917: Chapter 910: The Middle Stage of Primordial Heaven Is Nothing 917: Chapter 910: The Middle Stage of Primordial Heaven Is Nothing The night sky’s bright moon was obscured by dark clouds.
The training ground at the Wind Guard Camp was unsettlingly quiet; the bright lights from the surrounding lamps were piercingly bright, and the night breeze rustled the leaves on the trees with a “shasha” sound.
It was as if the crisp sound of the slap still echoed in the air.
Zhou Lengkong of the Blood Sword Sect and Yi Nanzhong of the Flying Dagger Sect, who were responsible for guarding Sun Boyi and others, had their eyes wide open like lanterns.
In their view, what was happening in front of them was simply too unbelievable.
Knowing that Wang Muchong was a formidable middle-stage fighter of Primordial Heaven, even if Wang Muchong hadn’t used his full strength, he should have been able to handle Ye Chenfeng within minutes.
But what was the result?
It was Ye Chenfeng who fiercely slapped Wang Muchong, caving in all the bones on one side of Wang Muchong’s face.
This involuntary gulp from Zhou Lengkong and Yi Nanzhong was their reaction, as before this, they had only heard of Ye Chenfeng’s strength being comparable to that of Innate-level fighters.
They already thought that Ye Chenfeng was monstrously talented, but the speed Ye Chenfeng had just displayed, along with the aura emanating from his body, was many times stronger than that of an Innate-level fighter!
If not for Wang Muchong, a middle-stage fighter of Primordial Heaven, still being here, the two old men would probably have turned tail and run.
Ye Chenfeng, under Wang Muchong’s carelessness, had fiercely slapped Wang Muchong, and then he quickly stepped back about ten meters, his eyes playfully and meaningfully fixed on Wang Muchong, a trace of disdainful smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Muchong, whose entire face was reddened with fresh blood, after seeing the expression on Ye Chenfeng’s face, after feeling the burning pain on his cheek, felt a volcanic eruption of rage in his heart.
From birth to the present, Wang Muchong had never been slapped in the face.
He was the former Sect Master of Yun Tian Sect, raised under the halo of a genius.
As the saying goes, one should not strike another’s face, and Ye Chenfeng’s ruthless slap had struck precisely on Wang Muchong’s pride and dignity, causing the muscles on Wang Muchong’s blood-drenched face to twitch faintly.
He spat out five or six bloody teeth from his shriveled mouth, his gloomy eyes filled with burning rage, and breathed heavily through his nose and mouth, roaring, “You little beast, you—you actually dared to slap my face?
I’ve decided not to let you live.
Tonight, I will send you to King Yama, and I will also kill your family members one by one.”
Hearing Wang Muchong’s heart-rending roar, Ye Chenfeng smiled very satisfied inwardly, yet his face still maintained a look of disdain, taunting, “Shameless old fool, I remember you were the one who just asked me to slap you, right?
I was merely fulfilling your request; you don’t need to thank me.
Though, if you really want to thank me, I wouldn’t mind if you kowtow to me a few times.”
“Crack~ Crack~ Crack~”
Wang Muchong, covered in blood, fiercely clenched his withered palms, his hands veined with prominent, bulging blue veins, his finger joints making a chilling noise, his facial skin creased like a chrysanthemum, and the middle-stage aura of Primordial Heaven within his body surged wildly.
Ye Chenfeng had successfully infuriated Wang Muchong, to an extreme level of anger.
Right now, in Wang Muchong’s heart, he just wanted to tear Ye Chenfeng into pieces immediately, no longer having the patience to keep Ye Chenfeng around for a slow torture.
“You little beast, you’re courting death!” Wang Muchong’s forehead bulged with veins, and his figure swept toward Ye Chenfeng like a fresh breeze.
He swung a fierce fist at Ye Chenfeng, who desperately used the Storm Profound Step Method to narrowly dodge the blow.
“Boom!” A muffled sound.
A deep pit appeared on the ground of the training ground.
The True Energy Force exerted outward in Wang Muchong’s punch was avoided by Ye Chenfeng, so the power contained in that punch was completely directed toward the ground, sending dust flying into the air.
