gold ring.
A world force spread out from the ancient black gold ring, instantly erasing the soul mark on the storage ring.
Marshal Moto felt that the mark of his soul on the storage ring was gone. His eyes widened and he stretched out his hand with difficulty to pull Ye Feng away.
There seemed to be a hint of pleading in his eyes, either give him a quick death, or don't check his storage ring now.
This is like a person's browser history, which cannot be shown to others during his lifetime.
But will Ye Feng take this guy's feelings into consideration?
You’re dreaming!
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