Sky War God

Ye Feng's face had become solemn. The old man's haphazardly drawn map on the ground featured a very incredible Illusion space.    

The forces of heaven and earth became exceedingly powerful all of a sudden. It accumulated in one direction and transformed into a massive gravitational force pressing down on Ye Feng's body. Ye Feng felt exceedingly heavy in his body, and it was impossible for him to even move his feet.    

The sound of Beast Roar was transmitted. It had an unmistakably ferocious voice as if it intended to swallow everything in its path.    

Four extraordinarily terrifying Demonic Beasts descended and surrounded Feng. They were all at the Ninth Grade Peak Stage, and their demonic aura was forbidding.    

They were the human equivalents of warriors at the Peak of Body Refinement. Their assaults were brutal, and they were no less competent than human warriors.    

With the sound of breaking through the air, an enormous bear demon's huge palm slapped Ye Feng's body, which contained a strong momentum of heaven and earth, making this demon beast's attack even more dreadful.    

Ye Feng's face grew serious at once. He released the power of the Mountain Quaking Palm. The palm power blended with the spear attribute, and the energy of heaven and earth stayed around it. The onslaught of the bear demon didn't have any less strength than the force of heaven and earth.    

Before long, a startling noise sounded. Ye Feng's palm power drove the bear demon's bulky body back, causing it to roar loudly.    

"Go to hell!"    

Ye Feng let out a piercing scream before hurling his Dragon Guts Silver Spear into the air. The transition stage spear's vigor was unequaled as if it wanted to see right through everything.    

With a tremendous explosion, the dreadful spear light penetrated the demonic bear's head, and its massive bulk tumbled to the ground.    

A White Tiger Demonic Beast sprang toward Ye Feng's body on the opposite side. It intended to consume Ye Feng's body, and its sharp fangs shone with a bloodthirsty light.    

Ye Feng's face remained cold. His spear light flashed once more and soon transformed into a streamer with unequaled destructive force. It pierced the White Tiger Demonic Beast's body straight through.    

Blood gushed from its deep wound, and soon enough, the White Tiger Demonic Beast succumbed to its death.    

Thousands of scary spear lights sprouted all over Ye Feng's body. It had a commanding presence and was capable of annihilating everything in its path.    

The last two Demonic Beasts were instantaneously engulfed by the spear light. They let out a horror-stricken howl as they were attacked by hundreds of deadly spear lights. Both of them failed to break free no matter how hard they tried. In the end, the final two Demonic Beasts' lifeless bodies shattered in an instant.    

All four strong Stage Nine Demonic Beasts were slain in a few minutes. They were all beheaded to death spotlessly without any muddling.    

Ye Feng returned to the normal world after the black space vanished. The mysteriousness of the formation created by the old man left an extraordinary impression on him.    

"Senior, did I succeed?"    

Ye Feng asked the old man.    

The old man was napping when Ye Feng arrived. He slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Feng with a weird face when he heard Ye Feng's voice. In the depths of his eyes, there was a glimmer of astonishment.    

"Yes."    

The old man nodded. He didn't say anything, although his heart was a little agitated.    

"Pick two Cultivation Methods at random on the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion. The time restriction cannot be more than two hours,"    

instructed the old man to Ye Feng.    

"Thank you!"    

Ye Feng bowed to the old man and proceeded to the Martial Arts Pavilion's second floor.    

"He killed four Stage Nine Demonic Beasts with ease in only a few minutes under the pressure of the heavens and earth. His abilities are extremely daunting,"    

the old man mumbled to himself was he looked at Ye Feng's back.    

It would be very tough for a Body Refining Stage warrior to pass through the formation he had constructed. Most individuals couldn't pass even if it was used for a longer amount of time.    

The old man wanted Ye Feng to go, yet he accidentally found a genius.    

Ye Feng broke his formation in less than an hour. What would the other Martial Mansion leaders think if they found out?    

