The transformation from Ye Feng was like a storm, sweeping through Mad Dragon's mind. He hadn't expected that in such a short ti, Ye Feng had grown to this level.
"How could you have entered the Lord Realm in such a short ti?" Mad Dragon's voice was icy cold.
"I really have to thank you. Without your Power of Thought, how could I have reached this level so quickly?" Ye Feng said coldly.
Hearing this, Mad Dragon was exceedingly furious. The reason he left that Power of Thought was mainly to guarantee the kill against Ye Feng one day.
But he hadn't expected that the hidden thought would instead help Ye Feng grow, how could he not be enraged?
"Ye Feng, even if you have entered the Lord Realm, so what? Do you think that with your initial cultivation in the Lord Realm, you can escape my extermination? If you hadn't co, it would have been fine, but now that you're here, prepare to die."
Mad Dragon sneered.
As his voice fell, the black light on Mad Dragon flickered continuously, and the stars around him began to shake under an unusual force.
Suddenly, all the water surged skywards, pressing down from above, as a black giant hand descended with unparalleled speed, reaching out for Ye Feng.
Facing the incoming hand, Ye Feng's heart was chilled. He flicked his fingertip, where a bit of seven-colored light appeared.
The mont the seven-colored light erged, Ye Feng pinched it lightly, and in an instant, it slashed toward the giant hand in the sky like a sharp sword.
When the sword fell upon the giant hand, it carried an aura of world-destruction, crashing down, cutting the black hand into two with no resistance.
The power unleashed by the seven-colored energy left Ye Feng slightly stunned, and Mad Dragon appeared dumbfounded.
For the ever-arrogant Mad Dragon, at this mont, even a rare trace of panic erged. He glanced deeply at where the seven colors dissipated, and his body shifted, intending to leave.
Within a fraction of a breath, Mad Dragon's figure split into thousands of black forms, swarming toward all corners.
Watching Mad Dragon turn into black forms, Ye Feng did not rush to pursue but instead closed his eyes, his vast Divine Sense spreading, squeezing into every space around.
Under Ye Feng's Divine Sense observation, every mont of motion by Mad Dragon's black fog was clearly captured.
Upon a rough observation, each black fog's path was identical, but upon closer inspection, three of them had a slight deviation in their trajectory.
Imdiately, Ye Feng opened his eyes, flew toward the three black fogs, and spoke.
"Mad Dragon, since I've co, how could I let you leave easily? If you want to leave, you must leave sothing behind."
As soon as Ye Feng's voice echoed out, he arrived before the three black fogs, grabbed with his hand, releasing an unstoppable force.
This force appeared, covering the three black fogs completely, with signs of driving them away.
At this mont, the three black fogs trembled, and a human form began to manifest. As the three figures took shape, Ye Feng drew back his hand, forming a fist, and smashed it toward the figure forged by the fog.
This fist unleashed an earth-shattering force.
The area covered by the fist glead with golden light, each ray as sharp as Wu Chang's knife, piercing the erging Mad Dragon.
Under the golden light's piercing, Mad Dragon couldn't open his eyes, his body was fixed there.
An enormous, indescribable sense of crisis surged within him. These crisis lights quickly flowed through his Bloodline, reddening his eyes fiercely.
"Ye Feng, you're courting death."
Enraged, Mad Dragon roared, throwing a fist forward, intending to extinguish all the light from Ye Feng's punch.
But as his fist swung out, his body rapidly retreated backward.
For soone who always esteed himself, Mad Dragon now had the notion to flee, adding a layer of ambiguous aning to Ye Feng's smile.
"Trying to escape without leaving anything? Do you think that's possible?" Ye Feng taunted as he swiftly reached out his right hand.
Feeling the aggressive aura approaching from behind, Mad Dragon's heart raced. He exerted his speed to its utmost.
He only wished to leave there quickly.
But the approaching hand was too fast, stunning even Mad Dragon.
Mad Dragon fled faster, but the hand's speed matched his, and during this pursuit, Mad Dragon's figure began to dissipate gradually.
Yet the hand vanished along with Mad Dragon.
"Damn it."
Finally, at the crack of the disappearing space, a snarling curse was heard.
As the voice faded, a hand, brought back by Ye Feng's right hand, appeared, with a lot of black light swirling around it.
This hand belonged to Mad Dragon.
Ye Feng looked calmly at the hand in his grip, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes!
This hand represented Mad Dragon's energy. Absorbing this hand, Ye Feng's strength could increase a bit more!
"Too bad I can't kill him!" Ye Feng sighed.
To exterminate Mad Dragon, his strength was still far from sufficient.
"Mad Dragon, consider this hand as a bit of interest from
to you. Next ti we et, I won't let you escape easily."
After murmuring a few words, Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes. As the energy in his hand began to spin, Mad Dragon's hand started to refine.
A few minutes later, Mad Dragon's hand completely dissolved, forming waves of powerful energy.
This energy entered Ye Feng's body, nourishing his mind, and at this mont, a faint aura arose from Ye Feng.
Because Ye Feng devoured the energy from Mad Dragon's hand, he beca significantly stronger than before entering.
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