Accompanied by screams, the red beam of light tore open all the wind defenses of Zhao Yiming, leaving Zhao Yiming with a few bloody holes on his body.

Under severe pain, Zhao Yiming took more than ten steps back, his clothes had been dyed bloody, and his whole body was like a wounded ferocious wolf, staring at Ye Feng coldly and frightenedly, his clenched fist was covered in sweat.

A seemingly random blow made him almost die!

This power... was completely beyond his imagination.

Since obtaining two imperial powers, Zhao Yiming has been eager to kill Ye Feng and regain his glory. As he expected, Ye Feng is no match for him at all. He will have everything again, even more than before.

But now, Ye Feng has become powerful again, and it is stronger than his understanding. What he fantasized is like a dream bubble, shattered!

"I'm unwilling to accept it! I don't believe it!" Zhao Yiming roared and continued to go towards Ye Feng.

"What's the point of an ant's unwillingness? You are just a stepping stone to sharpen my martial arts. Now, you no longer have any meaning of existence!" Ye Feng's expression was cold, and he took a step in the air to avoid Zhao Yiming's attack. A loud slap directly slapped Zhao Yiming in the face.

A snap!

Zhao Yiming's face was twisted, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Before Zhao Yiming could stand firm, Ye Feng approached again and stepped on Zhao Yiming's chest and abdomen.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhao Yiming's chest and abdomen were sunken, and his white bones were exposed.

Bang!

Zhao Yiming hit the ground, and his body was almost beaten to half-battered.

"Now, do you know, I am not something you can defeat. From the moment you plan to be an enemy of me, your fate has been destined!" Ye Feng's expression was cold, and he continued to approach Zhao Yiming, deliberately angering the other party, wanting to force out all of his trump cards.

Although Ye Feng has already broken through the realm, Ye Feng understands that compared to the real emperor's realm, he is afraid he is not an opponent.

Since Zhao Yiming has two original powers of the Imperial Realm, he naturally needs to make good use of them.

sieve!

Ye Feng's Phantom's footwork flashed, and he came to Zhao Yiming's approach, strangled Zhao Yiming's neck, and threw it away.

Looking at Zhao Yiming who fell on the ground again with a ferocious face, Ye Feng said calmly: "It's a waste to use the two original powers of the imperial realm on you. Do you have any last words?"

Ye Feng at this moment was majestic, like a divine weapon.

People from all sides thought that Ye Feng could defeat Zhao Yiming after breaking through the realm, but they absolutely did not expect that Ye Feng could defeat Zhao Yiming with a crushing advantage!

This power was completely beyond their imagination.

"Ye Feng... will not break the upper limit of the half-step emperor's realm, right? Otherwise, this cannot explain why Ye Feng is so powerful! Those are the original powers of the two imperial realms, which are enough to allow Zhao Yiming to have the power to kill all the half-step emperors, but in front of Ye Feng, he was like a native chicken and a tile dog, vulnerable!"

"Ye Feng... is no longer something we can guess!"

"What a terrible aura, I'm sure Ye Feng has surpassed all the half-step imperial realms!"

"The Great Xia Dynasty...has really a monster-like figure!"

"If...if Ye Feng breaks the realm and enters the realm of the realm of the true emperor, do you think Ye Feng will be the opponent of the master of the Great Xia Dynasty? Have I remember the Supreme Guardian said that his disciples will be the king of the new era? Then say so..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and he didn't dare to continue to say the following words.

It is obvious that Ye Feng now not only poses a threat to the Qian family, but also to the masters of the Daxia Dynasty.

In recent years, the master of the Daxia Dynasty has been mysterious, but he still firmly controls all power. The most fundamental reason is that this Majesty is the most powerful existence of the Daxia Dynasty!

If one day someone has the strength to compete with this Majesty, can this Majesty still control the Great Xia Dynasty?

Thinking of this, all the people from all sides shivered and their eyes looking at Ye Feng had some other meanings.

To be honest, in recent years, the prosperity of the Great Xia Dynasty is full of cruelty and blood. The warriors at the bottom are almost like slaves, and the class has been solidified. All the people at the bottom are eager for someone to break this situation.

Inexplicably, a hot gaze gradually emerged.

Would it be better if Ye Feng was to control the Great Xia Dynasty?

As soon as this idea appeared, everyone was shocked!

These subtle changes naturally cannot escape the eyes of the master of the Daxia Dynasty on the high platform.

Almost at the moment when Ye Feng broke through the realm, the eyes under the hole mask of the master of the Great Xia Dynasty became extremely cold.

"The disaster... has been cultivated after all! Since that's the case, then let's destroy it!" A deep murderous intent flashed through the pupils of the master of the Great Xia Dynasty. A stream of energy surged rapidly in his body. A drop of essence and blood hid everyone's eyes and fell directly on Zhao Yiming, a fight between martial arts and fighting, and penetrated into the center of his lungs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly, Zhao Yiming's eyes suddenly opened, his heartbeat increased, and his whole body seemed to fall into a volcano. The blood in his body began to surge violently, and the power of the emperor that had become exhausted became stronger again.

After a breath, Zhao Yiming struggled to get up from the ground, rows of blood flowed from the broken wound, and the breath rose up again.

But this time, cracks began to gradually appear in Zhao Yiming's body.

Obviously, this level of power is not something Zhao Yiming can bear at all.

Every moment, Zhao Yiming's soul and body were torn apart at the same time.

"Ye Feng! I... haven't lost yet! Don't be proud! You will die in my hands after all! Hahahaha!" Zhao Yiming's consciousness began to become chaotic. At this moment, he was more like a manipulated puppet, leaving only endless murderous intent to Ye Feng.

"Hmm?" Ye Feng browed and noticed something was wrong with Zhao Yiming.

Ye Feng opened his purple gold pupils and felt the aura on Zhao Yiming's body.

"Sure enough... you still took action!" Ye Feng took a deep breath, and his heart gradually sank the master of the Daxia Dynasty on the high platform.

The only way to make Zhao Yiming become powerful again in an instant is probably the only one present who can do it.

However, what made Ye Feng feel sad was not Zhao Yiming at this moment, but the murderous intent revealed by His Majesty.

"After all, we have come to this point... Since that's the case, there's nothing to hide!"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes into a gap, spread his five fingers, clasped the Yanhuang sword tightly, pointed the tip of the sword at Zhao Yiming, and said coldly: "Zhao Yiming, you, damn it!"
Chapter completed!