To be honest, provoking a middle-stage fighter of Primordial Heaven was a bit like playing with fire for Ye Chenfeng.
If he was not careful, he might have gotten burnt.
But under the current circumstances, the only way for Ye Chenfeng to defeat a middle-stage fighter of Primordial Heaven was to take this risk.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng dodging his attack, Wang Muchong unleashed his speed and strength to the extreme.
Despite Ye Chenfeng still employing the Storm Profound Step Method, Wang Muchong’s superior prowess soon left Ye Chenfeng’s body riddled with wounds.
Thankfully, Ye Chenfeng’s ability to foresee danger was incredibly powerful.
Time and time again, he managed to minimize the damage dealt to his body.
Meanwhile, Wang Muchong had descended into a blind fury, his attacks lacking any strategy as he relentlessly battered Ye Chenfeng, venting the fiery rage in his heart.
Ye Chenfeng’s silhouette incessantly shifted towards the left end of the practice field.
After enduring over a dozen of Wang Muchong’s attacks, Ye Chenfeng found himself above the Bone Melting Pool.
The pool was covered by soil and indistinguishable to the others on the field.
At this moment, Ye Chenfeng’s clothes were torn and tattered, his body marred by numerous bloodstains.
Even several bones around his waist had been broken by Wang Muchong’s blows.
His breathing was slightly erratic.
Quietly, his left hand slipped into his pocket, where he found a small black remote.
On the other side, Zhou Lengkong of the Blood Sword Sect and Yi Nanzhong of the Flying Dagger Sect watched with smug satisfaction as Ye Chenfeng was driven from the front to the back of the practice field by Wang Muchong.
With a condescending look at Sun Boyi and the others, Zhou Lengkong said, “Prepare for death!
To perish at the hands of Senior Wang, you haven’t lived in vain this lifetime.”
“Watch closely!
Ye Chenfeng will soon be sent by Senior Wang to meet the King of Hell,” Yi Nanzhong chimed in.
But Sun Boyi and the others showed no expression.
They had indeed been worried for Ye Chenfeng at first, yet when they saw him shifting towards the end of the practice field, they remembered the Bone Melting Pool was there.
They had seen its power for themselves and believed that even if Wang Muchong fell into it, his Middle Stage Primordial Heaven realm wouldn’t make a difference.
At the end of the practice field.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng standing still and no longer dodging, Wang Muchong sneered, “Little beast, let’s see you be arrogant now!
Dare you slap me in the face again?
I’m about to turn you into a pile of mush in an instant.”
As he spoke, Wang Muchong launched another onslaught, his True Energy Force surging unceasingly within him.
His right palm transformed into an Eagle Claw, swooping towards Ye Chenfeng’s chest.
When Ye Chenfeng saw Wang Muchong deploy the Eagle Claw, his legs remained stationary, as if rooted to the ground.
Desperate, he harnessed every ounce of his King Level Peak strength.
As Wang Muchong appeared before him, Ye Chenfeng’s right fist collided with the Eagle Claw with tremendous force.
Regrettably, Ye Chenfeng’s strength was not a match for Wang Muchong’s.
At the moment of impact, Ye Chenfeng’s body was violently knocked back, while Wang Muchong remained steadfast, bellowing, “You little beast, is that all the strength you have?”
As Ye Chenfeng was blown back from above the Bone Melting Pool, with Wang Muchong standing immobile on it, Ye Chenfeng instantly pressed the red button on the black remote in his pocket, a cold sneer on his lips, “Middle Stage Primordial Heaven isn’t worth jack.”
The moment Ye Chenfeng pressed the red button, a metal cover concealing the Bone Melting Pool slid away at maximum speed.
Wang Muchong, consumed by his rage and having seen Ye Chenfeng as no threat, had let his guard down and couldn’t react in time.
His body plunged into the pool.
Witnessing this, Ye Chenfeng let out a slight exhale of relief.
The head-on collision with Wang Muchong had left the bones in his right arm fractured.
…(To be continued.
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