Boom!!

  As the shadows of the Kunpeng and the Holy Dragon collided, a destructive force swept across like a tsunami.

  Some demons and monsters attempting to enter the battlefield were instantly torn to shreds.

  The Holy Dragon shadow conjured by Yang Yuanqing lasted less than two breaths before being obliterated by the Kunpeng shadow. Yang Yuanqing and the numerous Dragon Guards suffered backlash, spitting blood.

  They looked at Yun Feipeng with eyes full of shock.

  They never expected that with Yang Yuanqing as the core of the formation, supported by thirty-six Dragon Guards, they still couldn't match Yun Feipeng alone?

  What kind of terrifying strength and foundation does this young supreme from Yaokun Sacred Land possess?!

  "Even if you borrow the power of others, this Holy Son remains invincible in the world."

  With one hand, Yun Feipeng blasted the Holy Dragon shadow, placing his other hand behind his back, his expression extremely indifferent as he spoke.

  After speaking, he turned his hand and pressed into the void towards Yang Yuanqing and the others.

  The Kunpeng shadow immediately transformed into a Golden-winged Roc, spreading its wings and unleashing a terrifying sharp force, diving towards Yang Yuanqing and the others with an invincible posture.

  "Don't you dare look down on me!!"

  Being scorned by Yun Feipeng once again, Yang Yuanqing was thoroughly enraged.

  With the dragon's roar shaking the heavens and earth once more, the Holy Dragon bloodline within him boiled to the extreme, causing his vitality to surge again.

  But that wasn't all.

  As the Holy Dragon bloodline reached its peak, Yang Yuanqing's Dustless Sword Heart also erupted completely, unleashing a terrifying sword aura from his body.

  With a grasp of his right hand in the void, a dragon-patterned bone sword appeared in his right hand, and the Holy Dragon shadow emerged once more. Yang Yuanqing raised his hand and slashed into the void.

  The Holy Dragon shadow instantly merged with the sword light, the terrifying sword light like an ancestral dragon's wrath.

  It seemed as if a divine dragon's tail was about to break through this piece of heaven and earth, colliding directly with the Golden-winged Roc.

  With a deafening explosion, the back mountain of Old Remnant Village was like being hit by a level eighty typhoon, the destructive impact turning into a storm that ravaged wildly, destroying the forests within dozens of miles.

  Numerous demons, monsters, and cultivators roared, unleashing their cultivation to barely stabilize themselves amidst the storm's impact.

  In the mass grave's dragon pit, the Dark Tyrant let out an angry roar, the dark power surrounding it immediately suppressing this area.

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  But to guard the source of the evil aura, the Tyrant did not rush out to fight, only keeping a close eye on Yun Feipeng and the others.

  Meanwhile, in the void above.

  After Yang Yuanqing used the Holy Dragon bloodline and Dustless Sword Heart to unleash that sword, the Golden-winged Roc conjured by Yun Feipeng was finally blasted apart on the spot.

  Golden feathers scattered in the void, causing Yun Feipeng to suffer some backlash.

  A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

  But in the next moment, Yun Feipeng seemed stimulated, an incredibly terrifying aura erupted from him, his long black hair dancing wildly like tentacles.

  "Hahaha, to think you could cause this Holy Son some backlash, even if you die next, you can be proud."

  With this wild laughter, looking at Yang Yuanqing before him, Yun Feipeng's hands suddenly formed seals, the Kunpeng bloodline within him boiling completely, the Kunpeng Technique transforming once again.

  "Kunpeng Technique, Roc Descends from the Nine Heavens!!"

  As these words echoed, the Golden-winged Roc that had exploded in the void reappeared as if reborn from Nirvana.

  Then it screeched across the nine heavens.

  The Golden-winged Roc soared straight up ninety thousand miles, then twisted its wings like a golden shuttle, spinning and plummeting down with a destructive tornado towards Yang Yuanqing and the others.

  "Block it!!"

  Seeing the destructive strike, Yang Yuanqing couldn't help but shout sternly, the exposed dragon scales trembling.

  As the roar echoed, he joined the thirty-six Dragon Guards in forming seals, the Holy Dragon shadow immediately transforming into a Holy Dragon Bell.

  Enveloping the group completely inside.

