Eons Venerable Lord

2Yem Ruliang's face was filled with pride when he saw that Ling Feng didn't try to dodge. He didn't have the slightest bit of pity, especially under the shouting of the people behind him. Every time he threw out a punch, he would use almost all of his strength, and throw out seven punches in a row. He wished that he had already reached the Pulse Charging Stage, and possessed several times more strength than before. With just one punch, he destroyed this trash that he didn't like no matter how he looked at it.     2

    

"Ling Feng, oh Ling Feng, it's a great honor for your ancestor to die in my hands today!"    

    

Ling Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and sniffed it with his nose. The madness in his eyes intensified.    

    

He raised his head and looked at Yem Ruliang. There was no pain on his face. Instead, there was a strange look on his face. "Yem Ruliang, is this all you have? It's not even enough to tickle this young master!"    

    

"Fine, Ling Feng. Let's see how long you can last!"    

    

A cold killing intent flashed across Yem Ruliang's eyes, "Today, I'll let you taste the power of our Yem family's ultimate skill, the Great Slaughter Dragon Fists!"    

    

"What?! The Great Grief Dragon Slaying Fist? The Great Sorrow Dragon Slaying Fist that can only be cultivated by direct descendants?"    

    

"I heard that the Great Sorrow Dragon Slaying Fist is not allowed to be cultivated until the Pulse Charging Stage. How did Brother Liang learn it?"    

    

"Little brat, is this something you should ask? Brother Liang's father is the Great Elder of the clan. What do you want to learn?"    

    

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm talking too much, I'm talking too much! Brother Liang is wise and heroic, shining brilliantly! "    

    

"Now I want to see how this trash can continue to show off. The Great Sorrow Dragon Slaying Fist is an ordinary high rank martial art. It's hard for this trash not to die!"    

    

The few people behind him all revealed surprised expressions at the same time, and at the same time, endless envy.    

    

"Go to hell, Ling Feng! You will have eyes in your next life. If you want to pick up girls, you can't just rely on your face!"    

    

Yem Ruliang roared and threw out a punch. Instantly, a fierce wind started blowing. His long hair flew in the air. He could vaguely hear the sound of a dragon's roar. The surrounding air also began to tremble. The fallen leaves on the ground had long been blown away, and the dust and sand had covered Ling Feng's eyes. However, Ling Feng did not have any intention of retreating. Instead, he jumped up. He faced the fist that was as hard as steel with his back.    

    

Bang!    

    

With a muffled sound, Ling Feng felt his internal organs move. He spat out a mouthful of blood and dyed the ground red. His entire body flew out like a kite and fell to the ground, motionless.    

    

The scene was silent. Until the wind stopped blowing and the dust settled, Yem Ruliang still maintained the posture of throwing a punch.    

    

"Is he... dead?"    

    

Yem Ruliang asked uncertainly. No one behind him made a sound. Although they were usually arrogant and despotic, they were still pampered. They really didn't dare to kill someone. Now that Ling Feng was lying not far away without moving, they were somewhat afraid.    

    

After a while, Yem Ruliang recovered his senses. He kicked the fat man who had just gotten up, "Fatty, go! Go and see if that trash is pretending to be dead. Damn it, I really can't help but beat him up!"    

    

In Fatty's heart, there were almost ten thousand f * cking mud horses running wildly, complaining endlessly. Why would he get up at this time when he had nothing better to do? But Yem Ruliang's father was the Great Elder. His own strength was also one of the best in the family. How could he dare to disobey? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over to investigate.    

    

The others all secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but they were cursing endlessly in their hearts. You already used the ultimate technique, Great Sorrow Dragon Slaying Fist, it would be strange if he wasn't beaten to death.    

    

"Damn fatty, hurry up! Isn't it just a dead person? What are you afraid of? Don't tell me I can eat you? " Yem Ruliang saw that the fatty was slowly eating and cursed again.    

    

The fat man staggered and almost shed tears. He cursed in his heart, Damn it, if you're not afraid of me, why are you here?    

    

Just as he was about to walk to Ling Feng, suddenly, a "Pu" sound came out of Ling Feng's body. The fat man was so scared that he fell to the ground. His face turned pale. How could he dare to walk forward? He immediately got up and knelt down. He kept kowtowing to Ling Feng, "Big Brother Ling Feng, Lord Ling Feng, I'm not the one who killed you. If you want to blame someone, blame Yem Ruliang. I didn't bully you. You were the one who knocked me over just now, so I don't care about that anymore. I hope you won't cause me any trouble! I was ordered by Yem Ruliang!"    

    

As soon as he finished shouting, he felt a piercing gaze fall on him from behind. His heart skipped a beat and he shouted in his heart. He quickly turned around and apologized to Yem Ruliang. However, what he saw was Yem Ruliang and the others' expressions as if they had seen a ghost. Then, an explosive sound came from behind him, and a powerful force hit his body. His body, which was almost 300 pounds, was thrown into the air. He fell like a sandbag not far away. He immediately fainted.    

    

Ling Feng could be seen sitting with his legs crossed. He kept forming complicated seals with his hands. He shouted in a low voice, "Seven Orifices Qi Boosting Spell, open for me!"    

    

Bang, bang, bang...    

    

Six consecutive sounds rang out in Ling Feng's body, followed by a fierce wind around him. Six cyclones continuously gathered towards him, this power was more than several times stronger than Yem Ruyu's. His weak Qi just now also gradually rose, and his speed became faster and faster. It continued for more than an hour before stopping.    

    

Not far away, Yem Ruliang and the others were already so scared that their faces turned pale. They had no idea what was going on. It was only when Ling Feng walked forward with his hands behind his back that they took two steps back. With a trembling voice, they said, "Are... are you a human or a ghost?"    

    

Ling Feng revealed a playful smile, "What do you think? Young Master Liang!"    

    

"You... you... stop pretending in front of me!" Yem Ruliang mustered up his courage and roared.    

    

"Trash, even a ghost is afraid. Trash like you... You are not qualified to live in this world!" Ling Feng returned the scolding back to him. Yem Ruliang's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.    

    

"Brother Liang, there is a shadow behind him. He is a human!"