C470 Cut off All of His Limbs!
C470 Cut off All of His Limbs!
In the next moment, Saint King's expression changed completely. It became incomparably ugly, and that terrified expression was clearly expressed on his face. His entire body was trembling continuously, and his face was incomparably pale. He looked at the motionless Ye Feng, and his face was filled with disbelief. He said, "How is this possible? You are at the eighth level of the True Martial, but why is your strength so terrifying?"
Ye Feng didn't say anything. He just looked at the struggling Saint King as if he was looking at a clown. In the past, he, Saint King, was a high and mighty figure. At that time, Ye Feng was just a nobody in his eyes. He couldn't even be bothered to kill Ye Feng himself.
It wasn't until Ye Feng showed his sharp edge in the Emperor Board Dao Discussion, took first place, and killed the son of Saint King, Zhao Xing, that Saint King started to attach importance to Ye Feng. However, Ye Feng had become famous throughout the world after obtaining first place in the Emperor Board Dao Discussion. He also possessed a certain amount of strength, and the Tianxuan Mansion was regarded as the hope of nurturing him in the future.
At that time, Saint King realized that it wasn't easy for him to kill Ye Feng. He began to regret why he didn't kill Ye Feng himself. If that was the case, his son, Zhao Xing, wouldn't have died.
However, Saint King was still proud of himself. He believed that it was only a matter of time before he killed Ye Feng because of his overwhelming power. However... Saint King finally realized how wrong he was. Ye Feng's speed of growth had exceeded his imagination by countless times. In just two years, Ye Feng's growth had gone from being unknown to unknown. A young man who was called a trash in cultivation had grown to a level that Saint King couldn't even hope to reach. What kind of monstrous existence was this?
At this moment, even if Ye Feng stood still and allowed Saint King to attack, he, Saint King, wouldn't be able to do it. He would be easily restrained. At this moment, he felt as if he was being crushed to death by the terrifying pressure. The gap between them couldn't be made up for!
This shocking scene stunned many of the people on the scene. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they looked at Ye Feng. Especially the people of Zhao State. In their impression, no matter how strong his talent was, he was still a junior. They're not qualified to be compared with these big shots.
However, the scene in front of them made them realize that they were wrong. The strength of this young man in front of them had grown to an unimaginable extent. Even the powerful Saint King was like an ant in front of him, he was easily controlled. Such strength couldn't be described as pure strength.
Ye Feng didn't care about the gazes of the crowd. His cold eyes were fixed on Saint King's face. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, as if it could pierce through Saint King's body. This caused Saint King's body to tremble violently once again. He said, "Let go of me. Otherwise, Holy Envoy won't let you go! "
Saint King knew that he was no match for Ye Feng, so he lifted the two middle-aged black robe men behind him, trying to force Ye Feng to back off.
However, Ye Feng acted as if he didn't hear what he said. He said coldly, "Holy Envoy? Who do you think you are? Today, you killed my fellow comrades and injured me, Friends. Those who participated in this battle, don't even think about leaving this place alive! "
Ye Feng's voice was incomparably powerful. There was an overbearing tone in his voice. He said, "Those who participated in this battle, don't even think about leaving this place alive!"
That voice was filled with confidence. Many of the cultivators from the Royal Family Clan were stupefied. Immediately after, a mocking expression appeared on their faces.
They knew how powerful the two Holy Envoy were. Even an ordinary A powerful warrior of the Divine Martial Realm was no match for such a person, let alone a junior like Ye Feng.
If Holy Envoy attacked, how could Ye Feng live?
"Kacha!"
However, before the crowd could think about anything, they heard the sound of bones breaking. In the next moment, a miserable shriek was heard.
The crowd turned around and saw an ice-cold light. An arm flew out from Saint King's body and blood gushed out from the wound.
Saint King's body trembled violently. His face turned pale as he looked at the bleeding wound. He never thought that after he mentioned Holy Envoy's name, Ye Feng would still cut off one of his arms.
At this moment, many people were stunned. No matter what, Saint King was the king of the dynasty and had supreme authority. Now that his arm had been cut off by Ye Feng, they couldn't accept it.
