Young Martial God

A powerful force burst out from Du Shan's body. His face was ferocious, and his reaction speed was even faster than before.    

He punched backward, and a golden wheel appeared. It flew out with a terrifying tearing force.    

Crack!    

As soon as a Giant Fist appeared, the golden wheel collapsed and expanded continuously in Du Shan's eyes.    

Ah!    

A wail shook the heavens and shook the earth.    

Du Shan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backwards.    

Ye Zhi retracted his fist and stepped into the void. His cold eyes looked down on the world and looked down upon all living beings. Wherever his vision went, everyone avoided him.    

A sense of reverence surged into everyone's hearts.    

That figure was like a devil god, difficult to stop.    

Nangong Huanxue's eyes trembled slightly as she looked at that figure. The overbearing aura made her somewhat dazed.    

Ting Lan could not help but tremble.    

Ye Zhi's gaze turned to Ye Ling. Under the other party's complicated gaze, he slowly walked over.    

"Fist of Destruction."    

Right at this moment, a furious roar burst out from the shattered void in the distance.    

Bang!    

Du Shan had a ferocious look on his face. Blood flowed all over his face as he dove down. A tall golden spirit floated up from the back and threw a punch at Ye Zhi.    

Bang!    

A violent explosion drowned out the crowd and everything. The entire Great Void Mountain was shaking.    

On the Grand Void Stage, a dense crack had split open. Even a group of martial artists had been swallowed within.    

Countless powerhouses flew down in panic to protect the martial artists of the various sects.    

The golden torrents that filled the sky crushed the void, revealing the barriers deep in the void. It was like the end of the world, the heavens and earth destroyed, only leaving behind a golden fist.    

Ye Zhi stopped. The golden fist rushed towards his back at an incredible speed.    

He saw the worry and concern in Nangong Huanxue's eyes as she trembled. He also saw the complicated look in Ye Ling's eyes.    

A bright smile appeared on Ye Zhi's face.    

He opened his mouth and was speechless.    

However, Nangong Huanxue smiled. Her smile was like an iceberg that had disappeared. Her smile was so happy that tears flowed out of her eyes.    

Ye Ling tightened her grip on Nangong Huanxue's hand. She still did not remember anything, but from Ye Zhi's eyes, she saw a sincere concern.    

A feeling of kinship was born in her heart.    

"This is your ultimate move?"    

Ye Zhi suddenly turned around and faced the fist of destruction. His face was full of ridicule, and his cold voice shook people's hearts.    

Du Shan's heart tightened when he attacked, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.    

Ye Zhi reached out his hand coldly and grabbed the golden fist.    

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, this move was undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.    

But at this time, Ye Zhi's actions stunned everyone. A hint of shock appeared in their eyes.    

That hand looked gentle and slow, but it contained a clear trajectory.    

Bang!    

The hand suddenly grabbed that golden fist.    

In an instant, Ye Zhi's hand was covered by a violent golden light.    

"Go to hell."    

This scene made Du Shan laugh wildly.    

But in the next second, his laughter suddenly stopped, as if his throat was being held by a hand. His face twisted.    

The golden light faded, as if it had been swallowed by a huge mouth.    

Ye Zhi's figure appeared from the light. The golden fist was grabbed by him and could not advance an inch.    

Moreover, the light of the golden fist was weakening rapidly.    

In an instant, it became dim.    

Crack!    

The Giant Fist collapsed and turned into dense light fragments that entered Ye Zhi's palm.    

Peng!    

Du Shan's body froze. Blood spurted out of his mouth. He was swaying and was about to fall from the sky.    

He had lost, and there was no way he could stop him.    

He fought with all his might. He didn't even touch his opponent's clothes.    

Du Shan looked at Ye Zhi with a face full of fear, his heart as if it was dead ashes.    

Sou!    

Ye Zhi suddenly disappeared from where he stood.    

Boom!    

The sky exploded. Before Du Shan could react, he was sent flying backward and fell onto the Great Void Stage. After twitching for a while, he stopped moving. His Qi was extremely weak.    

As the number two figure of Nine Empyrean Palace, a Sixth Tranquil Stage warrior, he couldn't even withstand a single blow.    

The whole place was silent.    

Ye Zhi slowly turned around and swept his cold gaze at Ting Lan.    

Ting Lan stopped and took a few steps back. He looked at Ye Zhi with fear.    

The current her did not have the slightest bit of dignity.    

What Heavenly Spirit Sect Sect Master?    

