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The long spear in his hand disappeared in a flash and was kept by Yi Feng in his ring. Yi Feng's expression was calm as he looked at the golden screen of light before him, his eyes shining with a strange light.

Seeing Yi Feng putting away his spear, the surrounding people were all a little confused. Could it be that this young man was going to give up on resisting? Was all that talk just now just a joke?

Yi Feng snorted coldly as he walked out of the golden light formation. Before everyone's incredulous eyes, a huge sword appeared in Yi Feng's hand. The sword was more than two meters long and was blood-red in color. An even more bloody aura emanated from it.

Yi Feng held the Blood Devour in his hand. His eyes were cold as he poured his true energy into the Blood Devour without holding back. The light on the surface of the Blood Devour became even more dazzling as it emitted an ancient aura.

Yu Zihe's expression changed. This blood-red greatsword gave him a sense of oppression. It was a feeling of facing the might of the heavens, and it did not allow him to resist. This feeling was too strange, and even Yu Zihe himself could not clearly describe it.

Almost at the same time, all the other Upper Sky warriors cried out in surprise, "Top tier weapon!" This blood-red longsword was clearly an existence surpassing the advanced level, but no one would think that it was an Emperor level weapon because it was a legendary existence. Even the highest level weapons were unimaginable to them, and only people like the three great Patriarchs would have the possibility of possessing a top level weapon.

Yi Feng's long hair flowed despite the lack of wind, and his eyes were cold. The killing intent from his body was awe-inspiring. With both hands on his sword, he raised the blood-red sword high into the air, roaring in his heart, "Flame Slash!"

A blood-red zhen qi layer that was about ten meters long and three meters wide shot out like lightning towards the golden light wall in front of him. Wherever the zhen qi layer went, the space was torn apart, releasing an unimaginable pressure.

All of the martial artists present, including even the Xiantian masters, paled and quickly retreated. In an instant, only Yi Feng and Yu Zihe were left in the courtyard.

The sword in Yi Feng's hand was a top grade weapon. Even in the entire Nether Tomb, there were only a few that could be found. With top grade weapons, it was still possible to challenge those stronger than him.

At this moment, Yu Zihe's face was somewhat lifeless. Under this terrifying pressure, he actually didn't have the slightest intention to resist. At this moment, his mind was completely in submission.

The huge blood-red blade directly sliced through the golden light screen. It was like cutting through tofu, without any obstructions. Not only that, the huge blood-red blade of true energy directly slashed towards Yu Zihe.

It could be said that this slash was far beyond the strength of a grandmaster. Even the average Xiantian master wouldn't dare to rashly receive it. Almost everyone knew that Yu Zihe would undoubtedly die.

An elderly figure suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zi He. With a grave expression, his hands seemed to have instantly formed a strange palm print and a golden Zhen Qi barrier appeared in front of him.

Without any surprise, the blood-red blade directly struck the golden light barrier. Strangely, no sound came out, only the blood-red blade hitting the golden light barrier. The two actually clashed against each other.

The instant the blood-red blade slashed at the golden light barrier, the old figure's body trembled slightly. Following that, the hand seal changed and the golden light barrier in front of him became even brighter, forcibly blocking the blood-red blade.

At the same time, the golden light barrier slowly became thinner and dimmer. Clearly, both of them were consuming energy.

At one point, the blood-red blade had completely dissipated, leaving behind only a thin layer of the golden light screen. It no longer had any defensive effects.

The instant the golden light screen disappeared, everyone also recognized this old man as Yu Zihe's father, Yu Songming. Yu Songming's figure flashed out the moment the golden light array was broken, he knew that Yu Zihe would definitely not be able to block this attack. Although he thought very highly of Yi Feng's attack, the moment he blocked it, Yu Songming discovered that the power of this attack was far beyond his imagination.

When the whole courtyard quieted down, the only sound that could be heard was Yi Feng's heavy breathing. The burden of this attack on Yi Feng was too great.

Yu Zihe's eyes were cloudy and his heart was filled with dejection. A beginner Martial Master had actually defeated him. Not only that, but if his father was not present, he would have already died.

Yu Songming did not attack Yi Feng. At this moment, he suddenly understood the importance this young man held in the hearts of the three great forefathers. This young man even had a top-notch weapon.

No one would believe that Yi Feng's sword was a gift from the three great forefathers. In the Nether Tomb, only the forefathers would have a top-grade weapon.

Looking at Yu Zihe's appearance, Yu Songming let out a soft sigh. If it were him, the damage he would receive would not be any less than Yu Zihe's. It was likely that a shadow would be left in Yu Zihe's heart.

Zhan Tian appeared beside Yi Feng. He wanted to guard against Yu Songming's sudden attack on Yi Feng. Perhaps Yi Feng could defeat a grandmaster level expert, but against a high-level Xiantian expert, Yi Feng could only die.

Liu Li Jing'er walked to Yi Feng's side and supported him with her jade-like hands. She knew that Yi Feng was probably holding on with all his might. Even after experiencing such an intense battle, his zhenqi was almost exhausted.

Yi Feng looked at Liu Li Jing'er and smiled gently, allowing her to support him. However, his gaze was on Yu Zihe. If Yu Zihe still wanted to fight, Yi Feng would not retreat.

"Martial Nephew Yi, let's call it a day. In the future, no one in my Yu clan will ever come looking for trouble with you." This time, he wanted to teach Yi Feng a lesson. Unexpectedly, even his own son had almost lost his life.

Yi Feng did not say anything. He knew that the battle today was caused by Yu Ziyang, but he was afraid that it was mostly because of his own brilliance.

"If Elder Yu has nothing else, please return. Junior Feng still needs to rest." Zhan Tian's voice was ice-cold. Just now, Yi Feng had almost died at the hands of Yu Zihe.

All of the surrounding martial artists had difficulty calming down. The appearance of a genius in front of them could be said to be a blow to them, but at the same time, it was also a stimulus.

Everyone left one after the other. Xue Yue looked at Liu Li Jing'er beside Yi Feng. She was worried about Yi Feng, but she still left with her master, her eyes filled with desolation.

Just as Yu DaoShu was about to leave, his expression suddenly changed and he stayed in the courtyard.

Not only did he not teach Yi Feng a lesson, he had also lost face. However, due to the presence of the few great Patriarchs, Yu Songming did not flare up, the murderous intent in his eyes not dissipating.

At this moment, only Yi Feng and the other three disciples were left in the yard with their black shadows. The youth dressed in blood-red suddenly laughed.

There are updates at night... I'd like to recommend a brother's book, "Wu Zhen Qiankun".