C42 (1/2)

”Ye Feng, again!”

Zhao Dapeng bellowed, his strong legs moved, and quickly flew towards Ye Feng.

When he was not even ten meters away from Ye Feng, his body was like a spinning top, and his two hands that were full of force swept over.

”Come at me!”

Ye Feng did not want to be outdone, so he stood up straight, and revealed a proud expression.

For himself, for his father, for the entirety of Ye Family, he had already given it his all, giving it his all. His fists were like raindrops, filled with all of his Vital Qi and power, crazily rushing towards Zhao Dapeng's body.

The two figures crossed each other at high speed. The more they fought, the faster they moved, and the crazier they fought.

In the end, they could only see two masses of air rotating at high speeds within the entire courtyard. Countless withered leaves followed suit and circled around, as if they were two cocoons wrapped by layers of dried leaves, making it impossible to differentiate between Ye Feng and Zhao Dapeng.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of the tragic collision caused the air around them to tremble. Muffled sounds were emitted from the air, attesting to the brutality of this battle.

”How is this possible? This Ye Feng, is actually strong enough to fight head on with Father? ”

's eyes flashed with deep fear, he never would have thought that Ye Feng's strength had already reached such a degree.

”He must die. This piece of trash must die.” Furthermore, it has only been a few days since I swallowed the Scarlet Golden Ginseng King, the medicinal properties of the Ginseng King must have been infused into his muscles and Blood Essence. When he is killed by my father later on, I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood, if that happens, not long from now, I, Zhao Lun, will definitely become as strong as him! ”

At this moment, within a radius of ten Zhang, a strong gale surged and gales gushed in all directions.

Zhao Lun, who was also from the same Qi Transformation Stage, couldn't even stand steadily, let alone help his father Zhao Dapeng to suppress the formation, so he could only move thirty meters back.

He stared at Ye Feng with a pair of jealous eyes, wishing that he could eat him alive.

”Brat, I didn't think that you could grow to such an extent in just a short period of time. How unexpected. Say, could it be that your damned old fogey did something to you all those years ago? Or did he hide a treasure inside the Great Black Forest? If you tell me the truth, tell me all of your secrets, and agree to be a good dog in my Zhao Family from today onwards, I, Zhao Dapeng, will spare your life this time! ”

He brandished his pair of iron-cast arms to the extreme.

Zhao Dapeng's aura was like a dragon, sometimes it was like ten thousand horses galloping, sometimes it was like the collapse of a mountain, and sometimes it was accompanied by his tiger's roar. If not for the fact that Ye Feng's mental strength was strong enough and his willpower was strong enough, under such a tyrannical and crazy aura, he would have already lost his consciousness.

Under Zhao Dapeng's powerful aura and his sonic wave like soul attack, the slightest gap in the Martial Cultivator's thoughts would result in his crafty plot, ending up in the same fate as.

But Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to his words.

How could Ye Feng not see through Zhao Dapeng's schemes?

As long as he was slightly relaxed and had a sliver of hope, it would be difficult for him to escape from the Demon Claw.

But, his father's hatred, as well as the hatred held by the entire Ye Family, had already made Ye Feng's heart feel as if it was made of iron.

”Father's hatred is irreconcilable, what's more, there are dozens of lives on my Ye Family? Zhao Dapeng, even if you kneel and kowtow in front of my Ye Feng, I will not let you off! ”

The father and son of Zhao Dapeng, the son of Zhao Lun himself must be killed!

”Stinking brat, if you refuse a toast and refuse a forfeit, then go to hell!”

Seeing that his attack on his heart had failed, Zhao Dapeng's expression was ruthless, he suddenly grabbed at the air, and fiercely punched, and just as he was about to hit Ye Feng's body, his eyes flashed with a sinister smile, his fist suddenly changed, and on his five fingers, a fine, blurry electric arc appeared.

”Arc? Lightning attribute? ”

Seeing that, Ye Feng's face revealed shock.

This punch that seemed simple, had actually already changed the rhythm. In this fist, not only did Zhao Dapeng use an enormous amount of power from the Vital Qi, he also fused the power of his own Martial Vein attribute into it.