Chapter 120: Rematch in the Realm of Creation

  Three dark shadows arrived in an instant, and the one with the aura that reached the realm of creation looked at the corpse beside him and said in a low voice: "A bunch of trash, can't even handle a little kid?"

  One of them said: "Seventh Brother, this kid is too much trouble. Even Ah Cang was defeated by him."

  That black figure frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "You all retreat, let me deal with this kid."

  Upon hearing the black shadow speak, the four men in black also let out a sigh of relief and suddenly joined forces to strike Mu Feng back several steps, taking advantage of the momentum to retreat behind the black shadow.

  Hei Ying took a step forward, and a powerful aura burst out, emitting a terrifying fluctuation that caused the other black-clad men's faces to change color. Although they were also close to the boundary of creation, this fluctuation still made them feel somewhat apprehensive.

  Facing a strong opponent again, Mu Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his face also became solemn.

  At the Qingying Competition, Mu Feng relied on the Xuanling Copper Body Technique's strength to barely hold his own against Zheng Jian. Now, he is a genuine mid-stage Qi Transformation cultivator with a strong foundation, possessing the Nine Shadows Void Step, a lower-grade Xuan-tier movement technique, and has the confidence and ability to take on stronger opponents in a one-on-one battle.

  However, the aura of this black figure in front of him was much stronger than Zheng Jian's. After all, at that time, Zheng Jian had just entered the Shaping Realm and his aura and cultivation were not yet fully stabilized, and he had not yet fully grasped the power of shaping.

  This dark figure, although only in the initial stage of creation, has a stable and robust body, with a long and deep breath. It is clear that he has entered the creation realm for some time, and his strength is actually higher than Zheng Jian's at that time.

  "Seventh brother, be careful, this kid's movement is a bit unorthodox!" one of the men in black reminded.

  Heiying stared at Mufeng, his eyes emitting a cold murderous intent.

  "Little one, no matter who you are, today you will undoubtedly die." The dark figure coldly shouted.

  Mo Feng could also sense the astonishing killing intent from his opponent, and his face showed an unprecedented solemnity. On the opposite side, apart from one Form Creation stage strongman, there were four Half-Step Form Creation and two Qi Refining stage peak Great Circle completion martial artists.

  Tonight's battle will be extremely perilous.

  "Roar of the Tiger Fist, Shaking the Mountain Forest!"

  As the dark shadow made a slight drinking sound, behind him, a massive mysterious power tiger quickly took shape. The dark shadow looked at Mu Feng, let out a cold laugh, and with his right palm empty-handed, he suddenly swung it towards Mu Feng, the mysterious power tiger baring its teeth and pouncing towards Mu Feng.

  Although the opponent's Weihuquan was only a mid-grade martial art, it was still a full-force blow from a strong Shaping Realm master, and Mufeng did not dare to underestimate it.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Scorching Heaven!"

  The fiery Yang energy poured into his right fist, and the shadow of the fist danced, shooting out towards the dark power like a fierce tiger.

  Jian Mu Feng wanted to forcefully collide with Xuan Li Meng Hu, but Hei Ying's face revealed a hint of mockery: "You ignorant little brat who doesn't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth."

  The fist shadow heavily slammed onto the Xuanli giant tiger, but what was shocking was that the Xuanli giant tiger actually shattered piece by piece under the impact of the fist shadow and finally dissipated.

  Fierce and ferocious spiritual ripples suddenly swept out, the withered leaves and broken stones on the ground were all shaken into powder, and the surrounding trees were all shattered by the spiritual ripples.

  Under the influence of that mysterious ripple, the black shadow also retreated a step back, and a look of surprise also floated on his face.

  Mo Feng was also forced back several steps, his blood and energy surging inside him. Even though he now had many Xuan-stage martial arts at his disposal, facing a true Shaping Realm cultivator still left him somewhat struggling, after all, the difference between the Houtian and Xiantian stages was like heaven and earth.

