Everyone was in extreme shock. Feng Qingyang defeated the ancient genius Di Tian. He was so famous and powerful that his aura reached the sky. His clothes were whiter than snow without any bloodstains. He was tall and majestic, with an unparalleled demeanor.
Standing in the void, he was like a young god in white, with eyes as sharp as torches, piercing the sky. He raised his hands to cover the sky, with an aura that swallowed up mountains and rivers. Every calm breath could create wind and rain. He looked down upon the world and the heroes from all directions without any fear.
"Di Tian is dead?"
"He is really dead. He was the unrivaled overlord of the Middle Ages..." Everyone felt their scalps tingling and their mouths dry as they looked at Feng Qingyang standing in the void. He was this rising star of recent times. Watching his rise was like witnessing the birth of a myth.
Although he had guessed the ending long ago, he was speechless when he really faced it. This was not just as simple as killing Di Tian, but it also represented that the cultivators of modern times had completely drawn a line between themselves and those of medieval times. From now on, they would no longer care about life or death, and the fight would not stop until one of them died.
Feng Qingyang's long hair was flying, and his black hair moved with the wind, showing his absolute strength at the moment. He looked so young, just like a young man who had just reached adulthood, but the domineering aura and the heroic spirit he exuded were almost breathtaking. The strength and indifference in his eyes made countless people present feel ashamed.
What is power? This is power. The naked strong is respected. Looking around, the invisible force of oppression that spreads makes everyone breathless.
He could see through the universe with a glance, and he was extremely domineering. Standing at the ancient star Tianxuan under the starry sky, the whole sky was trembling. He had a silent expression, which was an absolute indifference, the indifference of a strong man. No matter who was in front of him, they had to endure this indifference.
No one can shake his will, and no one can match his pride. Even those so-called great powers of the ancient times and geniuses of the Middle Ages lose their luster in front of him and become his foil.
His eyes moved and his calm breathing seemed particularly rhythmic. He glanced around and saw that the sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking. There were cracks as big as a foot long everywhere in the endless void. Although they were constantly repairing, they could only proceed slowly due to the fluctuations of mana that had not yet completely dissipated.
Tens of thousands of cultivators from all directions, as well as trillions of creatures in the spiritual world, countless gazes and divine consciousness swept across the void, and the wind and clouds on the ancient star Tianxuan almost stirred up a huge storm.
A dull sound suppressed the surroundings. Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair moving in the wind, his face was white, his teeth were white, and his powerful charm spread in all directions. He was so handsome and elegant that almost no one could compare to him.
"What does it matter if we win or lose? It's just a matter of life and death." Someone sighed that Feng Qingyang's power had completely risen and could not be stopped.
The rising sun is at its zenith at this moment. Everyone in the spiritual world is shrouded in its light and has no power to resist at all.
The Fire Spirit King was silent, the Peerless Sword Saint was silent, Gai Jiuyou was silent, and even tens of thousands of cultivators from all directions, who were from different eras, had witnessed the tide of history, or in other words, had seen countless peerless overlords.
But compared with the current Feng Qingyang, he is still far behind. His fighting power is not unparalleled in the world, but how many people can truly suppress him
"Good boy, have you become so perverted? Fuck you." Gai Jiuyou murmured. Although Di Tian was very powerful, he also had the strength to compete with him.
The reason why Feng Qingyang is said like this is because he is too abnormal. From the beginning to the end, the strength Feng Qingyang displayed was only his own strength and the trend of heaven and earth.
His methods and his trump cards have never been revealed until now. As mysterious as he is, he hides them so deeply that everything he has shown is just the tip of the iceberg in his eyes.
This hidden powerful being, after countless years of suppression by the Heavenly Dao, finally opened his mouth and began to arm himself with sharp teeth and hard armor.
Is this the real you? The Fire Spirit King sighed, recalling the image of his brother's death. This person killed him with violent and rough means. Now thinking about it, he still underestimated him.
There will definitely be a fight between the two of them, but this fight will not happen at this time, at least he will not take advantage of others' misfortune.
In the battle with Di Tian, Feng Qingyang seemed relaxed, but he keenly smelled a hint of something unusual, and he was injured.
Thinking of this, the Fire Spirit King suddenly turned around, his whole body burning with flames, and the rising heat waves completely covered him. From a distance, he looked hazy and graceful.
“This time next year, you and I will have a battle here on the ancient planet Mars!” After saying this, he disappeared from the spot with a loud bang. He came and went in a hurry, without leaving any trace.
Everyone was stunned and in an uproar. They didn't understand why the Fire Spirit King left. They also didn't understand why he became the scapegoat of Di Tian when he was obviously the protagonist.
Gai Jiuyou's eyes flashed. At this moment, the Fire Spirit King had gained his recognition. The strong should respect each other. Even though they had different philosophies and could not work together, how could there be so many constraints on the road to hegemony
"I will wait for you for half a year, just half a year, at this same place. If you don't come by then, I, the Sword King, swear to attack your Nine Heavens Palace and personally slaughter the monks of your City of Sin."
Having said this, he rode the dragon in the sky, changed direction, let out a long roar, flew into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“They’re all gone?!”
"Yes, they all left, and they made an agreement that a decisive battle will take place here again in half a year!" Tens of thousands of monks around were speechless, staring at the two people who left in amazement, and they were unable to recover for a moment.
In fact, they were more immersed in the previous battle, the extreme competition between Feng Qingyang and Di Tian, which greatly opened their eyes, especially Feng Qingyang's Feng Shui skills.
The dragons soared and the tigers leaped, the winds and clouds gathered, and they suddenly remembered a legend. If they looked at it seriously, it was not really a legend, but the power of the legend was re-examined in Feng Qingyang.
First is fate, second is luck, and third is Feng Shui! The art of Feng Shui, the trend of heaven and earth, this is the first time they have seen how powerful it is!
"I won't leave. After half a year, the Peerless Sword King will come here less often. For cultivators like me, half a year is just a blink of an eye."
"Yes, their battle has given us a lot of insights. After all, this kind of monster-level battle is not something you can see just because you want to."
Everyone echoed the voice, and some even hid directly in the void, having already planned caves for themselves.
Gai Jiuyou walked in front of Feng Qingyang. Although he didn't say anything, it was self-evident that he was looking at him deeply with his eyes, as if waiting for his decision.
What will happen next? This battle will soon spread throughout the spirit world, and Feng Qingyang's reputation will probably become even more popular and at its peak!