Peerless Martial God

The gray-robed man's heart unceasingly trembled, he finally realized what he had overlooked. He had actually forgotten about his target this time, Lin Feng.    

At this moment, the tyrannical and peerless blade intent came sweeping through the air once again. The terrifying sword strong wind tore through the space and the gray-robed man's figure was still in the air. He hesitated, both the tyrannical blade and the Lin Feng who had gray and emotionless pupils gave him an endless sense of danger.    

In a split-second, the gray-robed man finally made his choice. The Tyrant Blade of Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage made him feel even more terrifying, and if he was given the back, it would be too dangerous. Under Ba Dao's hands, eighty-one Martial Cultivator of the same level had already died, and he was a slave of Imprisonment Battle Arena, a fugitive.    

"Hah!"    

The gray-robed man's body violently trembled as his robes fluttered in the air. His falling body actually forcibly pulled itself upwards as a wave of incomparably violent killing intent emanated from him.    

As he brandished the toppling palm strength, a wave pattern appeared in the air and welcomed the tyrannical blade that was chopping down from the sky.    

"Boom!"    

The space in the restaurant shook violently, the tyrannical wind and sword intent in the surroundings cut apart the decorations in the restaurant, the people below continuously retreated, and the tables and chairs they were sitting on were actually directly sliced apart, exploding, showing just how cold this sword strong wind was.    

Under this enormous force, the gray-robed man's body descended rapidly. His gaze swept across Lin Feng and he saw that at that moment, Lin Feng had moved as well. His eyes were still as cold and emotionless as before.    

"Mountain Shattering Palm!"    

The gray-robed man roared, and actually still had the strength to strike towards Lin Feng with his palm. The palm strength Tyrant Blade.    

However, at this moment, a demonic light flickered in his eyes.    

"Chi!"    

A crisp sound rang out, as though something had been split apart. The gray-robed man's body stiffened, wanting to move, but he was already unable to do so.    

At this time, the grey-robed man's arm that had swung out of the palm wind was firmly held by Lin Feng, while Lin Feng's other hand was holding onto a strange dagger. The dagger could not be seen because it had already pierced into the grey-robed man's throat, leaving only the handle outside.    

The gray-robed man looked ahead. In the air, there was still the afterimage of Lin Feng, and the afterimage had not dissipated yet. How could this strike be so fast?    

"In the next life, you have to be with the right person."    

Lin Feng's voice was cold and indifferent, he pulled out his enchanting dagger, causing blood to drip to the ground. The throat of the man in the grey robe rolled for a moment, and then, his body slowly fell to the ground.    

Lin Feng wiped the dripping blood off the dagger and kept it, his gaze also returning to normal, his expression indifferent, as he looked at the corpse on the ground calmly.    

The level of his Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage was extremely powerful, and if not for the Tyrant Blade forcing the other party to the point where there was no way out, then he would not have been able to do anything else.    

At this time, Ba Dao and Yi Xue had already left the restaurant. Looking at Lin Feng's young and handsome face, their hearts were slightly moved.    

Lin Feng was only around seventeen years old, yet he already possessed such a terrifying strength, capable of killing in one blow.    

Ba Dao knew where he had gotten his strength from. He walked step by step in the midst of blood, thus obtaining his current overbearing attitude. On the other hand, regardless of whether it was the spirit of his internal energy, Lin Feng's strength was incomparably strong and abundant, his foundation was solid, and his combat ability was extremely strong; otherwise, he would not have been able to lay out such a perfect attack.    

Yi Xue's beautiful eyes flickered, she had previously thought that Lin Feng's cultivation was lacking, but at the moment, she didn't think that under the cold mask, Lin Feng would actually have such a handsome face, causing her to stare for a long time, but she was unwilling to look away.    

"Let's go."    

A voice came out of the corner of Lin Feng's mouth; it was only a single word. After he finished speaking, he stepped out of the restaurant.    

Ba Dao and Yi Xue also lifted their feet and followed closely behind Lin Feng, leaving behind a corpse on the ground and the stunned crowd in the restaurant.    

