Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch. 388 - Defeating the Inner Disciple, Yuan Feng
Yuan Feng looked at Zhang En, a creepy-sounding laugh coming out of his smelly mouth. "HAS.. HA.. HAA...! Because you are a newly promoted inner disciple who does not know about the rules on this misty peak, just by paralyzing your own two hands and kneeling down, doing a hundred kotows on the ground, then you can get out of here by rolling down the top of the mountain. In your life, never dream of setting foot on this mountain top again.”
Zhang En's facial expression remained calm, "Really?" Then, his expression turned a little violent, then said, “At first, I could forget about this matter if you speak carefully and admit your mistake for taking the courtyard of my residence, but now it's different, already, you must knock out your own two hands, kneel down and prostrate a thousand times before me, then you can leave this peak by rolling down until you are already under the top of the ink mountain, if not ...”
Zhang En did not continue his words, however, the sharp look in his eyes said that he would cut Yuan Feng out after this.
The crowd of inner disciples that had gathered around them each put on an unfathomable face when they saw Zhang En, who was, it was as if they were looking at the most stupid person in the world.
A killing intent exploded in Yuan Feng's eyes. A newly promoted inner disciple had the guts to say the same thing he said.
“Bocah.. You really are looking for death!” Yuan Feng's anger instantly exploded, "Even if I can't kill you right now, I will still turn you into a useless person, turning you into a cripple of your age and making you regret!" Yuan Feng shouted, his aura seeping from within his body as his palms charged forward.
Just then, the sky that was not very bright suddenly turned dark and a gust of wind blew fiercely.
Swosh.. Swosh. Swosh..!
A terrifyingly cold gust of wind emerged from the surrounding space. Yuan Feng, among the top ten ranked inner disciples, he was ranked tenth. The one level of his cultivation realm was at the late stage Three Star God Emperor realm.
Compared to the strength of Wang Biao who was in the realm of a Late Second Star Divine Emperor, Yuan Feng was a much stronger disciple so far whom he had only met.
"Dead you...!"
The attack from Yuan Feng's palm targeted Zhang En's chest.
Even before the full strike from his palm approached, a terrifying gust of cold wind stung Zhang En's skin. The grassy shrubs, trees, and flowers nearby were wrapped in layers of ice in the blink of an eye.
Zhang En's eyes became slightly narrowed, his aura also rising in an instant. This time, he did not hold back, the Demon God Dragon Body was pushed to its highest altitude and two pairs of black-colored dragon wings appeared behind his back. At the same time, a Demon God dragon spirit flew out from his body.
GROAARRHH..!
"What?! He was just a peak cultivator a Two Star God Emperor early on ?! ”
“No wonder he is so proud and confident, How could he defeat Yuan Feng with such strength? STUPID..!. It was a pity that he would be crushed and crippled by Yuan Feng. Otherwise, with his talent, as long as he knew how to behave and was aware of his position among the inner disciples, who knew what he could accomplish in the future?. ”
As the surrounding disciples watched Zhang En's aura, they were shocked inwardly, but their shock turned to compassion as they shook their heads, sighing heavily, with eyes full of sympathy.
In the next moment, a thousand palms of buddha emerged from Zhang En's back combined with the Demon God Dragon's fist, scaring them all..
All a thousand buddha palms attacked simultaneously. Each of the thousand arms had the strength of a Demonic Dragon God flying out from his body and the weight of his attacks became a thousand times terrifying.
The majestic power of the Demon God Dragon descended, shaking the entire misty mountain peak.
Zhang En's attack instantly shattered Yuan Feng's palm strike like it was destroying weathered wood.
Yuan Feng's eyes widened in shock, fear, and dismay as he was immersed in the might of Zhang En's Buddhist Tread attack and the monstrous combination of demonic god dragon attacks.
Explosions blared continuously for several breaths and Yuan Feng was seen being blown into the air, his robe was torn into pieces, and his hair became disheveled, unkempt, then his body slammed hard into the ground and dragged like 4 dogs dead.
White and black light floated for a moment in the air before disappearing.
No sound could be heard in the misty mountain peak area at this moment, all of the more senior inner disciples became stiff in place. Their nerves and eyes twitched unnaturally as they stared at Zhang En.
Yuan Feng was defeated with just one strike...
Ignoring the gazes of these inner disciples, Zhang En stepped closer to where Yuan was lying.
Seeing Zhang En approaching him, his eyes revealed fear. Only he understood how powerful Zhang En's attack just now was.
"You.... Ughhhh!" Just when Yuan Feng wanted to speak, a burst of warm blood spurted out from his mouth.
A few steps away from Yuan Feng, Zhang En then stopped, raised one leg and stepped on Yuan Feng.
"Kleinakk....!"
"Akhh ..!
Instantly, the sound of bone cracking sounded in the air, followed by Yuan Feng's miserable scream.
"Damn it, do you know who I am.!” Yuan Feng shouted out in a loud voice.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in knowing who you are."
Zhang En's indifferent reply clearly sounded back then, then he raised his foot again, stepping on another part of Yuan Feng's body.
"Krein....!" The sound of broken bones sounded once again at the top of the mountain.
This time, Zhang En secretly used a fraction of the strength of his dragon body, almost causing Yuan Feng to cry calling his mother's name.
"Brother, I'm Wu Cheng, give me a little face, let this matter end here." At this moment, a young man who could be considered handsome stepped forward from the crowd to persuade Zhang En to stop.
Wu Cheng was one of the strongest inner disciples. His strength was above Yuan Feng and had a name in the 10 ranked list of inner disciples.
"Give you a face?" Zhang En turned around, an ambiguous smile was seen on his face, “Why should I give you a face? Is your reputation in the inner disciple so great?” Zhang En did not forget that this Wu Cheng was the one who shouted the most and incited the other inner disciples. He said that Zhang En's brain was broken, crazy, that he was just the dumbest new disciple before Yuan Feng.
Wu Cheng was surprised by Zhang En's reply, a sense of embarrassment reflected on his face, clearly showing his anger. He did not expect someone who had just been promoted to an inner disciple to dare speak to him in such a manner, not giving him the slightest face at all.
No one among the inner disciples had dared to speak to him like this, even some people ranked on it would still give him a little face and respect him.