Sky War God

1'Feng Gan has an extraordinary status, and his Master is a man of high prestige. In the end, Ye Feng still can't kill him,'    3

    

That was what all the people were thinking at the end of the spectacular battle. Ye Feng had fought Son of God and Feng Gan alone and had even defeated them. He had crippled Son of God's cultivation base and had even made Feng Gan kneel on the ground and repent.    

    

However, it all ended with Feng Gan's master's appearance. How could Ye Feng say no?    

    

Almost everyone knew that Feng Gan had the chance to escape death this time. They almost began to feel envy towards him. Even though Feng Gan was defeated in the life-and-death struggle, there were still people who would come to save him.    

    

When Feng Gan heard his master's voice, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He knew he would be saved from Ye Feng's wrath and that he would escape death.    

    

Ye Feng held the spear with one hand and paused for a moment before looking up in the sky. He looked proud of himself, but it seemed like he wasn't willing to just back out easily.    

    

"Senior, do you really want me to let him go?"    

    

Ye Feng asked indifferently. His words were neither servile nor overbearing.    

    

'Is this guy pretending to be stupid?'    

    

Many people thought to themselves as they looked at each other. If it were them, they would immediately do as they were asked if Master from the Martial Mansion requested them. How could they dare to stall like this?    

    

"Yes, please let him go. I will owe you a favor for this one. What do you think?"    

    

The dignified voice offered in exchange. His words rang like bells in everyone's ears as they struck the deepest part of the people's hearts. For them, it was an offer they wouldn't refuse.    

    

Although the voice had such a prestigious status, he seemed to be willing to lower his posture to an extremely low level. Ye Feng was just an outer circle disciple of the Tianxuan Hall, but the fact that Master was able to say such words was already giving Ye Feng a lot of face.    

    

Furthermore, he had promised that he would owe Ye Feng a favor in front of everyone.    

    

"It seems like he really treasures Feng Gan for him to actually lower his pride and save his disciple at the critical moment. Ye Feng will definitely let Feng Gan go now that he gave Ye Feng enough face and an offer as well," someone whispered from the crowd. The people around him nodded in agreement.    

    

The crowd anxiously waited for Ye Feng's response. After all, this Elder was high and mighty, and it was rare for him to appear, especially now for his disciple. Not only that, he even humbly approached the outer circle disciple. This was more than enough.    

    

"What if I don't agree?" Ye Feng suddenly asked.    

    

Just as the crowd thought that he would accept the offer and let go of Feng Gan, his words shattered their expectations.    

    

Some couldn't help but mindlessly stare at Ye Feng with their mouth wide open.    

    

"Is this guy crazy? The people of Martial Mansion are already so lowly, yet he still dares to speak such arrogant words. He really is a rebellious man,"    

    

Someone from the crowd yelled disapprovingly, and many people echoed with him. Ye Feng was being too arrogant. He simply didn't know what was good for him.    

    

"Arrogant! Aren't you going to give me face?"    

    

Indeed, after hearing Ye Feng's words, the dignified voice sounded somewhat angry as it berated him coldly.    

    

With his status, he would never allow such a thing to happen!    

    

"Senior, perhaps in the eyes of many people, you are a god. However, in my eyes, you cannot influence my thoughts, especially when I always follow what my heart tells me. This is a life and death battle, and Feng Gan has lost. He will have to bear the consequences alone."    

    

Ye Feng stated slowly but calmly. He was not willing to be someone's slaved nor be manipulated by others, even if it was from someone with a prestigious status. He would never do something that went against his own conscience.    

    

Feng Gan had tried to kill him many times. The hatred between the two of them had reached a point where they would never rest until one of them died. If he was the one who was defeated today, would Feng Gan spare his life? Feng Gan definitely wouldn't. Given his personality, he would definitely kill Ye Feng without any hesitation.    

    

Now that Ye Feng had the upper hand in this battle, Feng Gan's fate was up for him to decide. Why would Ye Feng let Feng Gan go so easily?    

    

"And so, Feng Gan must die!"    

    

Ye Feng decided. Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent rose from his body, and without a word, he aimed a huge palm print at Feng Gan's head. The power shook the heavens.    

    

"How dare you!"    

    

That voice shouted furiously. It didn't expect Ye Feng to be so dense. He had already humbled himself, but Ye Feng chose to kill his disciple.    

    

The crowd gasped at Ye Feng's conclusion. Ye Feng was simply a madman. He didn't care about who he was speaking to and acted recklessly.    

    

A muffled sound was heard. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Ye Feng's palm landed on Feng Gan's skull, and it instantly exploded. Feng Gan's headless body limply fell to the ground. His flesh flew everywhere under the impact of the attack.    

    

The crowd held their breaths. Only the faint sound of their rapid heartbeats could be heard.    

    

Many of the elders' faces froze. They had never expected such a thing to happen.    

    

No matter how he persuaded, Ye Feng still chose to end Feng Gan's life. All of this was so crazy.    

    

"You killed him?"    

    

It took a long for the dignified voice to speak again. This time, he was terrifyingly calm.    

    

It was hard to imagine how an Alien Minister would get furious, especially when the person who offended this alien minister was only an outer circle disciple of Tianxuan Hall.    

    

"On the life-and-death struggle platform, life and death shall be decided. I believe you can understand this situation,"    

    

Ye Feng looked at the sky and said. His words were as indifferent as before, and his expression was calm and composed.    