All of them disappeared, leaving behind only endless shock.    

"Palace Chief, back in the Nine Empyrean Palace, you suppressed me. I have never forgotten this grudge."    

Ye Zhi pursed his lips and revealed a smile.    

His smile contained a powerful coldness that shook the sky. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.    

Ting Lan's body shook violently and his face turned pale. No matter how hard she tried, she could not believe the reality. It had beaten her face and the face of Nine Empyrean Palace to the point where she could not show her face.    

Sect Master of the Misty Spirit Sect looked at Ting Lan, who had fallen into a state of fear, and revealed a mocking look in his eyes.    

The Nine Empyrean Palace was finished.    

"The Tyrant Spirit Sect has risen to power."    

This was what everyone thought. They looked at Ye Zhi with respect, then looked at Qi Dao with envy and jealousy.    

Qi Dao was so excited that he couldn't help but tremble.    

Du Shan was an expert comparable to the ancestors of Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

He was defeated by a disciple of the Tyrant Spirit Sect in such a tough manner.    

After suppressing it for a long time, he had the urge to shout.    

Who said that there was no one left in the Tyrant Spirit Sect?    

Who dared to look down on the Tyrant Spirit Sect?    

Qi Dao was overwhelmed by emotions. He looked at Ye Zhi with burning eyes.    

"Ye... Ye Zhi, you actually..."    

Ting Lan gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Zhi with a trembling voice.    

However, her trembling voice had only just appeared when a cold glint appeared in Ye Zhi's eyes.    

Crack!    

The void cracked. A path extended from where Ye Zhi was standing to Ting Lan.    

Bang!    

Ye Zhi suddenly appeared in front of him and threw a heavy palm at him.    

"Ya ~ ~"    

Ting Lan was unable to stop him as he flew out. An arrow of blood spurted out, and his miserable cries shook the heavens and the earth.    

That sound made the hearts of the Sect Master tighten.    

One must understand that the person who flew out was the Palace Lord of Nine Empyrean Palace.    

"Palace Lord, this palm strike is to take revenge for you suppressing me in Nine Empyrean Palace."    

Ye Zhi shouted coldly, then his figure disappeared.    

Bang!    

Ting Lan did not land on the ground when Ye Zhi suddenly appeared and struck out with his palm.    

A few teeth flew out.    

"This palm is to avenge you for sealing my sister's memory."    

Bang!    

"This palm is to return your arrogance."    

Bang!    

"This palm is to see if you are comfortable."    4

A total of four palm strikes. That ear-piercing applause caused everyone to tremble and retreat. Their minds went blank.    

A peerless expert who had once stepped onto the top of the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm Tower, the Sect Master, was slapped in the face.    

Ting Lan's face had swollen into a bun and was covered in blood. His original appearance could not even be seen.    

Ye Zhi didn't hold back in these few slaps. There was an endless amount of anger contained in them.    

Ting Lan fell to the ground with a gloomy face. His body twitched, and he let out a low growl from his mouth.    

Her eyes were swollen to the point of bursting. She looked at Ye Zhi with endless resentment in her eyes.    

She was slapped in front of everyone.    

It was a great shame and humiliation.    

"Ye Zhi, you are finished."    

Bang!    

Ting Lan's mind went crazy. A black Qi covered her mind.    

Bang!    

A dense demonic Qi burst out of Ting Lan's body and swept across the sky.    

Qi deviation.    

Ye Zhi looked at Ting Lan with a calm expression. His eyes were full of smiles.    

She was the one who asked for it.    

Compassion?    

No, there was only strong killing intent in Ye Zhi's heart.    

"Hei, Ye Zhi, I am not your opponent, but your sister."    

Ting Lan bared his fangs and brandished his claws. Black Qi surged all over his body. His resentful smile shook the sky.    

Sister.    

Ye Zhi's eyes narrowed. Then, a shocking killing intent burst out.    

Crack!    

The void collapsed.    

"Courting death."    

Ye Zhi's explosive shout sounded like thunder.    

Ting Lan turned into a witch and instantly appeared in front of Ye Ling. A demonic hand grabbed toward Ye Ling's neck.    

Ye Zhi's eyes almost split open as he took a step forward.    

But it was still too late.    

Ye Ling opened her eyes wide and looked at that ferocious face in a daze.    

Was that her master?    

Right at this moment, an exquisite figure blocked in front of her.    

That hand grabbed it.    

Crack!    

