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Chapter 689 - 690 Hell Mode

Chapter 689: Chapter 690 Hell Mode

"Ignorant fool!" Ye Feng sneered, his body suddenly erupting with the aura of a second-tier pseudo-saint at its peak. He had an extraordinary encounter in the Nine Turns Golden Thunder Pagoda, breaking through to the peak of a second-tier pseudo-saint.

Ye Feng stepped forward, leaving a footprint on the ground, his legs bending like springs gathering force—then in the next moment, he shot up like a fierce tiger.

"Furious Tiger’s Roaring Palm!"

This palm strike was terrifyingly powerful, enough to kill an ordinary second-tier pseudo-saint.

Ye Wudao’s eyes remained indifferent as he swung a punch.

"Dragon Fury Palm!"

Bang!

The fist and palm collided, the terrifying forces meeting and exploding into a shocking sound.

"Holy shit, is this big brother Ye Feng’s strength?"

"That’s too strong!"

"That guy is also unfathomable, actually being able to withstand big brother Ye Feng!" The group of Ye family imperial clan’s geniuses lying on the ground were utterly shocked.

The two had their first exchange of blows, and it was a draw!

"Interesting, I didn’t expect that you could actually withstand my palm!" Ye Feng’s eyes showed surprise as he attacked again like a fierce tiger.

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Feng’s attacks were like a frenzied storm, extremely vicious, each move a lethal threat!

On the other hand, Ye Wudao kept blocking.

The scene appeared to be in Ye Feng’s favor.

After dozens of rounds.

Ye Wudao frowned and discontentedly said, "Ye Feng, we are both direct descendants of the Ye family imperial clan. Isn’t it inappropriate for you to strike with such malice, treating your own clan like deadly enemies?"

"Hmph, in my eyes, there’s no distinction of direct lineage, sheer power is the ultimate authority!" Ye Feng sneered, attacking Ye Wudao again.

Ye Wudao was thoroughly enraged, swinging a punch furiously like the wrath of a true dragon.

"True Dragon Fist!"

Bang!

A dull sound was heard, Ye Feng staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face showing shock.

Impossible!

How could this man possess such terrifying strength!

He was clearly just at the peak of a first-tier battle emperor!

Ye Wudao said calmly, "You are no match for me, concede. As a genius of the Ye family imperial clan’s direct line, I do not wish to harm you!"

Ye Wudao was speaking the truth. The direct line of the Ye family imperial clan was currently in a precarious state, and harming a genius like Ye Feng would be a significant blow!

"Shut up, you have not won yet!" Ye Feng roared, pulling out a sword and channeling his power into it.

With a buzz, the sword trembled continuously, surprisingly emitting a wave of demonic qi!

This aura!

Ye Wudao’s pupils shrank, and he exclaimed in shock, "How can you use demonic qi?"

You should know, in the current world, only martial artists of the Demon Sect use demonic qi!

"What, is that demonic qi?"

"How can big brother Ye Feng use demonic qi?" The direct lineage geniuses couldn’t believe it.

Ye Wudao stared intensely at Ye Feng, demanding, "Who taught you to use demonic qi, tell me!"

"Heh, dead men don’t need to know so much!" Ye Feng sneered, slashing his sword at Ye Wudao.

"Demon Tiger Sword Slash!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes were cold as he countered with a slash.

"Dragon Prison Blade Technique!"

A black and red collision of forces erupted into a deafening boom, neither side yielding.

"Break!" Ye Feng roared furiously, demonic qi surging around him, the power of his sword suddenly increasing, breaking through Ye Wudao’s blade technique.

Thump thump...

Ye Wudao staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, a sword gash appearing on his abdomen.

"Ye Wudao, are you alright?"

"How are you?" Several geniuses of the Ye family imperial clan stood in front of Ye Wudao, glaring angrily at Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn’t help but angrily say, "Ye Kai, Ye Ming, what are you doing?"

"Ye Feng, you actually covertly practiced demonic techniques!"

"Don’t you know that the Demon Sect is a mortal enemy of our Ye family imperial clan?"

"You are a traitor!" The geniuses of the direct lineage roared in anger.

In their eyes, Ye Feng’s actions equated to a complete betrayal of the Ye family imperial clan!

Ye Feng defended, "I practiced demonic techniques because only the cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect can make me stronger and help our Ye family imperial clan escape from suffering sooner!"

"Shut up!"

"You are just a petty person, a hypocrite!"

"We will inform the elders!" Many geniuses of the Ye family imperial clan cursed loudly.

"What, tell the elders?" Ye Feng was stunned, looking at his childhood playmates berating him so harshly, his body trembled violently, then he revealed a sinister smile. "Fine, fine, fine, if you all think that I have betrayed the Ye family imperial clan, I might as well kill all of you—then no one will know!"

What?

Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, the faces of the Ye family imperial clan’s geniuses turned pale!

"Don’t panic, I’m here!" Ye Wudao spoke up.

"Damn kid, all of this is your fault! If it weren’t for you, I would have already been the young Clan Leader of the Ye family imperial clan, and my true capabilities wouldn’t have been exposed!" Ye Feng’s eyes were filled with anger.

