Chapter 1539 - 1540: You Don’t Dare?
Boom!
The ground shook, and the shockwave rose like a thousand layers of giant waves, carrying a large amount of soil into the sky, forming an arc-shaped circle.
Yang Fei stood in the middle of the arc-shaped circle, with his entire body exuding Essence Qi and murderous intent, like waves on the sea, surging towards Shi Kong wave after wave.
Subdue Demon!
This is Elephant Extreme's strongest killer move; True Martial Qi Energy forms an ultra-destructive force by earth's pulsation.
Elephant Extreme's immense power, filled with rocks and sand, pounded toward Shi Kong like hailstones.
The tornado formed by Shi Kong's True Martial Qi Energy, though imposing, was too chaotic in power.
He couldn't block the bullet-like mud and stones at all, instantly looking completely embarrassed!
All the Night Clansmen watched Yang Fei suddenly erupt with such momentum, dumbfounded.
This was Yang Fei's true strength; all Night Clan experts who had harbored luck and intended to rebel felt deeply fortunate.
Luckily, none dared act against Yang Fei, or they'd have died miserably.
Shi Kong was struck consecutively by stones but laughed heartily.
His eyebrows didn't even flinch; facing the turbulent air wave attack, he charged forward, with the tornado behind him roaring like a giant flag.
Shi Kong rushed to Yang Fei, threw a Hook Punch, breaking through the air, striking towards Yang Fei's head.
With this punch, Shi Kong utilized all his strength.
Only to hear thunderous noises in the air, rumbling like muffled thunder, forming an enormous punch seal that looked as big as a small mountain.
This is his True Martial Qi Energy, fused with air ions to create a powerful force.
It could be said that even a small mountain could explode under such a mighty fist.
All the Night Clansmen screamed.
Though everyone witnessed Yang Fei's might firsthand, they now worried as Shi Kong unleashed such a terrifying offensive.
Everyone saw clearly that with Shi Kong's brutal and fierce nature, if Yang Fei were defeated, the Night Clan would be slaughtered entirely by Shi Kong.
Yang Fei snorted, extended two fingers like catching a fly, pinched forward.
Everyone saw his casual demeanor, scared to close their eyes, afraid to see his bloody and brutal fate.
However, Ye Shengge watched very closely.
Yang Fei casually pinched, and Shi Kong's enormous punch suddenly vanished.
Even the massive tornado behind him suddenly dissipated.
Everything seemed like magic, changing so quickly, it dazzled the mind.
Even Shi Kong was dumbfounded: "What kind of Kung Fu is this?"
"Heh, the kind for beating people up, take my punch."
Yang Fei smiled coldly, suddenly executing a Hook Punch, thunderously struck Shi Kong's abdomen.
Shi Kong flew out like a kite with a broken string.
In mid-air, liquid mixed with blood sprayed from his chest cavity.
Yang Fei didn't relax at all, his body like an arrow piercing through clouds, soared up, delivered a knee strike, crashed on Shi Kong's lower back.
Shi Kong screamed miserably, his body uncontrollably flipped mid-air.
Then, Yang Fei executed a Whip Kick, heavily slashing at Shi Kong's chest.
The next second, Shi Kong slammed down like a stone.
Yang Fei's body gently landed beside him, his left foot mercilessly stomping on his left cheek.
In the blink of an eye, the mighty Shi Kong was beaten into submission by Yang Fei.
All the Night Clansmen had their mouths forming an O, like thunderstruck toads.
Everyone's heart clearly understood that all Night Clan experts present, even if they all rushed together, wouldn't be a match for the Baldy.
Yet this strong figure yielded to Yang Fei, unable to last three moves, lying beneath Yang Fei's feet.
As the crowd regained their senses, excitement led to a torrent of discussion.
"The master is the true God, when the Divine Being makes a move, it is invincible in the world."
"The master is mighty, saving the Night Clan from fire and water."
"The master's Divine Might covers the world, invincible. I've never admired anyone, but today I am wholeheartedly convinced."
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Ye Shenge and Ye Liuguang, two girls, joyfully hugged each other.
Ye Liuguang giggled coquettishly, looking at Yang Fei as if a she-wolf saw prey.
"For my lifetime, I am the master's slave; my first time will always be for the master; if he doesn't want me, I'll commit suicide."
Ye Shengge listened to Ye Liuguang's shameless words, feeling both angry and amused.
Yet she looked at Yang Fei's face, equally entranced.
No woman can dislike a powerful hero; Ye Shengge was no exception.
Yang Fei stood on Shi Kong, emotionless, like a God Statue that suppresses Ghosts and Gods.
At this moment, Shi Kong looked utterly miserable, his chest covered in blood and vomit, his jaw fractured by Yang Fei.
The worst was his chest bone broken, white chest bones poking out.
Shi Kong's nature was fierce, refusing to bow, struggling under Yang Fei's foot.
However, Yang Fei pressed harder, pushing him deeper into the mud pit.
Finally, Shi Kong couldn't move anymore, spreading his hands, lying desperately on the ground, eyes fixed on Yang Fei.
"Who exactly are you? Where are you from?"
Yang Fei coldly looked at Shi Kong.
"The loser has no right to question; answer my questions well, and I can spare you, or blame me not for killing you."
Shi Kong laughed bitterly, blood gushing from his mouth.
"You're right, the loser has no right to question a strong man, ask away?"
Yang Fei's eyes locked on Shi Kong: "Where is your god?"
Though Yang Fei had already defeated three Envoys of the gods, his sense of crisis only grew stronger.
He's clearly felt that his actions have drawn the gods' attention, the crisis is imminent.
Waiting passively for a beating is not Yang Fei's style; taking the initiative is the Tao.
Shi Kong listened to Yang Fei's words, hesitated, then showed a bitter smile on his face.
"Damn it. If I knew where the god was, it would be great; from start to finish, I was just a slave."
Shi Kong said, showing curiosity, even itching to go.
"What's wrong, are you interested in the god? Great, I want to catch this guy too."
Shi Kong said, struggling to lift his head, glanced at Yang Fei.
"I say, can you remove your foot from my head?"
Yang Fei found this big man's nature frank, heavily injured yet not fearing death, somewhat commendable, hence took his foot off.
Shi Kong struggled to crawl up, coughed twice, blood gushing from his mouth.
He didn't even wipe it, grabbing his broken chest bone and resetting it, then tore clothes to bandage it.
Yang Fei did not stop him, just quietly watched from the side.
Such a hero's manner again triggered Night Clan people's cheers, countless Night Clan girls gazed at Yang Fei's handsome face, captivated.
Shi Kong fixed his broken bone, patted the dust off, stood up.
"You want to challenge what god? I'll take you."
"I also want to see what kind of monster is behind this; I've had enough."
Yang Fei was somewhat surprised; he didn't expect this person, claiming to be an Envoy of the god, yet contradicted the god easily.
Shi Kong walked two steps, seeing Yang Fei still in place, his eyes widened.
"Why, are you scared?"