  "You're quite skilled!" The dark figure nodded, also praising: "No wonder Ah Cang died at your hands. But I don't know how many moves of mine you can withstand?"

  Heiying sensed that Mofeng's strength was obviously weaker than his own, and with six people behind him, he didn't really take Mofeng to heart.

  Heiying let out a low growl, clearly not intending to give Mufeng any time to catch his breath. A powerful and profound energy suddenly burst forth from within him, and with a swift grasp of his hand, a massive fist made of this energy took shape in mid-air. The air was filled with an intense, crushing pressure as the fist came crashing down towards Mufeng's head.

  Xuan Li's massive fist came with a fierce momentum, Mu Feng Xuan Ling's copper body technique quickly reached the ninth level, and Yan Yang's dominant technique rapidly circulated.

  "Fire elemental shield!"

  A blazing dark energy shield rapidly condensed in front of him, emitting a scorching temperature.

  Bang!

  The mighty fist of the mysterious power slammed heavily on the mysterious fire shield, emitting a dull sound. However, neither the black shadow nor the black-clad person behind him expected that only a crack appeared on the surface of the mysterious fire shield, and it did not shatter as they had imagined.

  "This kid is indeed a bit strange." Hei Ying knew how powerful the previous blow was, and being able to take it calmly, the boy in front of him was absolutely not simple.

  But he couldn't afford to think too much, and the dark shadow condensed several more mysterious palm prints, which fiercely flapped towards Mu Feng, with a terrifying momentum.

  "Crack!"

  The Xuanli Hu Dun could no longer withstand the black shadow's continuous attacks, and the cracks on its surface grew more and more numerous. Finally, it shattered in front of everyone's eyes, and Mu Feng's figure was also blown away by one of the Xuanli palm prints.

  "Haha!"

  The black shadow saw the willow fan flying, and his mood was also very good, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  The six black-clad men behind him also showed a hint of joy, as they took down the so-called Seventh Brother's attacks from Mu Feng one after another. They too saw that this young man was extremely formidable.

  Mo Feng stabilized his body, although he was slapped flying by a palm, but he didn't suffer much injury. After calming down the surging blood in his chest, his will to fight was suddenly ignited.

  He is now very confident, with his current strength, he can absolutely fight against the black shadow, but to defeat him, he will also have to pay a considerable price, and this will also give the six black-clothed men behind him an opportunity to take advantage of it, which is also the reason why Mufeng has been defending but not attacking.

  He is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance for the black shadow to relax, waiting for a chance to make a fatal blow.

  The dark figure moved, and in an instant, he had already reached Mu Feng's side. His fists struck out fiercely, and a powerful wave of energy surged out, causing the air to ripple. If Mu Feng were hit, he would undoubtedly be punched into a pulp.

  Mo Feng's figure retreated violently, and the nine shadows transformed into virtual steps that flowed like water, making the whole person look somewhat elusive.

  "Hey kid, where are you going?"

  A sinister smile spread across his face, and his body followed suit. With a wave of his palm, he enveloped Mu Feng's entire body with a deadly aura, targeting all his vital points. In his eyes, Mu Feng was already like a stray dog, and it wouldn't take long to strike him down at his fingertips.

  The two of them in the arena were like a cat catching a mouse, although Hei Ying's figure was not slow, but Mu Feng's footsteps were extremely mysterious, always able to dodge Hei Ying's killing moves at critical moments.

  The six black-clad men beside him were also in no hurry, guarding Mu Feng's retreat route. The defeat of this young man was only a matter of time.

  "Get out of here, kid."

  Heiying burst into a loud shout, his body suddenly accelerated, his palms changed to fingers, and he ruthlessly inserted them into Mufeng's throat.

  However, the bloodshed that everyone had imagined did not appear. The black shadow's two fingers, and even its entire arm, passed through Mu Feng's throat without any obstruction.