    

"I hope that you will perform well in the Martial House Tournament in two months,"    

    

That was the last thing the voice said before it disappeared without making things difficult for Ye Feng. His tone was a bit cold.    

    

Perhaps, for the alien minister, Ye Feng wasn't worthy of its wrath.    

    

The crowd let out a long breath, and they gradually calmed down. Even if it was just a voice, it was enough to scare those who were at a lower cultivation level. That was how powerful the Alien Minister was.    

    

All the emotions the crowd went through today were because of Ye Feng. What he did today on the fighting stage of the Martial Dao Lecture was enough to make his name known across the entire Martial Mansion.    

    

Meanwhile, on the grandstand, a trace of disappointment appeared on Chen Xiangtian and Chen Aotian's faces. They expected that the expert would kill Ye Feng for killing Feng Gan, ​but that person just left.    

    

Chen Xiangtian pondered on the Alien Minister's last words before he left. His eyes glinted with a sharp light. He knew that Feng Gan wasn't the only personal disciple of that person.    

    

Feng Gan was the last to enter the sect. Before him, two other people entered the sect. One of them was the second-ranked expert of the Heavenly Profound Ranking and Qi Condensation List. He was even one rank higher than Chen Aotian, and that person was very powerful.    

    

The other person had already stepped into the True Martial Stage and had become the inner sect Elder of the Martial Mansion. His status was extraordinary.    

    

Besides the three of them, there were also a few other disciples in the inner sect of the Martial Mansion. Currently, they were all extraordinary figures in the Martial Mansion, and most of them had already broken through to the Qi Condensation Realm. Their strength was not something Ye Feng could compare with.    

    

What the expert earlier referred to was the upcoming Martial House Tournament. For sure, his disciples wouldn't let Ye Feng go. If he didn't kill Ye Feng today, there would still be people who would deal with Ye Feng once the Martial House Tournament arrived.    

    

Chen Xiangtan comforted himself with the thought. A cold smile once again emerged on his face.    

    

Meanwhile, on the fighting stage, Ye Feng stood proudly in the middle. He ignored Feng Gan's corpse and turned his attention in the direction of the Tian Ji Hall's camp.    

    

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. They had no idea what he was planning to do next.    

    

"Zhou Mubai, didn't you want to kill me? This is your chance!"    

    

Ye Feng spat out the cold words. His spear was pointing towards a certain person.    

    

Zhou Mubai slightly frowned as he clenched his jaws. It was time to settle the score between him and Ye Feng!    

    

Zhou Mubai got up from his seat, and just as he was about to go fight, Song Xinling pulled him from behind.    

    

"Senior Brother, can you not go?"    

    

A flash of extreme reluctance flashed across Song Xinling's eyes. She looked deeply into Zhou Mubai's eyes with hopes that he would grant her wish.    

    

No matter who wins or loses between Ye Feng and Zhou Mubai, Song Xinling did not want to see such a scene. It would be a blow to her.    

    

Zhou Mubai was the Senior Brother that she admired, and Ye Feng was the friend she had been through a lot in the Emerald Mountain Range. She had always hoped they would get along well in the future.    

    

"Junior Sister, are you afraid that I might kill him?"    

    

A cold light flashed across Zhou Mubai's eyes as he asked her coldly.    

    

He couldn't forget what Wang Loong had said a few days ago when they met at a restaurant. Up to this day, it felt like a knot in his heart.    

    

Whenever he saw Ye Feng, he would be reminded of what Wang Loong said. It was the reason Zhou Mubai had kept his distance from Song Xinling.    

    

Song Xinling frowned. His words made her feel as if her body had fallen into an ice cellar. Her heart froze in fear.    

    

"What are you saying, Senior Brother? I just don't want to see the two of you become irreconcilable enemies,"    

    

Song Xinling explained, but Zhou Mubai sneered and insisted, "Junior Sister, you don't need to hide it in front of me. You like him, right?"    

    

Song Xinling's face froze, and she felt like her heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She kept shaking her head as two lines of tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.    

    

She looked at Zhou Mubai with a trace of despair in her eyes. It was as if she was staring at a stranger, and not the Senior Brother who once spoiled her and loved her. He had become extremely unfamiliar to Song Xinling. He had changed.    

    

"Senior Brother, how can you think of me like that? Ye Feng and I are just friends,"    

    

Song Xinling denied with a croaked voice. She tried to hold back her tears and hoped that Zhou Mubai would not misunderstand her. Her heart could not bear such a blow.    

    

"Enough!"    

    

Zhou Mubai scolded Song Xinling. He turned around and pushed Song Xinling's hand away. He was too heartless.    

    

"This battle is to be expected. If you're going to blame me for killing the person you love, you can leave me now. I don't like dirty women."    

    

He didn't wait for her response and soared into the sky.    

    

Song Xinling couldn't hold the tears anymore. It flowed out of her eyes like a river, and despair filled her heart.    

    

The Senior Brother, whom she admired and respected, not only misunderstood her but also thought that she was an unclean woman. She felt numb as if the sky collapsed and hit her.    

    

'I am bound to die anyway. What's the point of living in this world?'    

    

As tears kept flowing from her eyes, a smile of despair appeared on Song Xinling's pretty face. A shiny dagger suddenly appeared in her hand, and without a second to spare, she stabbed it into her heart.