I really am a fortune teller

But Yang Feng wasn't afraid at all. What was so great about an injured eight-star ghost king? Who dared to act arrogantly in front of him?

Yang Feng, wielding a long sword, quickly engaged Zhao Ying in combat with his two axe blows.

Close combat!

The two men's gazes were solemn, their weapons sparking as they clashed in the air, their auras rising steadily. None of the Seven Star Ghosts nearby dared to step forward, watching cautiously, not daring to utter a sound.

Wei Chen noticed the commotion from a distance. In fact, he already knew when Yang Feng arrived, but he didn't expect the two old guys to actually start fighting here.

Wei Chen watched with a smile as their weapons clanged against each other in the air. With each clash, he could feel the change in their auras.

"This old guy's got a short endurance," Wei Chen couldn't help but comment. "Yang Feng, on the other hand, seems to be full of brute force, just a reckless beast. No wonder he dares to make a fuss with only a seven-star rating. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even dare to fart."

The two fought from the first floor to the second floor, broke through the second floor, and then returned to the first floor.

The entire Ghost King's Palace was on the verge of collapse; every time the two clashed, it felt as if the palace was about to crumble.

At first, Zhao Ying was determined to destroy Yang Feng in front of her.

But as he continued fighting, his speed slowed down, and he began to feel a dull pain in his chest.

At this moment, Zhao Ying was filled with regret.

It seems that Zhao Ying's momentum has not diminished at all, and is even stronger than before.

But Zhao Ying was actually holding on by her last breath, and she was at her limit, her body swaying precariously.

Zhao Ying took a deep breath and said, "Brother, your skills are really getting better and better, but do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

Yang Feng found it amusing. Looking at Zhao Ying, whose face had turned a deep purplish-red, anyone would have thought Zhao Ying was at his last gasp. Unfortunately, Zhao Ying stubbornly refused to admit it, insisting on putting on a show.

Yang Feng smiled and put away his weapon. Bare-handed, he roared, and his aura surged once more. Most surprisingly, Yang Feng's upper body suddenly grew larger.

The muscles became knotted and the veins became prominent as a result.

Yang Feng looked at Zhao Ying in the distance and said with a faint smile, "If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to wage war, then wage war."

Zhao Ying almost bit his tongue. He had forgotten that Yang Feng was a scoundrel who had committed a crime that led to his demotion from the human world to hell, where he spent 3700 years on the 13th floor. How could he be someone to be trifled with?

Zhao Ying complained bitterly, but he had to finish the act no matter how ugly it was.

Zhao Ying snorted coldly and put away his two axes. A black stream of light flashed across his body, traveling along his meridians and throughout his entire body. From a distance, it looked as if a dragon was drawn on those meridians.

Zhao Ying laughed and said, "Alright, let's fight if you want to."

After Zhao Ying finished speaking, his aura changed drastically.

A black dragon rose along his meridians and then became ethereal, appearing behind him.

Zhao Ying shouted, and the black dragon suddenly rushed out, heading straight for Yang Feng without saying a word. Yang Feng's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to defend himself. He clenched his fist, and a long blue snake appeared behind him.

The serpent and the black dragon collided in mid-air.

The entire Ghost King's Palace was on the verge of collapse.

Even Wei Chen almost broke free of his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape from earth) and revealed his true form.

These two big shots in front of us are not to be trifled with.

After the impact, the green snake was no longer as solid as before, and it looked like it could dissipate at any moment. However, Yang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, and managed to prevent the green snake from completely dissipating.

In fact, the black dragon didn't gain any advantage either; its scales dimmed slightly and were about to disappear.

But Zhao Ying was a very cunning person. He quickly put away the black dragon behind him and calmly looked at Yang Feng in front of him, saying, "It was just a casual sparring match. Is it meaningful for you to be so angry, brother?"

Yang Feng was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I believe you.

Yang Feng carefully examined Zhao Ying in front of him.

Zhao Ying's condition was probably no better, and besides, Zhao Ying was also seriously injured. Only then did Yang Feng put away the green snake on his body, cup his fists towards Zhao Ying and said, "Brother's supernatural power still surprises me. It seems that you are slightly better. I just remembered that I had something to do before, so I won't say goodbye to you."

After saying that, Yang Feng turned and left.

Zhao Ying's figure became exceptionally upright, especially the black dragon behind him, which even raised its head and roared incessantly.

Yang Feng lowered his stance, suppressing the urge to turn around and beat Zhao Ying up. His expression changed, and he finally left helplessly. Yang Feng always felt that Zhao Ying was still holding back, even though Zhao Ying was now seriously injured.

But Yang Feng didn't dare to turn around and do anything to Zhao Ying now.

They were afraid that Zhao Ying might retaliate, which would be a bad deal.

Wei Chen stared in disbelief at the scene. Yang Feng looked like a monster, so why could he conjure a green snake behind him? And what was that black dragon behind Zhao Ying?

Could it be that once you reach the seventh or eighth star, you can condense an external avatar?

Wei Chen knew nothing about any of this; he could only watch cautiously from the sidelines, hoping to gain some benefit.

Zhao Ying stood ramrod straight, watching Yang Feng leave. Suddenly, Zhao Ying knelt on the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The black dragon behind him dissipated as a result, emitting a mournful cry.

Zhao Ying clutched his chest: "Old scoundrel Yang, you're ruthless."

Wei Chen's eyes lit up; this was a great opportunity.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

In his haste, Wei Chen threw the Samsara Mirror out of his arms without saying a word.

The Reincarnation Mirror drew an arc in the air and smashed towards the back of Zhao Ying's head. Poor Zhao Ying didn't even have time to make a sound before he fell to the ground.

Wei Chen was also startled. Firstly, Wei Qingshan had told him to take good care of the mirror and not to damage it.

As a result, Wei Chen casually used the mirror as a brick.

Secondly, Zhao Ying was so easily taken down by Wei Chen. Wasn't he just a moment ago extremely fierce? How did he suddenly pass out like this?

What exactly is the Mirror of Reincarnation? It must be something extraordinary.

Where exactly did Wei Qingshan borrow this thing from? Wei Chen quickly walked to Zhao Ying's side, picked up the mirror, and looked at Zhao Ying on the ground with an inscrutable expression.

He held the mirror and gestured for a long time, wondering if he should try killing him.