Ye Feng lightly grasped the air with his fingers and took the flying sword, which had turned into a thin needle, back into his palm. Li Dazhong's flying sword fell to the ground with a thud like a piece of scrap iron, making a crisp sound in the quiet basement.
Li Dazhong looked heartbroken and almost cried.
When he was in the world of immortality, this poisonous flying sword had not yet been refined.
After leaving the Immortal Realm, he used the star crystals, white jade spirit stones, and poisonous substances from the Devil's Desert and the Fiery Swamp that he collected in the Immortal Realm to cultivate this poisonous sword. He did not expect that all of it would be destroyed in Ye Feng's hands. It was the result of hundreds of years of his hard work.
Alan saw it all but said nothing and quietly slipped towards the basement door.
From the moment Ye Feng and Li Dazhong started fighting, he felt that Li Dazhong could not hold on for long.
Although he is not an ancient warrior, he is a high-level wizard, but he has a more sensitive sense than an ancient warrior.
This self-boasting fat old man turned out to be a liar. How could I believe his words and cooperate with him? This is going to kill me.
It seems that I have to run away early, otherwise the fat old man will die at the hands of Ye Feng and I won’t be able to escape.
Ye Feng sneered and said, "You fat guy, you actually made this kind of poison weapon to harm people. Today I will destroy your flying sword to prevent it from falling into the hands of the people and harming others."
"Boy, I just don't believe that I can't kill you."
Li Dazhong spun and stretched his hands in the air, and a golden light flashed in the palm of his hands. It looked like a roaring dragon head, ferocious and fierce.
"My Silk-wrapped Dragon Binding Hand has reached level 12. Even without the flying sword, I can still kill you."
A cold wind blew in the basement, whistling around Ye Feng layer by layer. Ye Feng felt wisps of evil energy constantly entangled around him.
But he didn't take it seriously at all.
Li Dazhong was secretly delighted.
The twelfth-level Silk-binding Dragon Hand is extremely powerful. It allows him to crush the opponent's throat with one sharp claw like a mad dragon, but the most important thing is the word "silk-binding".
Before taking action, a feminine aura was created, binding the enemy layer by layer, making it impossible for them to dodge.
The twelfth-level Silk-Binding Dragon Hand has reached its peak. Li Dazhong is confident that the net he has laid will make it impossible for Ye Feng to escape.
He was still worried that Ye Feng would be aware of it at the beginning, which would prevent his Dragon Binding Hands from exerting their maximum power. However, when he saw that Ye Feng's reaction was so slow, he felt relieved.
Li Dazhong's fingers were like sharp knives, grabbing towards Ye Feng's throat. His movements were as fast as a phantom. Elder Shaman was amazed at the speed, which was not much slower than his own.
Ye Feng threw a punch. The first of the Thai King's four attacks, Jingtao, contained real star divine power. The seven levels of Jingtao were like layers of huge waves, tearing the Yin energy deployed by Li Dazhong into pieces and hitting Li Dazhong's grasping fingers heavily.
Then one could hear the crisp sound of Li Dazhong's fingers breaking. His entire finger kept snapping, and there were a total of forty-nine snaps.
His ten fingers were connected to his heart and his palm was broken into forty-nine pieces. Li Dazhong almost fainted from the pain and let out a shrill scream.
There was disbelief in his eyes. He felt that Ye Feng's strength had increased a lot compared to when he was in the world of immortality.
Enduring the pain, the ancient warrior's self-healing power repaired Li Dazhong's injuries.
Li Dazhong asked doubtfully, "Your cultivation has improved a lot, how is it possible? In the Immortal Realm, you can only reach the peak of the Xiantian realm at most. You, your strength exceeds that by a lot."
Ye Feng did not answer. He was not an ancient warrior. His blood contained the power of the ancient gods, and he was following the path of cultivating gods.
In the world of immortality, ancient warriors’ cultivation cannot improve any further after reaching the innate peak, but Ye Feng is an exception. His virtual star strength has advanced to the level of physical strength and divine power, the second stage of spiritual cultivation.
"You are really ignorant. Who said that one's cultivation in the Immortal Realm would stagnate?"
Confusion and fear flashed across Li Dazhong's eyes. His flying sword was destroyed, and his Dragon Binding Silk Hand was also destroyed. He lost his confidence and became cautious, beginning to think of retreating.
He glanced at the basement door and found that Alan had already arrived there. It was obvious that Alan was preparing to escape while he was fighting with Ye Feng.
But a low growl came from the basement door. Xiaobai had transformed into a howling sky dog, blocking the basement door and baring his fangs at Alan.
It is no longer the little white dog, but a level six ferocious beast.
It was as tall as a man, with golden fur all over its body and four golden paws that were as shiny as snow. It looked very majestic and was blocking the door.
Seeing Xiaobai blocking the door, Alan groaned secretly. He felt the demon pill in Xiaobai's body, which was extremely powerful. It was difficult for him to rush through the door in an instant, and he could not hit him in one blow. Moreover, Ye Feng was behind him, so the idea of taking the opportunity to escape was not feasible.
Ye Feng reached into his arms, thinking that he was going to take the flying sword, and scared Li Dazhong and quickly begged for mercy: "Brother Ye Feng, I am a bastard, I am sorry for offending you, please spare my life."
Ye Feng simply took out a cigar, cut off the seal with a light twist of his fingers, and then snapped his fingers lightly. A spark came out from the Earth Fire Spirit Stone in the Medicine King Ring, lighting the cigar.
He took a puff of his cigar and looked at Li Dazhong and Allen coldly: "It's impossible to escape. Give me a reason why I won't kill you. Li Dazhong, your reason is not good enough."
It was useless to beg for mercy in front of Ye Feng. Li Dazhong gritted his teeth and said, "What reason do you want?"
"It's very simple. A reason that makes me feel that I can avoid killing you. Any reason is fine as long as it can make me interested. It's not like, save you and let me live."
Li Dazhong and Allen looked at each other, and Allen's eyes turned and he said cleverly: "Boss Ye, I have a reason."
"Oh, tell me about it."
"I am the president of the witch society. I am willing to exchange most of our property for my life."
As soon as Allen finished speaking, Elder Shaman said angrily: "No, as long as I convene a meeting of the five elders, I will remove you. You will no longer be the president, and you have no right to use a penny of the witchcraft association's money."
"Tsk tsk, Alan, from now on, you are no longer the president, this proposal is invalid."
"As long as the elders' meeting is not held, I will still be the president."
Alan argued for himself angrily, but his words lacked any strength.
"Li Dazhong, what do you suggest?"
Li Dazhong thought about it and took out a jade talisman from his pocket. It was the talisman of the leader of Taiyi Sect.
"I am now the new leader of Taiyi Sect. I own all the resources of Taiyi Sect. I am willing to use all the resources of Taiyi Sect in exchange for my life."
Ye Feng took the talisman from Li Dazhong and felt a gentle spiritual energy contained in it.
Although the leader's talisman is a spiritual weapon and cannot compare to an immortal weapon, it is a symbol of power.
Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction and said, "The conditions you offered are not bad. Your life is saved. I never thought that I could become the leader of Taiyi Sect."
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