"Extremely arrogant!"
Wei Zheng was the first to break free from the impact of the will that destroyed the world. After the extreme shock, he was humiliated in public and completely ignored. The overwhelming anger!
He, the commander-in-chief of Demon Suppression Division, holds all the power and has been strategizing for decades. He considers himself to be the man destined to bring order to the chaos and create a new dynasty!
Have you ever been humiliated in front of someone and treated like nothing?!
What's more, the opponent is still a lost dog that he uses as a pawn to contain Emperor Xia, who has already been calculated to death by him!
This is simply the biggest stain in his glorious life!
"Lin Feng! Who do you think you are?!"
Wei Zheng roared angrily, the sound was like thunder, and the sword in his hand with the words "Fengtian Jingnan" engraved on it pointed at the sky.
The terrifying aura belonging to Martial Apex Realm Ninth Level Peak swept across without reservation like a volcanic eruption!
The tens of thousands of troops behind him seemed to have felt the anger of their coach, and they all shouted out. The Ironblood Sha Qi rose into the sky again, echoing the breath of Wei Zheng, and turned into a giant black tiger composed of Sha Qi, roaring silently at the Lin Feng in the sky.
"You are just a pawn that I use to contain Xia Yuan's Mad Dog!"
Wei Zheng's face was full of ferociousness and disdain, "Now that the overall situation has been decided, you, a loser, should also have the consciousness of a loser! Before I thought of you, you had some minor achievements. Now, immediately, Immediately, kneel down to me! Hand over everything you got from Demon Suppression Tower, and I may be merciful and spare your life, and let you be a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy under my command!"
In his opinion, the appearance of Lin Feng at this moment is just the end of the road and the final madness.
What he has to do is to use Thunderous Might's power to suppress him in public and trample him under his feet!
Use this to prove it to the people of the world, to the madman in the imperial city, and to the rat in the dark.
Who is the final and only winner of this chess game!
"Noisy."
However, in the face of Wei Zheng's furious roar, Lin Feng's response was still the same two words, cold and impatient.
It seems as if any more words spoken are an insult to oneself.
He didn't even bother to take another look at Wei Zheng below, but slowly raised the rusty iron sword in his hand.
Then, facing the tens of thousands of rebels below, and Wei Zheng who was still immersed in his dream of "controlling everything", he just slashed them down with one sword!
There are no gorgeous sword moves, no gorgeous special effects, not even a hint of Sword Qi.
The movement was simple and unpretentious, just like a farmer swinging a hoe or a woodcutter chopping firewood.
"No! The entire army is on alert! End Domain of Ten Thousand Armies Breaking Formations!"
But the moment Lin Feng raised his sword, an alarm bell rang in Wei Zheng's heart! A terrifying murderous intention that was enough to freeze his soul and make the hairs on his body stand on end completely enveloped him in an instant! He didn't even have time to think about the mystery of the opponent's sword, so he unfolded his realm that had already reached perfection without reservation!
"Roar!!!"
As he gave the order, the tens of thousands of Ironblood Sha Qi behind him seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power, turning into bloody torrents visible to the naked eye and pouring into his domain crazily!
In an instant, a terrifying field full of warriors and mountains of corpses Blood Sea suddenly descended! In this field, Wei Zheng's figure was infinitely taller, as if he had transformed into an ancient war god commanding thousands of troops! He was confident that in this field, he was invincible! In one thought, he could mobilize the power of the army and crush all invading enemies!
This is his life-saving secret, and it is also his ultimate trump card for daring to launch a mutiny! He is confident that even if the real Martial Saint is in front of him, he will not be able to break it easily!
However...
In front of Lin Feng's simple sword.
All this is in vain and ridiculous.
""Dragon-Slaying Sword Codex"..."
"One sword, Immortal Burial!"
[Ding! Trigger 20,000 times critical hit!]
Tsk--!!!!
