When everyone in the Holy City and tens of thousands of cavalry were frightened by the quasi-sage power erupted by Yang Xingyuan, the whole place was completely silent and silent.
A crisp sound of footsteps resounded at an inappropriate time. In such a quiet environment, it seemed so harsh and loud.
Everyone in the Holy City and tens of thousands of cavalry couldn't help but follow the sound.
I saw that on the eastern land, a figure was coming step by step. It seemed to be walking slowly, but its figure seemed to shrink into an inch, and it was rushing towards it at an extremely fast speed.
"Um?"
The people in the chariot headed by Zhao Qi were also attracted by the strange footsteps. They all looked at the figure coming from the east with doubts on their faces.
They were all quite puzzled. At such an opportunity, someone would come to the Holy City. Who knew who it was from?
Yang Xingyuan, who was standing on the shoulders of the quasi-sacred giant, also noticed the figure coming from the east. He narrowed his eyes and saw that it was a young man with black hair.
When he saw the face of the black-haired young man clearly, his eyes narrowed and he sneered: "It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort to get it. Mu Feng, you brought it to your door yourself!"
"The Supreme Elder! This son is Mu Feng!"
Zhao Lu gritted his teeth and said beside Zhao Qi.
Mo Hu and Zang Dao also looked at Mu Feng with resentful looks on their faces.
"So he is Mu Feng! He is indeed very young!"
Zhao Qi looked at Mu Feng up and down, feeling quite emotional.
Zhao Qi had heard of Mu Feng a long time ago, but he had never seen him before. When he saw him now, he found that he was younger than he thought.
"I thought Cang Hongshen was so stubborn that he might have secretly transferred Mu Feng away from him, but now it seems that he has not done so!"
Mo Hu sneered.
"That's fine! If he doesn't leave, then we will have to take revenge!"
Zang Dao grinned with a cruel smile.
On the other hand, the faces of Cang Hongshen, Xiang Rui and Yu Luan changed drastically. They did not expect that Mu Feng did not leave as planned, but instead threw himself into a trap and died today.
"Mu Feng! You...why are you so confused..." Cang Hong was so angry that his voice became sharp, and he looked like he hated iron.
If he hadn't been suppressed by Yang Xingyuan's quasi-sacred realm, he might have pounced on Mu Feng and escaped with Mu Feng.
But now he can't do it at all. The pressure of the quasi-sacred realm is too terrifying, and he can only barely bear it.
Mu Feng looked at Cang Hongshen and sighed softly: "Master Chief Assistant! I told you a long time ago that I have a solution, but you don't believe me, so I can only make peace with you!"
Cang Hong sighed deeply, but stopped talking. It was too late to say anything now.
Now that Mu Feng is here, he can't leave.
And he also understood that the hope of the Holy Dynasty was completely ended.
Mu Feng is the monster who has the best hope of reviving the Holy Dynasty, but now that Mu Feng is going to die here, the Holy Dynasty will never be able to find another Mu Feng.
As for the solution Mu Feng said, Cang Hongshen didn't believe it at all.
He didn't believe it before, but now after seeing Yang Xingyuan's terror, he doesn't believe it even more.
Yang Xingyuan looked down at Mu Feng, but laughed loudly and said: "Interesting, really interesting! Mu Feng, it seems that you were originally arranged to leave, but you didn't expect to dare to come and die!"
Mu Feng looked at Yang Xingyuan calmly and said, "Death?
Since I appear here, it means that I am not here to die, but to stop you! Yang Xingyuan, if you advance to the Holy Master, I will not appear, but you are only a Quasi-Saint. To me,
It’s not that big of a threat.”
As soon as these words came out, Yang Xingyuan was stunned, Zhao Qi, Zhao Lu and others were also stunned, Cang Hongshen and others were also stunned.
No one expected that Mu Feng would dare to say such big words in the face of a quasi-sage like Yang Xingyuan. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
"Hmph! You don't know how to live or die, how dare you speak harshly to me when you are about to die?"
Yang Xingyuan snorted coldly, stamped his foot, and the huge pressure of the quasi-sacred realm began to crush Mu Feng.
Bang! Mu Feng groaned, his knees bent slightly, and his spine was bent under the pressure.
"Tsk! You're so humble, but you're still talking nonsense, saying you're going to stop me?
Where do you get the courage and confidence?"
Yang Xingyuan sneered and said sarcastically.
Mu Feng's performance immediately caused tens of thousands of cavalry to burst into laughter, and Zhao Qi on the chariot shook his head and said: "This boy's talent is indeed strong, but his character is really not good.
With such a mind, no matter how talented you are, you can easily die young!"
Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and Zang Dao even sneered again and again. The three of them suffered a big loss at the hands of Mu Feng last time, and now that they saw Mu Feng being defeated, they naturally felt happy.
And more people felt that this Mu Feng was just in vain. It was incredible that such an idiot could defeat the seven coalition forces in the first place.
"Hey..." Cang Hong sighed deeply and couldn't bear to look at it, his heart was full of despair.
"Get off here!"
Yang Xingyuan stretched out his right hand, palm down, facing Mu Feng's direction, and slowly lowered it.
Immediately, the giant formed in the quasi-sacred realm also raised its huge palm and slowly lowered it towards where Mu Feng was.
The terrifying pressure was all concentrated on Mu Feng's side. It could be seen that with Mu Feng as the center, the ground continued to collapse downwards.
"This kid is finished!"
Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao and others had sneers on their faces, while Zhao Qi showed no interest. Mu Feng was so stupid that he was very disappointed.
Cang Hongshen and the others had sad faces and wanted to move, but were suppressed by Yang Xingyuan's pressure.
Bang! The moment the huge palm fell, a terrifying wave of air swept in all directions.
Tens of thousands of cavalry retreated one after another, but many people were still knocked off their feet by the blow, and some were seriously injured directly.
The northern wall of the Holy City was completely shattered into powder, and many defenders died unexpectedly. Cang Hongshen, Yu Luan, Xiang Rui and other masters flew out upside down, bleeding from their orifices, and looked very embarrassed.
When everyone thought Mu Feng was dead, the expression on Yang Xingyuan's face became serious, and he stared down at the place where the giant hand fell.
Boom! A terrifying momentum rose into the sky, and then, the huge palm transformed from the quasi-sacred realm suddenly collapsed.
Yang Xingyuan staggered a few steps, steadied the quasi-sacred giant beneath him, and stared downwards.
A huge deep pit had been formed where Mu Feng was, and two figures were standing in the pit.
One of them was Mu Feng, and in front of Mu Feng stood another purple figure that was more than ten feet tall.
If you look closely, you will see that this purple figure is covered in purple scales, with a long purple tail behind it, and its entire body exudes an extremely strange purple evil energy, reaching straight into the sky.
What shocked Yang Xingyuan even more was that the aura emanating from the Zilin giant that suddenly appeared was not weaker than him, and was even stronger than him.
There is no doubt that this Zilin giant is also a genuine quasi-sage.