Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 258 Why is He So Strong!

Chapter 258: Chapter 258 Why is He So Strong!

Yez Ming also urged the Two-winged White Tiger beneath him to stop running, his sword pointing directly at Shi Feng, his whole demeanor radiating confidence, as if he were in complete control of the situation— a stark contrast to moments ago when he was prostrating on the ground, pleading with Shi Feng for mercy, like a completely different person.

Shi Feng looked at Yez Ming not far ahead of him and scoffed disdainfully, "Want to kill me? You think you’re worthy?" In fact, Shi Feng was being quite truthful and candid.

However, upon hearing this, Yez Ming not only didn’t get angry, but he burst into laughter and said, "I admit you are powerful. Even Ruo Feifan was easily killed by you, but that was in the past. Now, you’re nothing more than a toothless tiger. My talent is no less than yours, Yez Ming. I just lack some of your extraordinary experiences. But I believe, once I kill you and obtain your secrets, I will become stronger than you, and my path will be higher and further than yours ever was!"

Yez Ming’s face was full of confidence as he spoke these words.

"A worthless martial artist dares to say such shameless things! If such trash were to surpass me, then my two lives would have been lived in vain," Shi Feng murmured under his breath, finding it somewhat amusing—this person, who once cowered at his feet, whom he could crush as easily as an ant.

Seeing Shi Feng’s smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, facing such a formidable enemy with such disdain, Yez Ming started to get angry, his expression slowly turning cold, he shouted, "Laugh all you want now, soon you won’t even have time to cry!"

After Yez Ming’s low shout, the Two-winged White Tiger beneath him seemed to have sensed its master’s intention. The huge white body leaped forward, claws bared, hurling towards Shi Feng with a ferocious roar—a gust of wind was stirred up, and sharp Wind Blades formed in front of it, slicing towards Shi Feng.

Together with the White Tiger, Yez Ming also moved, his sword emitting a burst of intense cyan light, thrusting a sword towards Shi Feng—a fierce cyan Sword Qi stabbed out, aiming directly at Shi Feng’s head.

At that moment, Shi Feng’s feet remained unmoved from beginning to end. His right hand, formed into a Sword Finger, slightly moved, and he gently drew it horizontally in front of him—a horizontal White Sword Qi appeared, then shot forward with great force.

The White Sword Qi shredded through the sharp Wind Blades coming towards it, and then it sliced through the massive body of the Two-winged White Tiger.

Just then, as the cyan sword shadow was about to hit Shi Feng’s head, Shi Feng moved his left hand and flicked it with his fingers— "Bang!" A low hum sounded, and the cyan Sword Qi shooting down was also instantly shattered by Shi Feng’s flick.

"How could this be?" Yez Ming saw his and the White Tiger’s combined attack being effortlessly broken by this man, his face full of shock and unwillingness. We are both One-star Martial Masters now, why is the gap so big, why! Why is he so strong!

"Roar!" Just then, the Two-winged White Tiger underneath Yez Ming suddenly let out a painful roar; following that, the White Tiger’s body, sliced by the White Sword Qi, split into two halves, splattering bright red blood chaotically, and the two halves of the body crashed heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Yez Ming, straddling the White Tiger’s back, also heavily fell along with the two halves of the body, sprawling embarrassingly, his whole body once again lying on the ground.

"Why, why!" Even now, Yez Ming was still muttering why, the combination of himself and the same Realm White Tiger still lost to Shi Feng of the same realm, and Shi Feng hardly moved, just casually waving his hands a few times, and now he lay defeated on the ground, a fact he found utterly unacceptable.

The once unmatched confidence of Martial Artists of the same realm, even capable of challenging those of higher realms, had been utterly crushed under Shi Feng’s might.

Following that, a light and gentle sound of footsteps gradually reached Yez Ming’s ears. Yez Ming suddenly realized something, violently lifted his head, and once again, from this position, looked up at that young, indifferent face.

Then, Shi Feng saw the man’s foot, lifted high, "No! Don’t kill me! I realize my mistake! I’m willing to be your slave, to follow you from now on."

Yez Ming begged for mercy from Shi Feng once again. This scene, how familiar it felt to him, wasn’t this the very scenario he had imagined lying on the ground before? That time, those two feet had moved away from him, but this time, just as he had previously imagined, one foot lifted and brutally stomped down towards his head.

Yez Ming’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at the right foot raised toward him, his face not only expressing shock but also filled with immense regret for why he had ever gone to provoke him after having already escaped this disaster.

Yez Ming even resented in his heart, blaming the useless Two-winged White Tiger. If not for that tiger, perhaps his courage would not have been so great to provoke that man.

But there is no medicine for regret in the world.

"You such a worthless being, you’re not even worthy of being my dog, let alone aspiring to be my slave," a melodious voice rang out. Thereupon, Shi Feng’s right foot, under furious force, stomped on Yez Ming’s entire head, crushing it like a watermelon, "Bang!"

Yez Ming, a One-star Martial King Realm trash, perished!

Then, Shi Feng, as if he had merely stomped on an ant, continued walking toward the mountain peak, his expression still indifferent.

Only after Shi Feng’s figure had gradually disappeared did a young figure slowly emerge from behind the blood-colored tree not far from Yez Ming’s headless corpse. The young man’s gaze was cold as he looked in the direction Shi Feng had disappeared, then murmured softly, "Even though we’re both in the One-star Martial Master Realm, I feel that there is still a huge gap between his battle power and mine."

This youth had been hiding in the distance all along, observing Shi Feng and Yez Ming with an incredible stealth technique, a technique so magical that even Shi Feng hadn’t noticed him.

Soon afterward, the Jade Scroll hanging around the young man’s neck emitted an Elder Cang’s hoarse voice again, "Zhong, has your faith in Martial Arts been shaken again by this person’s strength?"

"No, Teacher!" Yangg Zhong answered with unwavering determination, then added, "I’m just analyzing his and my current battle power!"

"Um!" Hearing Yangg Zhong say this, a trace of relief could be heard in the hoarse voice from the Jade Scroll, then continued, "The Martial Skill of the Nine Nether Lineage is indeed a supreme skill in the world, we must acknowledge! But Zhong, the Martial Skill you obtained at that cliff, as long as you master it, in your teacher’s view, is no less than the Martial Skill of the Nine Nether Lineage!"