Not even a moment after everything that had happened, a expert of the Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage had been killed in front of them, and by two people weaker than him at that.    

Regardless of whether it was the slave Martial Cultivator with the "Tyrant slave" seal on his face or that handsome youth, both of them had left an unerasable impression on them.    

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and entered the restaurant, causing the crowd's pupils to narrow.    

When this black shadow entered, it was completely silent, like a ghost. In just a flash, it appeared right in front of them. It was extremely terrifying.    

"Dead!"    

He saw the black shadow stare at the corpse on the ground with a thoughtful expression.    

With a shake of his hand, a powerful shockwave emanated from the black figure, enveloping the corpse on the ground. With a light sound, the corpse turned into a ball of white light and vanished into thin air.    

Everyone's heart trembled violently as their eyes revealed a hint of reverence and fear.    

"Profound Martial Stage!"    

This black shadow was a expert of the Profound Martial Stage. Moreover, it seemed to have followed those few people from before.    

The silhouette's body flickered, instantly vanishing from the sight of the crowd. Moments later, he appeared outside the inn, glancing in the direction of the crowd. The silhouette once again appeared to be flashing its eyes.    

However, at this moment, the shadow's gaze slightly contracted, and its body, which was originally about to flicker, came to a stop.    

This was because at this moment, a figure was standing in front of the black shadow.    

His white clothes were snowy, and he looked like an immortal floating in the air.    

It was a woman. With just her back alone, she was able to give birth to boundless longing. Standing there, she was like a glacier, isolating herself from everything.    

"Expert!"    

The black silhouette did not move again. Just by looking at him, he was able to determine that the other party was definitely a expert with Profound Martial Stage. This holy white silhouette was very dangerous.    

"I've been following you for so long, it's time to stop!"    

This pure and holy figure slowly turned around. Her face was covered by a veil, giving one an endless imagination and longing, as they tried to peek at her beautiful countenance under the veil.    

Upon seeing the other party, even the heart of the black figure that had not been affected for a long time slightly trembled.    

Amazing, peerless!    

At this moment, this stunning figure stepped out as she headed towards the black figure.    

Space suddenly turned incomparably cold, and with every step that the heaven-defying figure took, a layer of frost would appear in the air. The surrounding space was actually covered with a layer of incomparably cold frost, causing even the spectators in the distance to turn their gazes in his direction.    

The black figure's gaze froze for a moment, then his figure trembled as his body transformed into a black arrow that moved like lightning, and a wave of destructive energy was emitted from his palm.    

"Heart of Ice!"    

A cold voice rang out from the corner of her lips. Instantly, the shadow's body trembled, stiff and cold. As the two words came out of her mouth, his heart felt as though it was encased in a layer of ice, on the verge of being frozen.    

An icy chill bloomed between the heavens and the earth. The black shadow endured the endless coldness as his decimated palm danced. A destructive white ripple bloomed in the air, looking like a shimmering dream.    

"Kacha, kacha!"    

The frost in the world grew thicker and thicker, and the entire space seemed to be covered in a layer of frost. The black figure's Terminator palm strength bombarded the white frost, causing it to turn silent.    

However, the ice seemed endless, as if it wanted to seal the entire world in ice.    

"Frost Changtian!"    

The cold voice once again rang out from the supreme figure's mouth. The coldness of the world had finally, completely frozen, freezing the entire space.    

However, in this frozen world, everything had already turned into nothingness. The ice was getting tighter and tighter, until it merged together, pressing his body, and finally, froze his body and his heart.    

Finally, the body of the black figure stopped struggling. At the same time, the hearts of the crowd in the distance were trembling madly.    

What did they see?    

It was a world of ice. An enormous chunk of ice, as large as a house, sealed the black shadow within.    

The tip of that holy figure's foot tapped the ground, disappearing without a trace, as though he had never appeared in the first place.    

After a long time, the ice finally began to shatter into countless shards of ice and scattered on the ground.    

In the middle of it all lay a black figure. Its life force had long since been frozen to extinction.    

This black shadow was a expert of the Profound Martial Stage. However, it was currently just lying there quietly and soundlessly, without a trace of life!