Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

2Qi Ling was extremely arrogant and reckless in Yunhe City. Apart from the people of Force of Sovereign Level, he didn't put anyone in his eyes.     2

    

However, at this moment, he was scolded by someone, "Get lost!" Furthermore, he was a follower who was only at the Astral Martial Stage Level Six. The man didn't even look at him directly, as if he was looking down on him.    

    

Because of this, Qi Ling was furious. His sharp gaze was aimed at Han Feng, causing everyone's heart to tremble. This kid was going to suffer.    

    

"Help me discipline my follower. You think you can do it?" Youmeng was getting impatient. Putting aside the fact that Han Feng had helped her a lot, she had never treated him as a follower. Even if he was really a follower, it would not be Qi Ling's turn to discipline him.    

    

"Miss Youmeng, I respect you, but you must not be shameless. If not for your good looks, perhaps the one I discipline is not him. It's you. " Qi Ling's words were direct, causing many people to gnash their teeth in anger. This detestable Qi Ling had actually insulted their goddess with his words. Youmeng.    

    

The follower behind Qi Ling released an intense sharpness, as if there was a cold light circulating around his body. Everyone's eyes sparkled. It seemed like Miss Youmeng was going to suffer a huge loss this time.    

    

"That little follower, quickly kneel down and kowtow to Young Master Qi Ling to admit your mistake. If Miss Youmeng is implicated, I will definitely kill you!" At this moment, a loud shout was heard. It was a young swordsman who also practiced sword arts.    

    

"That's right. If anything happens to Miss Youmeng, your death is not to be regretted!" Another person spoke to Han Feng as well. Both of them had the same intention. They actually wanted Han Feng to admit his mistake to Qi Ling. Otherwise, if something were to happen to Miss Youmeng... It was Han Feng's fault.    

    

This logic seemed very absurd. Qi Ling wanted to bully Miss Youmeng. It was not Han Feng's fault that he was stopped by Han Feng, but these two could not really offend Qi Ling. However, they could not just sit and watch Miss Youmeng get bullied. So... They cast their gazes on Han Feng, thinking that it was Han Feng's fault.    

    

It was true that if Han Feng kowtowed to Qi Ling and admitted his mistake, all conflicts might be resolved. However, this was not Han Feng's fault. Was it possible for Han Feng to admit his mistake?    

    

"Shut up!" Youmeng cast a hostile glance at the two people, causing their expressions to flash. "Miss Youmeng, we are doing this for your own good."    

    

"Asking my followers to kowtow and admit their wrongs for my own good?" Youmeng smiled coldly. The two of them still wanted to defend themselves. However, Han Feng's Magic Eyes looked at them. In an instant, a wave of tiredness hit them. They circulated the Vital Energy Power, trying to raise their spirits. However, they couldn't break free. In front of them... A strange world appeared. It was completely different from the previous scene.    

    

"What's going on? Where are we?" The young swordsman patted the hand of the person beside him, but no one responded. He was confused. He turned his head and saw that the person next to him was smiling coldly at him. His eyes were red and his mouth was wide open like a bloody mouth. He wanted to swallow the young swordsman.    

    

The young swordsman immediately panicked. His good friend had turned into a devil. If he wanted to take his life, he naturally wouldn't give up. He waved his long sword. The tearing light fell on the devil's body and directly killed it.    

    

At this moment, the surrounding scene changed again, and it turned back to the original scene. His long sword was stained with blood, but the person beside him collapsed on the ground, blood flowing non-stop, and there was a long and deep sword scar on his body.    

    

"Yes, I killed him?" The young swordsman muttered to himself. He could not believe what was happening in front of him. This was his best brother. The two of them had been practicing martial arts together for nearly twenty years. How could they have died at his hands?    

    

However, his brother had turned into a devil earlier.    

    

Everyone looked at the young swordsman with strange eyes. Apparently, they thought that this swordsman had gone crazy. He suddenly attacked the people around him, and after killing them, he seemed to have no idea what had happened. Could he have gone crazy?    

    

"Impossible, impossible!" The young swordsman cried out in shock. In an instant, Han Feng's Magic Eyes appeared in his mind. He immediately pointed at Han Feng and said, "It's you, it's you who killed my brother!"    

    

"What a joke! I'm standing right here! A few dogs are barking around me. How am I supposed to escape? It was you who killed your own brother. Everyone knows that... You want to frame me at this moment? Isn't that too childish?" Han Feng sneered.    

    

"It's your eyes that are filled with confusion!" The young swordsman shouted. Previously, he was clearly in an illusion, but this illusion seemed to be too real, like a real world.    

    

Furthermore, when his brother turned into a devil, he clearly heard a voice coming from the bottom of his heart, telling him to quickly get rid of the devil in front of him. Only then did he attack and kill his brother.    

    

All of this was clearly controlled by someone. If it wasn't Han Feng, who else could it be?    

    

"Alright, don't be noisy." Qi Ling stopped the young swordsman. He wanted to teach Han Feng a lesson. Why did this young man suddenly appear and oppose Han Feng? He, Qi Ling, was already unreasonable enough, but this young man was even more unreasonable. He had killed someone, and in front of everyone, he had framed Han Feng. Wasn't this too clumsy?    

    

"What he said makes sense. I still respect Miss Youmeng very much. If you don't want something to happen to your mistress, I think... Just do as they say and kowtow and admit your mistakes." Qi Ling said indifferently, with a tone and manner as if it was a matter of course. It was as if he was the master of everything here.    

