Destined Martial God

Due to Feng Qingyun's personality, he would definitely not bother about how to go against Chu Zhongyu's sect master's orders, but he was a narrow-minded person who would take revenge, so it would be hard to say!    

Who knows if he would use the reason that they just rejected to fight to directly expel them from the Hundred Feet Sect.    

Ascending Dragon Peak!    

Watching Feng Qingyun easily trap the three Martial Saint s with just his guqin, and stand at the peak of Ascending Dragon Peak with his Intense Flames, it was as if his essence energy had been sucked out of his body. His entire person had instantly aged by more than twenty years.    

In his disheartened mood, he did not notice the power that Yu Haoran had just displayed and the power that was formed from his One Lance facing the Heavens.    

Actually, not only were the dozen or so elders of elder peak, the new hall master of Merit Palace, Zhi Fafeng, as well as the more than twenty Martial King and Martial King Realm's peak masters all revealed dense fear and worry in their eyes.    

The Peak Masters and Elders of the various branches of the Hundred Feet Sect were worried that Yu Haoran might seek revenge after this event.    

But to the remaining twenty-three experts of Qingcheng Sect, fear could no longer describe the feelings they had in their hearts.    

If Black Bear had not used his Gravity Spell to stall them, they would have probably exploded with his full strength and fled from Hundred Feet Sect as fast as they could.    

"Black Bear, hurry up and finish them off. We still have stronger opponents to kill!" Calming down the churning demonic energy in his body, Yu Haoran ordered the black bear.    

Following that, he waved the purple rod in his hand and rushed towards the Martial King and Martial Master experts who had withdrawn from the peak of trials.    

Even experts at the twenty-three Martial King s were not a match for a single swing of Yu Haoran's rod, let alone experts from the Martial King and Martial Master Realm.    

As a result, when they saw Yu Haoran rushing over, more than two hundred experts from the Martial King and Martial Master Realm immediately scattered and fled in all directions.    

"Elder Senior-apprentice Brother, Senior-apprentice Brother Jian, choose your own suitable opponents!" After the more than two hundred Martial King s had scattered in all directions, Yu Haoran turned his head and ordered Chu Zhongyu and Jian Wu Hen who were standing on the summit.    

"Kill!"    

Chu Zhongyu, who had long since been unable to restrain himself, roared and rushed towards an expert who was at the peak of the second stage of Martial King.    

Although his own cultivation was only at the peak of the first stage of Martial King, the help Feng Qingyun and Yu Haoran had given him when he had broken through the first stage of Martial King had allowed him to increase his potential by a lot.    

Furthermore, he was being chased by Yu Haoran like a stray dog, he would not be able to unleash the true power of someone at the peak of the second stage of Martial King, and would be the perfect opponent for him to test his strength.    

As the peak of the second stage of Martial Master, Jian Wuhen had directly selected an opponent with a cultivation at the peak of the fifth stage.    

The long sword in his hand turned into a huge, silver white dragon, trapping his opponent in the middle of his sword technique.    

Observing the opponents that Chu Zhongyu and Jian Wuhen had chosen, only to realize that none of them had chosen to go beyond their limits, so he nodded his head in satisfaction.    

After that, he started to use his purple staff's long and short change abilities to specifically kill experts at the peak of the third stage of Martial King and above as well as those at the peak of the sixth stage of Martial Master.    

However, there were too many enemies fleeing in all directions, and the majority of them had directly fled the Hundred Feet Sect. This caused Yu Haoran to only kill 45 experts from the Martial King s and Martial Master Realm before discovering that there was no one left within the radius of his divine will.    

When he turned his head to look at Black Bear, he discovered that out of the 23 Martial King experts that were surrounding him, there were less than 10 remaining. Moreover, all of them were still within the range of the gravitational force, so he knew that with its strength, it would only take a minute or so to finish off all of his opponents.    

All the experts of Martial King were killed, 70% of the experts of Martial King and Martial Master Realm were lost, the Cyan City Gate of second-rate sect was probably not far from being destroyed!    

Shaking his head, he dispelled the sigh in his heart. Yu Haoran carefully felt the remaining energy of the Chinese macaque's blood essence and realized that it had nearly been half consumed. Considering the valiance of the Martial Saint Expert, when the remaining half of the blood essence was gone, he once again activated a new drop of blood essence.    

Following that, his two feet fiercely stomped on the ground, directly rushing into the magical artifacts and strange beasts that had transformed from the zither.    

Sensing Yu Haoran's Qi, Feng Qingyun, who had easily trapped Zhang Xiuchong and the other two, controlled the direction of the zither music to transform into his magic tools, and opened a path.    

Following the path the spirit weapon had exited, Yu Haoran held his purple rod and rushed in.    

Facing the countless zither music transforming magic tools and strange beasts, Zhang Xiuchong, who was at the peak of the first stage of Martial Saint, could be considered to be relatively easy to deal with. However, the other two experts, who had just broken through the Martial Saint realm and were unfamiliar with the use of the power of law, appeared to be in a much more sorry state.    

"Master, did you see the pole technique that I used just now?" Using his will, Yu Haoran asked.    

"Haoran, for you to be able to use the Chinese macaque's transformation and perform a pole technique that even I cannot endure, it can only be said that your luck is too heaven-defying." exclaimed as he stroked his zither with both hands and continued to use his magic tools and beasts to attack the Martial Saint Expert.    

Ignoring Feng Qingyun's laments, Yu Haoran continued to ask closely.    

"Master, using the rod technique just now won't affect the stability of the space, will it?!"    

"I'm fine!"    

After hearing Yu Haoran's question, Feng Qingyun immediately knew what he wanted to do.    

"The magical tools and beasts that I conjured with my zither can withstand the aftershocks of the pole technique."    

"If that's the case, then I'll lighten the burden on you, Master!" Hearing Feng Qingyun's reply, Yu Haoran shouted excitedly.    

Subsequently, he tightly gripped the purple staff in his hand and, with the help of the illusory magic tool that had stopped below his feet, soared into the sky.    

As Zhang Xiuchong was able to deal with the magical equipment and beasts easily, he was able to stay alert of his surroundings.    

Therefore, Yu Haoran who had shot up into the sky, aimed his attack target with the One Pole Technique at Martial Saint Expert Qian.    

However, when Yu Haoran reached the limit of his ability to fly, and started to use the One Heavenly staff technique, it was unknown if it was because he had sensed that danger was approaching, but the two separated Martial Saint Expert s had forcefully gathered together.    

Without any hesitation, he directly burned one-third of the Chinese macaque's blood essence, completely merging the energy he gained from burning the blood essence into the purple staff.    

"One rod strike to the sky!"    

With a loud roar, Yu Haoran waved the purple rod in his hands, directly enveloping the two Martial Saint Expert s surnamed Qian and Zhao in his attack range.    

Sensing that Yu Haoran was continuing to raise the power of his pole technique with the help of the Chinese macaque's blood essence, Feng Qingyun's expression couldn't help but change.    

Afterwards, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, using his blood to increase the power of the zither music. This way, he could withstand the destructive power of the one rod technique at the same time as trapping Zhang Xiuchong.    

"Boom!"    

As the purple colored staff heavily smashed into the two Martial Saint Expert s, a rumbling sound immediately came from the space between the magical equipment and the beasts.