A bloody sword light that cannot be described in words or caught with eyes, which seems to be able to completely split this world, this time and space, and this Law of Causality into two, suddenly cuts down from above Nine Heavens!
That sword light is not an entity, but a manifestation of "Tao"! It is the ultimate manifestation of the indomitable will to destroy all sources!
Wei Zheng "Domain of Ten Thousand Armies Breaking Formations", which can withstand thousands of armies and can even compete with Martial Saint, is as fragile as a big joke in front of this conceptual sword light!
It couldn't resist at all, not even a ripple appeared. It was like ice and snow under the sun, or like butter cut by a hot knife, silently and easily divided into two parts starting from the midline!
"No!!!"
Wei Zheng let out the most piercing and desperate scream in his life.
He watched helplessly as the bloody sword light ignored his domain, passed through the body-protecting magic skill that he was proud of, and tore his "Xiezhi" treasure armor made of Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Iron...
In the end, he and the tens of thousands of rebels behind him who had not yet had time to shout out a shout and even maintained a charging expression on their faces were strung together like walking through candied haws.
Poof!
The sword light flashed past and disappeared into the sky.
Wei Zheng All movements, all thoughts, all expressions came to an abrupt end at this moment.
He lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the line that started from the center of his eyebrows, ran through his entire body, and extended to the end of the earth, as thin as a hair, but bottomless, as if it was connected to the blood line of Nine Nether Hells. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
These were the last words he left in this world.
The moment the words fell, his body, starting from the center of his eyebrows, together with his powerful soul, were completely annihilated from the most fundamental level by that overbearing sword intent, turning into ashes all over the sky!
And the tens of thousands of troops behind him were like sand sculptures that had been weathered for hundreds of millions of years, maintaining various postures and silently turning into dust that filled the sky and drifted away in the wind.
A breeze blew by and everything disappeared.
It was as if those tens of thousands of troops and that ambitious Wei Zheng had never appeared in this world.
With one sword, heaven and earth will be clear!
[Ding! Successfully killed Martial Apex Realm Ninth Level Peak Wei Zheng!]
[Crit Multiplier increased to 20100 times! Obtained Crit Points 300 million points!]
[Ding! Successfully killed 36,721 rebels!]
[Crit Multiplier increased to 2500 times! Obtained Crit Points 3.7 billion points!]
Wei Zheng, together with his tens of thousands of rebels who could overthrow a dynasty and filled the entire square, were wiped out in ashes under Lin Feng's indifferent sword.
There was no thunderous roar, no tragic howl, just a strange and suffocating silence.
It was as if the tens of thousands of armored elites, the wolf smoke and murderous intent rising into the sky were all just a vain dream. When the wind blew, they dispersed.
Above the square, there was nothing but a thick layer of fine black dust, witnessing the existence of tens of thousands of creatures just now.
This horrific scene, like a miracle coming and a demon destroying the world, completely shattered the psychological defenses of all the survivors present.
At the top of the imperial city, those imperial guards, eunuchs and maids who were lucky enough to survive were all paralyzed on the ground, with feces and urine flowing freely, and they did not dare to make even a sound, as if taking another breath was an insult to the linen Gods and Devils.
As for Emperor Xia, who was sitting on the side of the dragon chair, his face distorted by extreme anger was completely frozen at this moment.
He stared blankly below, and in those turbid eyes, there was first extreme confusion, and then absurdity.
In the end, it finally turned into a trace of fear from the depths of his soul that even he himself was unwilling to admit!
The opponent he was proud of, Wei Zheng, who had been fighting openly and secretly with him all his life, was regarded as a serious enemy by him, and even wanted to die with him even at the cost of using his ultimate trump card... was just gone?
Together with the tens of thousands of troops, they were defeated by a junior whom he never really paid attention to, and was even regarded as a "container" and "chess piece" by him, with just one sword?
What power is this?
Martial Saint?
No!
It has gone beyond the scope of martial arts!
This is... the power of the immortals!