Ye Feng entered the Martial Arts Pavilion's second floor. It was wide and he could see rows of bookshelves. Hundreds of individuals were around to study books, and they were all experts in the Qi Condensation Stage.    

The appearance of Ye Feng drew the attention of a large number of people. They had a confused look on their cheeks when they noticed Ye Feng's cultivation.    

"How did an Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage get to the Martial Arts Pavilion's second floor?"    

Someone mentioned unequivocally that Ye Feng was trash. Indeed, an Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage Ye Feng was nothing in the eyes of these Qi Condensation Stage experts.    

"He must've sneaked up here when Elder Jing was distracted."    

One of the experts continued to poke fun at him.    

Ye Feng cast a frigid glare at them and remarked, "I have my reasons for being able to go to the Martial Arts Pavilion's second floor. I came up only after Elder Jing permitted me. Who gave you the authority to judge me? You're making fun of people just because you have a higher cultivation base. Do you all prefer to use this tactic to hide your inferiority?"    

As he spoke, Ye Feng strolled up to a bookcase. The ridiculing comments of these people did not affect him. Ignoring them, he started going through the books on the shelf titled Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique.    

"You're so arrogant!"    

When they heard Ye Feng's remarks, their expressions changed drastically.    

"You've made it to the second floor! It seems that I misjudged your abilities."    

A cold voice sounded from alongside Ye Feng as he was picking up a Martial Skill book to read.    

He turned around to see the handsome young man and his companion approaching. They looked down their noses at him.    

"What exactly does my business have to do with you? I can only conclude that some individuals are so proud and self-righteous. In reality, they're all a clown in my eyes,"    

Ye Feng remarked with a stern stare.    

The handsome young man's demeanor changed when he heard Ye Feng's comments. The other young man directly admonished Ye Feng. "You're so presumptuous. The Young Prince's status is quite high. How dare you insult him like that!"    

Simultaneously, the conflict on this side drew the attention of a large number of people. They saw that it was between a young warrior at the Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage and a Young Prince of exceptional status. As a result, they were quite interested in this altercation.    

"He's really bold! He even dared to provoke Young Prince!"    

one of the experts spat while looking Ye Feng with contempt.    

"Zhao Chen is the Saint King's son. His social standing is high with exceptional natural skills. He has awakened the Green Rank White Fox Battle Spirit with his Peak of Body Refinement cultivation base. It was extremely terrifying. He is now ranked first on the Body Refining Board of the Heavenly Profound Ranking. His strength was believed to have reached the point where he could overcome a level 1 warrior. Even Zhong Tao, who placed sixth on the Heavenly Profound Ranking's Qi Condensation List, decided to join him. In the Martial Mansion, no one was more strong than him."    

An expert narrated as though he was quite familiar with Zhao Chen. As he talked, his eyes were filled with admiration.    

Everyone in the room nodded. Although they were all Qi Condensation Stage experts, they all gazed at the handsome young man with admiration.    

"Son of the Saint King? Young Prince? Zhao Chen?"    

Ye Fengs scowled when heard the man's statements. It was no surprise that the handsome young man in front of him was acting so entitled and self-important. Everyone had to be courteous when facing him, including many great Qi Condensation Stage experts.    

"The rules may be changed depending on a person's identity and status."    

Elder Jing's words came back to Ye Feng. The identity of the Son of the Saint King was significant. He was cultivating at the Tianxuan Mansion, and the Martial Mansion's decision to amend the rules for him was well worth it. No wonder he had instructed Zhao Chen to choose the Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique on the Martial Arts Pavilion's second floor.    

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave Zhao Chen a harsh stare. Furthermore, his icy demeanor had become much more biting.    

It was because the Ye Family's destruction was closely linked to the Saint Ruler. He was the Ye Family's greatest adversary.    

In the Martial Mansion today, Ye Feng first saw Saint Ruler's son. How could he have a positive impression of Zhao Chen?    