A sharp cracking sound echoed in the sky.    

Everyone was dumbstruck.    

Ye Zhi's body froze. He stared blankly at his face that had turned into pain. Memories gradually surfaced in his mind.    

"Xue Er."    

Ah!    

Boundless anger and killing intent turned into substance. It swept across the sky, destroying the heaven and earth, destroying the world. The furious roars carried the terrifying will of a Ninth Level of True Body Stage. Sect Master from the other six Spirit Sects trembled and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.    

Boom! Boom!    

A deafening explosion rang out at the peak of the mountain. Ting Lan was grabbed by the furious Ye Zhi, and the Giant Fist smashed down at her.    

That sharp sound, along with the blood that splashed out, made everyone feel terrified and terrified.    

The intense killing intent was like a flood that drowned the sky.    

After going berserk, Ting Lan still didn't have the slightest bit of strength to resist. His entire body was like a sandbag that had been struck by Ye Zhi.    

The powerful force made her unable to even let out a howl.    

Crack!    

Ka!    

Hu.    

Everyone took a deep breath and stared blankly at the limbs and even the flesh that fell from the sky.    

As the Palace Lord of Nine Empyrean Palace, he was actually torn apart by Ye Zhi at this moment.    

Ye Zhi, covered in blood, stepped into the void. His killing intent was like a rainbow, and he was furious. Everywhere he looked, everyone avoided him.    

In the eyes of everyone, he had turned into a demon god at this moment.    

"Cough, I'm fine."    

At this moment, Nangong Huanxue, who was mixed in by Ye Ling, suddenly said with a trembling voice.    

Ye Zhi's entire body shook and the blood red in his eyes disappeared.    

He appeared in front of Nangong Huanxue and looked at Nangong Huanxue's pale white neck. He let out a sigh of relief in his heart.    

"That's good."    

Looking at her pale face, a smile appeared on Ye Zhi's face.    

Nangong Huanxue stared at Ye Zhi with a smile on her face.    

Ye Zhi, covered in blood, did not make her feel any discomfort. Instead, it made her feel even happier.    

Even the Thread Breaking Bug in her body was moving. The sudden thought made her face turn red.    

"But Palace Master..."    

Nangong Huanxue's gaze swept across the void and her voice was trembling.    

A trace of coldness appeared in Ye Zhi's eyes as he said indifferently, "She is dead."    

Nangong Huanxue and Ye Ling's hearts shook.    

"Are you really my brother?"    

Ye Ling's gaze trembled. She gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Zhi with a stunned expression.    

"Linger," she said. Ye Zhi murmured and a smile appeared on his face.    

Four years passed in the blink of an eye.    

He really did it.    

He pressed his hand on Ye Ling's acupuncture point.    

Ye Ling's body shook and a hint of pain involuntarily appeared on her face.    

Very quickly, Ye Zhi withdrew his hand and stared at Ye Ling who had closed her eyes.    

At this moment, Ye Zhi felt a wave of uneasiness that he had never felt before. He could not help but tremble.    

After a moment, Ye Ling's eyelashes shook and she slowly opened her eyes.    

Tears surged and a choking sound came out of Ye Ling's mouth.    

"Brother."    

Ye Zhi's body shook. In the blink of an eye, time and space were reversed. His memories seemed to have returned to the village outside Mist Cloud City.    

He was so happy back then.    

"Little brother, I'm sorry."    

Ye Ling cried as she threw herself into Ye Zhi's arms and hugged him.    

The siblings finally recognized each other.    

A hint of jealousy could not help but surge in Nangong Huanxue's eyes. Following which, it gradually faded away, leaving the current warmth to them.    

On the Great Void Stage, there were hundreds of holes and thousands of sores, and there were remnants of the disillusioned mess everywhere.    

A figure was lying in the middle of the Great Void Stage, making one's scalp turn cold.    

That was the corpse of Sect Master from the Heavenly Spirit Sect, and he died there just like that.    

However, no one dared to have any thoughts about it.    

It was only because of that figure's proud posture that everyone was convinced.    

Even the Seven Spirit Sect was the same.    

The Palace members of Nine Empyrean Palace also looked miserable at this moment. That figure had cast a shadow in their hearts.    

Sect Master had been killed by the other party. They didn't dare to say anything.    

The group of experts in the sky stared at the two people hugging each other with complicated expressions.    

In the end, it was Nine Empyrean Palace who asked for it.    

Who would have thought that a mere youth would have such terrifying strength?