  But as the Golden-winged Roc collided with the Holy Dragon Bell, the terrifying impact directly cracked the Holy Dragon Bell, the sound waves turning into a storm that annihilated many cultivators and demons within ten miles.

  More terrifyingly...

  In this dreadful collision, the Golden-winged Roc pressed against the Holy Dragon Bell, blasting it into the back mountain of Old Remnant Village.

  Most of the back mountain collapsed on the spot under this divine power's explosion, forcing Xiao Ming and Feng Xianhuang and others out from the battle's aftermath.

  The Holy Dragon Bell shattered completely.

  The thirty-six Dragon Guards perished miserably in this attack, only Yang Yuanqing barely clinging to life, but gravely injured and close to death.

  This scene made the cultivators within ten miles feel a chill down their spines, each looking at Yun Feipeng, this monstrous talent, with extreme terror and dread.

  Though they knew Yun Feipeng was strong, they never imagined he was this strong.

  Such power...

  Even some Dharma Aspect stage cultivators are no more than this, right?!

  This time, with the Dark Tyrant emerging and this source of evil aura, it was certain to be Yun Feipeng's.

  "Hiss, look over there!!"

  "That's Xiao Ming from Fuyou Sacred Land, he's actually hiding here, is he planning to ambush Yun Feipeng?!"

  As the mountain where Xiao Ming and Feng Xianhuang were located was blasted by Yun Feipeng's divine power, they had no choice but to reveal themselves in the void, immediately causing a sharp outcry from a cultivator.

  Such remarks.

  Not only startled the surrounding cultivators but also drew Yun Feipeng's attention.

  "Truly noisy!"

  Looking at the speaking cultivator, who seemed to be from the Nine Nether Demon Gate, a cold gleam flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes.

  The Human Emperor Sword instantly turned into a stream of light, blasting towards that cultivator.

  What did it mean that he was hiding here to ambush Yun Feipeng?

  Clearly, it was to draw hatred towards him, wanting Yun Feipeng to come and kill him!

  Although he did not fear Yun Feipeng, he wouldn't tolerate others disgusting him!

  "No, help me block it!!"

  Seeing the Human Emperor Sword shooting towards him, the cultivator was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body, immediately trying to hide behind other cultivators.

  Unfortunately.

  Once the Human Emperor Sword is unsheathed, it must see blood!

  A shadow streaked through the void, and even though the cultivator exerted all his strength to resist, he was still pierced by the Human Emperor Sword.

  His entire body was drained of blood and essence, turning into a dried corpse and falling.

  Then it was torn to pieces by some demons and monsters.

  This scene.

  Terrified many surviving cultivators around.

  They knew that the speaking cultivator had used the three-color evil aura to rebuild his Cave Heaven foundation, his cultivation long restored to the sixth level of the Cave Heaven stage.

  But such a strong figure was actually killed in one strike by Xiao Ming.

  And the opponent hadn't even broken through to the Cave Heaven stage.

  This young supreme from Fuyou Sacred Land, his strength was terrifying to this extent?!

  "Xiao Ming?"

  Amidst the crowd's shock.

  Yun Feipeng glanced at the half-dead Yang Yuanqing, then set his gaze on Xiao Ming and his group.

  A terrifying battle intent soared into the sky, then he stepped into the void like a white-robed divine king.

  "This Holy Son has heard of you, abandoned by your family as a discard, yet somehow you rose again."

  "Not only did you break records in Fuyou Sacred Land's entrance examination, but you also defeated your brother with the Supreme Bone with astonishing talent."

  "Regarded as a young supreme by many strong figures in the Northern Profound Realm, with the potential to prove the Dao as an Emperor if you don't fall in the future."

  "This Holy Son has long wanted to compete with you, didn't expect to meet you here."

  "It seems this is heaven's arrangement, wanting us to duel and see who truly is the young supreme!"

  With these words falling, regardless of whether Xiao Ming agreed or not.

  Yun Feipeng erupted with cultivation at this moment, raising his hand to grasp at Xiao Ming in the void.

  Vitality fused with true essence, transforming into a giant Kunpeng claw in the void, descending as if to tear the heavens and earth apart.

  In his view, dueling with him was an honor!

  If Xiao Ming dared not fight, then he would only face death!

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