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At this moment, Gu Feng felt as if he was in a huge stove. Not a single part of his body was not being burnt by the raging flames.

At the start, he could barely hold on. After a few breaths, he felt as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on him. His body trembled, and with a poof sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and crawled on the ground, unable to move.

The terrifying heat from Jin Yang's scarlet light instantly refined Gu Feng's blood on the ground.

"Bam!"

With a muffled sound, a bloody mist rose from the ground. It was even redder and brighter than the scarlet light of Jin Yang.

What was even stranger was that the blood mist seemed to have a mind of its own as it devoured the scarlet light and charged toward the Gold Sun Beads.

Ye Han's expression changed. When he was about to put away the Gold Sun Bead, it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, the blood mist had covered the Gold Sun Bead. The Spirit Pattern Array attached to the Gold Sun Bead was like a tonic to the blood mist.

"Pah!"

The cracking sound of the Sonic Jade Bead could be heard. After the Gold Sun Bead released a scarlet glow, it finally dimmed down. Looking carefully, there were cracks all over its surface. This Gold Sun Bead, which was worth quite a lot and had brought Ye Han countless reputation, had been completely destroyed. As for that ball of blood mist, it too quickly dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

Ye Han was shocked. He waved his wide sleeves and gathered up a wisp of blood mist that had yet to disperse. He wrapped the Spiritual Energy up and brought it close to himself to take a sniff.

"This... How is that possible?! "

The blood of a mere Martial Disciple actually contained power that even an Awakened Spirit Cultivator like him could not hope to match!

What kind of background did this kid have? The only possibility that a low level martial artist could suppress a high level martial artist was through the suppression of their bloodline.

Could it be that he's of Pattern Saint's bloodline?

However, until now, there had only been one Spirit Pattern Saint person born in the Great Boundless World.

Furthermore, Spirit Pattern Saint himself had perished under the combined assault of a hundred Deity Stage experts thirty years ago.

His only grandson was currently imprisoned in the Spirit Capital. With an aerial expert of the Battle Soul Academy guarding this small city at all times, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape to this border city without being discovered.

Ye Han frowned and looked at Gu Feng on the ground again. His expression became more complicated.

Although he did not believe that Pattern Saint's grandson could escape the Spirit Capital, the reality in front of his eyes made him doubt it.

Other than Pattern Saint's bloodline, which Martial Disciple would be able to control their magic power through the use of their blood?

Could it be that the proton imprisoned in the Spirit Capital was a fake? This young man in front of him was the true grandson of Pattern Saint?

"Hiss …"

Ye Han was scared stiff by the shocking thought that suddenly came up from the bottom of his heart. If it was really like he guessed, the entire Spirit Nation would become the joke of Great Boundless World!

Sixteen years ago, the Spirit Nation ran away from the Spirit Capital as Pattern Saint's son.

Sixteen years later, Pattern Saint's grandson was also found and escaped?

The pressure on top of his head suddenly disappeared.

Although Gu Feng didn't understand the reason, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt much more relaxed.

He slowly raised his head, his face pale from the loss of blood.

But his spiritual altar was completely clear. Looking at Ye Han who was in a daze, he slowly stood up, raised his ivory bone blade high up and said loudly: "Is that all you can do? Come on! Come and kill me! "

The veins on his forehead were trembling, and blood was flowing out of his mouth. His eyes were scarlet red, and he looked like an evil spirit.

In the conference hall of the Chu Family, in front of a Peak Martial Cultivator like Chu Chengfaang, he was completely powerless to retaliate, and his Natural Spiritual Root was robbed alive.

The heavens pity him and bring him back to life.

Now, he was once again suppressed to the point where he couldn't move a single inch in front of Dark Iron Hunter with his Battle Soul Academy.

Reason? Do I need a reason?

In less than a day, Gu Feng had a new understanding of Great Boundless World.

The strong flipped their hands, and the weak turned into ants!

He was no longer that servant who wanted to get rid of his slave!

He was Gu Feng, a man who had lost his innocence and walked into the forest with an ivory bone knife in his hand!

Life is like an ant, so what's there to fear about death?

"Hmph, do you think this sovereign can't kill you?"

Ye Han looked down at Gu Feng and coldly said, "Although you destroyed this sovereign's Gold Sun Beads, as long as you can honestly answer this sovereign's questions, this sovereign can spare your life!"

"So much nonsense. If you have the ability, come and kill me!"

Gu Feng shouted loudly as if he had gone insane. He grabbed his ivory bone blade and rushed towards Ye Han's warbeast.

"You're courting death!"

Ye Han's mouth burst out into a chilling tone. With a gentle wave of his palm, a gentle force was sent towards Gu Feng's head.

Gu Feng's body took a few steps forward before suddenly stopping. He was entangled by the gentle force and flew to the front of Ye Han in the air.

"Now that you have all the acupoints in your body under control by me, you should honestly answer any questions you have. Otherwise, I will make it so that you will have a life worse than death!"

Ye Han pressed his finger on Gu Feng's head and asked coldly, "How old are you this year?"

Gu Feng smirked as he looked up at Ye Han.

He turned a deaf ear to his question.

Ye Han's face sank. The strength in his hands was slightly heavier. Gu Feng felt as if he was wrapped around the neck by a giant python. He couldn't even breathe.

Only when he was on the verge of suffocating did Ye Han relax a little. He threatened in a cold voice, "Within thirty percent, if you still dare to not answer, I will break your limbs and destroy your eyes!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the warbeast beneath him shook.

Ye Han frowned and looked down. He was surprised to find that the Soul Devouring Beast had become restless.

He released a Spiritual Sense and circled around the Soul Devouring Beast, but did not discover anything. Just as he was about to examine the Soul Devouring Beast's body, the Soul Devouring Beast suddenly jumped up.

Ye Han, who was caught off guard, suddenly stood up from his iron throne.

His expression changed. Just as he was about to stabilize his body, he suddenly remembered that he was still holding Gu Feng in his hand. His palm trembled and he pushed Gu Feng away, then he shot out a Spiritual Energy and stuck it onto the Soul Devouring Beast's body.

Gu Feng punched towards Ye Zichen's face from above.

Ye Han never thought that Gu Feng, who had all the major acupoints in his body under his control, would still be able to move freely.

If he wanted to react, it would be too late. He could only condense the Spiritual Energy and prepare to take the punch first before retaliating. How could a mere early stage Spiritual Energy martial artist like him be able to harm him?

There was even a trace of a sneer on Ye Han's face.

And that was what Gu Feng was waiting for!

Just as his fist was about to touch Ye Han's head, he suddenly changed his move. He turned his body and the ivory bone blade in his other hand suddenly chopped down.

"Puchi!"

The sharp bone blade tore Ye Han's robe apart, piercing through his muscles, accurately piercing into his heart through the gap of his ribs!

A chill rose from the bottom of Ye Han's heart and instantly spread across his entire body.