"That's correct. Zhao Chen, the current Son of the Saint King, is standing in front of you. Slandering the Young Prince is a very severe offense, but I'm not sure how I'm going to punish you."    

Zhong Tao, who was standing beside Zhao Chen, proceeded to speak viciously. To oppress Ye Feng, he used the power of Qi Condensation.    

"Who gave you the right to punish me?"    

Ye Feng sneered. He continued to stare at Zhao Chen, while being oblivious to Zhong Tao's comments.    

"I'm aware that you have a unique identity. However, since you are in the Martial Mansion, you must adhere to the Martial Mansion's rules. Don't put too much faith in yourself. You must beat me, no matter who you are, if you want me to surrender. Don't brag in front of me if you simply have the identity of Young Prince but lack the necessary power!"    

Ye Feng's words were firm. He stood with his hands behind his back, his stance as uninterested as it had been even though he was confronting the Young Prince, whom everyone in Martial Mansion admired. Meantime, Zhao Chen remained cool. It appeared Ye Feng was inherently unwilling to bow his head to others casually.    

"Very well, then!"    

Zhao Chen's handsome face flashed a very intriguing look. This was the first time someone had ventured to talk to him in this way, whether it was at the Tianxuan Mansion or the Imperial City.    

"Hey you, lowly person. You have a strong belief in your strengths, and I'm curious to find out how powerful you are. Why don't we meet later outside the Martial Arts Pavilion?"    

Zhao Chen challenged contemptuously. His eyes flashed a devilish glow. He was like a white fox, capable of confusing people's thoughts.    

The Battle Spirit could alter a person's mood, and this statement wasn't false at all. If any female had the same Battle Spirit as Zhao Chen, she would undoubtedly entice everyone.    

"I will surely meet you at any given time!"    

Ye Feng responded. Then, without waiting for Zhao Chen to say anything, he continued to pick the Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique that suited him.    

"This trash from the Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage is very pompous. He even went out of his way to irritate Zhao Chen. Let's see if he can even remember how he will end up afterward,"    

commented one expert. He glared at Ye Feng scornfully. Even Qi Condensation Stage warriors like them from the Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage had to respect Zhao Chen.    

"The Young Prince's strength is incredible. He subdued numerous Qi Condensation Stage experts from the Martial Mansion, according to what I've heard. Even I am not confident in my ability to defeat the Young Prince. I doubt that trash from the Eighth Layer of Body Refining Stage can even take a single hit from Young Prince."    

A Qi Condensation level two warrior added, "I don't even have enough confidence to destroy Zhao Chen. How many moves could Ye Feng take from Zhao Chen?"    

Ye Feng didn't pay much heed to others' discussions. He was entirely absorbed in deciding which Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique to pick.    

A set of Body Refining Stage Cultivation Method and Martial Skill arrived in Ye Feng's palm a split second later.    

"Life-Ending Spear Technique!"    

"War God Body Refinement Scripture!"    

He grinned with satisfaction as he looked at the two sets of Cultivation Technique and Martial Technique that he had carefully chosen.    

The Life-Ending Spear Technique was a high-grade Yellow Rank Martial Skill that was unquestionably a spear technique. He could take lives every time he wielded his spear after he mastered it. It was highly ideal for his cultivation, despite its low level.    

Ye Feng could cultivate both the silver lance and the Life-Ending Spear Technique at the same time, making his attacks more complex.    

In one nook of these rows of bookcases, Ye Feng discovered the War God Body Refinement Scripture. It was ancient and had not been touched in a long time.    

Everyone understood how tough it was to cultivate the Body Refining Stage Cultivation Method. Martial artists had to go through a lot of suffering throughout the entire process. The body and intellect of a cultivator would be put to the ultimate test.    

If a cultivator couldn't hang on, he might risk losing control of his Qi or damaging his meridians.    

As a result, although the Body Refining Stage Cultivation Method was very powerful and could help the cultivator develop a perfect body, only a few individuals in the modern Ling Tian Continent opted to use this type of Cultivation Method.