Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

"what………"

In the storm of slaps, the sound of inhumane screams was endless, as if one had experienced the most horrific thing in the world.

Feng Yu was among them, his hands turned into dozens of afterimages, and he fanned them madly.

It's a pity that these geniuses were sealed by the power of the seal, and they have no ability to resist at all.

In the arena, all the spectators looked at Feng Yu in amazement.

"Are we dreaming?"

Some people rubbed their eyes and pinched their thighs. The incredible pain made them grimace instantly.

They were not dreaming.

Hu Lie was also a little surprised. He stared at the wooden bronze mirror closely. The fighting power Feng Yu was now showing was beyond his imagination.

Even though most of the people beaten by Feng Yu were at the sixth or even fifth level of the Lingyong Realm, it was really amazing to think about Feng Yu's realm.

In the previous battle, was it really only Feng Bailing who displayed his prowess, and Feng Yu really not exerted any strength at all?

The slap storm dissipated, and many geniuses fell from the air.

Faint wailing sounds were heard, and the faces of many geniuses turned into pigs. Their faces were flushed and most of their teeth were knocked out.

And these people's storage bags all fell into Feng Yu's hands.

"Woooooooooooo..."

Some geniuses stammered and pointed at their storage bags in front of Feng Yu and begged for mercy, asking Feng Yu not to snatch their storage bags.

Feng Yu kicked each of them, leaving them in tears.

Is it possible to hand over something that is in your hands? Don’t you need to be paid for it?

"Feng Yu, something bad has happened..."

Suddenly, a genius who Feng Yu had some impression of ran to Feng Yu with an anxious look on his face.

"Ok?"

Feng Yu knew this person. He was a genius in Jin Hongzong who was famous for his speed, but he was not familiar with him.

Now he came to find Feng Yu, probably because he had encountered some urgent matters and had to come to him.

"What happened?" Feng Yu asked.

The disciple said anxiously, "The seventeen major sects have captured other geniuses in the sect and are constantly clamoring for you to show up and admit defeat, otherwise they will eliminate everyone in our sect."

"What?" A shocking murderous intent swept the whole place, and Feng Yu's face turned as cold as ice that had been there for ten thousand years.

This group of people are so despicable. If there is any problem, just deal with me, but they actually affect other disciples of Jin Hong Sect.

In order not to affect them, he had been deliberately keeping a distance, but he still underestimated the shamelessness of the disciples of the seventeen major sects.

"Take me to find them." Feng Yu said in a deep voice, and asked him to take him to the place where they were captured.

In a street only five miles away from the arena.

There were nearly eighty geniuses surrounding the street, and among them, eight disciples of the Jin Hong Sect were covered in scars, their breath was weak, and their mouths were stuffed with dirty cloth. They no longer had the strength to struggle.

Feng Yu slowly came to the street and saw his fellow disciple being tortured to death. His pupils narrowed and his silent rage surged to the sky, as if it was about to break through the sky.

"You are courting death."

A roar was heard, and the Golden Dragon Sword was unsheathed. Feng Yu held it in his hand and rushed straight towards the disciples of the Seventeen Sects.

"It's Feng Yu, Feng Yu is here."

When the seventeen sect disciples saw the furious Feng Yu, their expressions suddenly changed and they looked a little flustered.

"Feng Yu, you dare to move? Believe it or not, I will cut off one of his hands right now."

A talented disciple came in front of a disciple of the Jinhong Sect, drew the long sword in his hand instantly, and placed it on the disciple's shoulder. With just a little force, the disciple's arm would be broken.

This scene made Feng Yu stop immediately and asked in a deep voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Feng Yu, what do we want to do?"

The seventeen sect disciples looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Don't play dumb. You and I both know exactly what we want."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, these talented disciples could not reveal the matter of Jin Yuan Sword Master's inheritance and could only give vague reminders.

"This is different from what we agreed upon."

“Yes, it is indeed different.”

A disciple walked out slowly. He said proudly, "Then don't resist. Let me defeat you. Isn't this the same as the agreement?"

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Chongtian's triumphant laughter rang out. Obviously, they thought Feng Yu had no other way.

In the arena, all the spectators stared at the wooden bronze mirror with their brows slightly frowned.

Although they didn't like Feng Yu, they disdained these petty tricks even more.

The participants of this Tianying ranking battle are undoubtedly the top geniuses in the entire Tianying Kingdom. In such a sacred competition, using such threatening means is really too despicable.

Even Hun Shan was furious, but he did not dare to explode because Hu Lie and others did not speak.

The seventeen major clan leaders all had unchanged expressions, and they bore the contemptuous looks as usual. Given their realm, their skins were already thicker than city walls.

As long as they seize the inheritance of Jin Yuan Sword Master, it will not be certain who will despise whom.

Turn your gaze back to Feng Yu.

"I'll give you one more chance. Release them all. Otherwise, I will make you experience the most hell you have ever seen."

Feng Yu's face was as gloomy as a thick fog, and he reminded again.

He has reached the breaking point.

"If you have the ability, come on."

Some disciples said proudly.

The next moment, the faces of these talented disciples changed.

There was only a sound of fluctuation in the void, and Feng Yu appeared among them at some point and came to the side of the eight Jinhong Sect disciples.

"Just die."

A golden light was transmitted, and the sword shadows in the sky transformed into dozens of golden giant lions, shocking away everyone present.

A kingly aura swept across the entire place and exploded throughout the entire street, wanting to make everyone submit.

For a moment, there were only eight disciples of the Jinhong Sect left within ten meters around Feng Yu.

Wow.

Feng Yu raised his hand, and the entire arena became boiling with excitement, and everyone's seats were broken by the shaking.

Even Hu Lie and Wang Feng looked at Feng Yu in shock, and a concept suddenly popped up in their minds.

A space swordsman is one that may not appear among billions of swordsmen.

Feng Yu is actually a legendary warrior who can use the power of space, and he is also a swordsman who has reached the state of unity between man and sword.

How old is Feng Yu?

Everyone immediately checked Feng Yu's existing information, and then their pupils twitched.

Seventeen years old, just seventeen years old.

Does a seventeen-year-old space swordsman who has achieved oneness between man and sword really exist in this world?

Even the many top geniuses on the Overlord Throne were surprised.

At this moment, the talent and strength displayed by Feng Yu were no less than theirs.

On the street outside the arena, the seventeen sect disciples looked at Feng Yu in horror. They still couldn't understand why Feng Yu would teleport among them.

After removing the restraints from the eight disciples, Feng Yu asked the remaining intact disciple to send the eight people away.