"This arm was cut off by my parents. Back then, you used despicable means to frame my parents. Now, it's time to settle the score!"
Ye Feng looked at Saint King, who was still recovering, and said coldly. His eyes were filled with coldness.
When the crowd heard Ye Feng's words, their hearts trembled. It was as if their memories had returned to twelve years ago. Marshal Ye Zhen's figure involuntarily appeared in their minds.
The matter of Saint King framing Ye Zhen. It was no longer a secret in Imperial City. It had been known by everyone. Now that Ye Feng had gotten his revenge, it wasn't an exaggeration to cut off one of Saint King's arms.
As soon as his voice faded, the crowd saw another brilliant ray of light. Blood was shed. Saint King let out a miserable cry. His remaining arm wasn't spared either, and it was forcefully cut off by Ye Feng.
"This arm was cut off by my Ye Family. Back then, the Ye Family was loyal to the Royal Family. Several outstanding generals emerged from our family and made great contributions to the country. However, it was because of you that the Ye Family was destroyed. Ye Feng's men died an innocent death. "
Ye Feng's eyes were like a torch as he spoke coldly. A cold aura seemed to be unleashed from his body, causing the surrounding space to become cold. Many people couldn't help but shiver.
Saint King's body kept trembling. The force that had restrained his body had disappeared. He couldn't help but step back. His eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Ye Feng, but his mouth was still filled with resentment as he said, "Ye Feng, you have cut off my arms. You will die a horrible death!"
"Crack!"
However, as soon as Saint King's voice faded, he heard the sound of metal cutting through the air. It was Saint King's scream!
Hearing this sound, the scalps of many people on the scene went numb. Saint King's arms had already been cut off by Ye Feng. What else could he do?
They couldn't bear to watch any longer. Many of them simply closed their binocular. However, most of them still opened their binocular. They saw that one of Saint King's legs had been cut off by Ye Feng's attack, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly. He was in extreme pain.
"This leg was cut off by my good friend Qin Yanran. As the prince on the spot, Peak Genuine Force Warriors shamelessly bullied the weak and bullied the strong. He attacked Qin Yanran and severely injured her. If I hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable! "
Ye Feng said to Saint King who was on the ground. The hatred in his eyes didn't diminish at all. He knew that the enemy had led experts from Imperial City to Kang Ping Hou. They had created such a massacre to lure him out.
Once he fell into the hands of Saint King and the others, his fate would be much more miserable than Saint King's. Under such circumstances, Ye Feng had shown mercy to Saint King.
"Stop!"
A cold voice was heard. It was a middle-aged black robe man who spoke. No matter what, Saint King had come with the two of them. Now that he had been destroyed by Ye Feng, the two of them had lost all face.
Ye Feng looked at the black robe warrior who had just spoken. Immediately after, he raised his hand. His palm was filled with a cold and sharp Qi, and under the gazes of the crowd, it cut through the sky!
"You dare?!"
Ye Feng ignored his warning and continued attacking Saint King. The black robe middle-aged man was a little angry and shouted at Ye Feng.
However, Ye Feng remained unmoved. That blade-like palm had already landed on Saint King's other leg.
Saint King let out a miserable shriek once again, and he fainted on the spot!
His limbs had been cut off, and he was in such a miserable state. Perhaps, Saint King had never thought that he would end up like this one day.
"The last leg was cut off by these dead comrades. You deserve to have your limbs cut off. Get lost!"
Ye Feng's voice was like thunder, shaking the eardrums of the crowd. Immediately after, he raised his foot and kicked Saint King's broken body.
The huge force caused many low-level cultivators to fall to the ground. When they saw Saint King's miserable state, they felt their scalps go numb. A bone-piercing coldness invaded their bodies, and they couldn't help but shiver.
"What a spicy technique!"
Upon seeing this scene, the hearts of the top experts of Imperial City couldn't help but tremble. Saint King was such a figure. He was an ambitious man, but because he had offended a young man, his limbs had been cut off. If he didn't die in the future, he would be able to survive in this world.
When they thought of this, they couldn't help but imagine if they would receive the same treatment if they offended Ye Feng.