    

"Let something happen to me, Qi Ling. I'm warning you, this is a Divine King Realm. Take these useless followers and get the hell out of here! Or else... With the arrival of a Divine King Realm messenger, you won't be able to escape death. " Youmeng said coldly. These few people from the Disordered Sword Sect were all very powerful. If she cultivated her Dao Reasoning skill to the maximum, she would be able to fight Qi Ling. Unfortunately, she failed in the end, and was unable to fight Qi Ling. Once these people swarmed him, he would be able to defeat them all. Han Feng might be at a disadvantage.    

    

Therefore, Youmeng brought out a Divine King Realm, and hoped that Qi Ling could resolve this matter on the account of a Divine King Realm.    

    

"This is only the World Monolith. The Divine King Realm passageway has yet to appear, so the Divine King Realm Mr Envoy won't blame me. So what if this place is really a Divine King Realm? I have the right to enter the Divine King Realm, and this kid... He is just a follower, and he doesn't need to be attached to me. Even if he dies... Qi Ling's eyes were sharp. Even if he was a Divine King Realm, he would still care about his status and status. The 36 Minor Divine King were not responsible for announcing the equality of all living beings. He believed that even if he was a Divine King Realm... It would be a piece of cake for him to kill one of his followers.    

    

"I have seen shameless people in my life. You can be ranked first." Han Feng said with an indifferent and mocking tone, causing Qi Ling's expression to freeze, "What did you say?"    

    

"I said you are shameless. Why? Do you like it?" Han Feng said with a faint smile. His expression was calm. He did not show any signs of anger or panic because of the encirclement of Qi Ling and the others. And... Qi Ling's violent temper formed a sharp contrast.    

    

This scene naturally fell into Youmeng's eyes. She thought to herself that Han Feng's mentality was extraordinary. Qi Ling's personality was not in Han Feng's eyes at all. The two of them were at different heights and could not be compared at all.    

    

If Qi Ling knew that Han Feng actually disdained him, he did not know if he would immediately go berserk.    

    

"Looks like you are courting death! A Astral Martial Stage Level Six dares to speak to me like this!" Qi Ling roared furiously. He gave the order, and in an instant, his followers unleashed a terrifying might. They pressed down on Han Feng, as if they wanted to kill him on the spot.    

    

"You are the one who is seeking death!" The Devil Dao symbols on Han Feng's body were shining brightly. He was like a demon god that had descended to the earth, and his terrifying aura had actually suppressed the might of these followers. This caused everyone to reveal a surprised expression, and they felt that it was very interesting.    

    

"Looks like this youth isn't someone easy to deal with. I wonder who he is, and where he came from."    

    

"No matter where he came from, he is still only an Astral Martial Stage Level Six warrior. Under the pressure of the Disordered Sword Sect's god 's favored, he will die for sure."    

    

Everyone was discussing amongst themselves, but it was obvious that they didn't think highly of Han Feng. The gap of three minor realms was just too great. Who could surpass him?    

    

Rumble!    

    

Just as everyone thought that a good show was about to happen, the World Monolith suddenly began to shake. Divine light erupted as a dazzling radiance illuminated the sky and sprinkled down. This Boundary Stone actually had incomparably dazzling symbols flickering about, as if it was an ancient stone tablet that suppressed all deities in the world.    

    

"Even though this monolith isn't as intelligent as the Heaven Connecting Monument, it is still extraordinary." Han Feng thought to himself. This Boundary Stone should have been complete, but it was split into several pieces, standing in the Six Directions City as the symbol of Divine King Realm.    

    

At the same time, this Boundary Stone was also the passageway to the Divine King Realm.    

    

The runes on the Boundary Stone spun faster and faster, densely packed, as if they were interweaving into a series of illusionary and obscure patterns. Finally, these patterns overlapped, forming a beam of light that broke through the space.    

    

The beam of light continued to grow bigger and bigger. The opened space also began to expand. It was wrapped in chaotic energy. Even Han Feng's Magic Eyes could not see it clearly.    

    

"The divine ability to create a world of its own. How terrifying." Han Feng could also create a small space in his previous life, but he couldn't create a world of his own. This was a great divine ability that could only be created by someone who wasn't at the Martial Emperor.    

    

In comparison, the cultivation ground that Sovereign Tianyu had created was merely a drop in the ocean. It would require an unknown amount of effort and effort to activate the power of the Spatial Divine Crest to create a small world.    

    

"Divine King Realm, open!" A bright voice sounded out from the chaos. Then, numerous figures stepped out, holding the feather in their hands. It was like a symbol of status, noble and inviolable.    

    

"The envoys of Divine King Realm are actually all Elemental Martial Stage Level Six and Level Seven." Han Feng's eyes sparkled. Such a force was indeed very terrifying in Six Directions City.    

    

"Hmph, the Divine King Realm has opened, I'll let you live for now. You better not step into the Divine King Realm, otherwise, you won't be able to live. You can't die!" Qi Ling coldly harrumphed. No matter how brave he was, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble in front of the Divine King Realm emissary.    

    

The figures of the god 's favored were walking slowly ahead. First of all, they were the god 's favored with the token. They proudly brought their followers into the god 's favored, feeling proud of themselves.    

    

"Miss Youmeng, is this your follower?" When it was Youmeng's turn, one of the emissaries asked in a polite tone.    

    

"No." Youmeng smiled and said, "He is my friend and he is not my follower."