"You may have revealed your true capabilities, but I haven’t yet!" Ye Wudao said with a smile.

"Die!" Ye Feng slashed his sword at Ye Wudao, moving as fast as lightning.

"Demon Shadow Sword Technique!"

Ye Feng took a step forward, and dozens of afterimages appeared around his body, making it hard to distinguish the real from the fake. Each afterimage possessed the strength of a pseudo-Saint.

"Imperial Devil’s Eye!" Ye Wudao’s pupils widened, releasing a blood-red evil light. He quickly located Ye Feng’s true body.

"Found you!" Ye Wudao sneered coldly, swinging his sword.

Thud!

Ye Feng spat out blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered back, and exclaimed in shock, "No, this is impossible, how could you see through my Demon Shadow Sword Technique?"

"Heh, is that so difficult?" Ye Wudao sneered coldly.

"I’ll fight you with all I’ve got!" At the height of his rage, Ye Feng took out a black pill from his body—the Demon Explosion Pill. Suddenly, Yin Jiu’s words echoed in his mind.

"This pill’s effect is fierce; do not consume unless in a life or death situation!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Feng swallowed the Demon Explosion Pill.

"Aaaargh!" Ye Feng let out a beast-like roar, his neck veins bulging, his face distorted, and his aura surged wildly, actually reaching the level of a third-rank pseudo-Saint!

"What the hell, Ye Feng’s strength suddenly became so powerful!"

"This guy has fallen into the demonic path, becoming even more terrifying!"

"Ye Wudao is in danger!" Many direct descendants’ faces changed dramatically.

"You little brat, die!" Ye Feng roared furiously, attacking with his sword.

"Protect Ye Wudao!" All the Ye clan’s geniuses rushed over.

Thud!

Thud!

The Ye clan’s geniuses couldn’t withstand Ye Feng’s attack and spat out blood, suffering heavy casualties!

"You, you guys!" Ye Wudao was extremely shocked when he saw this scene.

"Ye Wudao, you must live for us!"

"You are the real young Clan Leader!" These direct descendants chuckled, blood oozed from the corners of their mouths, then they closed their eyes.

No!

No, don’t!

Ye Wudao was enraged to the extreme, his eyes emitting a murderous aura!

"Heh, just a bunch of trash dying makes you this angry? Now it’s your turn!" Ye Feng mocked, and attacked Ye Wudao again with his sword.

"Slaughter Battle Body!" Ye Wudao roared, his aura surging tens of times stronger.

"Heaven-Stepping Move!"

One step of Ye Wudao became equivalent to ten, his strength surged again!

Boom!

Ye Wudao’s aura exploded to twenty times its normal strength!

"Ye Feng, you traitor, bear my wrath!" Ye Wudao raged, swinging his sword fiercely, like the wrath of the Hell Demon Emperor.

"Heaven-Stepping Demon Emperor Slash!"

Not good!

Ye Feng’s pupils shrank, his body hair stood on end, and he immediately released Gang Qi to defend.

Boom!

A terrifying sound came, and the Gang Qi in front of Ye Feng was shredded like paper, his body was flung away like a cannonball.

"Aaaaaah!" Ye Feng let out a miserable howl and was instantly killed.

"Well done!"

"Worthy of being the young Clan Leader!"

"Long live the young Clan Leader!" A few Ye clan’s direct descendants at the scene danced with excitement, as if it was not them who had killed Ye Feng, but Ye Wudao.

At the same time, a voice echoed in Ye Wudao’s mind.

"Difficulty Mode Level Seven cleared successfully, qualifier Ye Wudao, you have earned an extra reward!"

A surge of pure force erupted from the Nine Turns Thunder Tower, pouring into Ye Wudao’s body.

With his eyes closed, Ye Wudao’s whole body absorbed the extremely pure Spiritual Energy frantically.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Wudao slowly opened his eyes, his pupils shooting out a sharp light!

Second-rank Battle Emperor!

At the same time, outside.

"What the hell, Ye Wudao successfully cleared the seventh level!"

"He is about to go to the eighth level now!"

"Did he get an adrenaline boost, so ferocious!"

"Of course, he is the undisputed young Clan Leader of our Ye Imperial Clan!" Everyone was excited.

The clan elders also had faces full of joy.

"This kid is amazing!"

"I hope he can successfully clear the eighth level!"

"Ah, it’s tough; all of us old folks have fallen at the eighth level!" Mentioning the terror of the eighth level, the clan elders turned pale; these elders are all fourth-rank pseudo-saints who have failed at the eighth level.

Only Yin Jiu showed anger, clenching his fist. "Ye Feng, you waste, what a waste of resources I spent on you!"

A voice suddenly echoed in Ye Wudao’s mind; "Given your outstanding performance, the Nine Turns Thunder Tower will now forcibly enable Hell Mode for you, increasing the difficulty hundredfold!"

What?

Hell Mode?!

Difficulty increased by a hundred times?

And it’s compulsory!

Ye Wudao’s expression changed, and he asked anxiously, "Wait, what happens if I fail?"

"Death!" A cold mechanical voice sounded, devoid of any emotion.