When I first entered high school, the system insisted that I was destined to be an emperor in my lat

"You little beast, pay for my son's life!!"

With a roar, Long Teng unleashed the Netherworld Step, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively, he held the Purple Cloud Sword horizontally in front of him.

"Bang!"

A hand wrapped in droplets of icy blue true energy slammed heavily onto the sword.

An overwhelming force exploded out!

Jiang Feng was sent flying more than ten feet away, his back slamming into a golden nanmu pillar and breaking it. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Such incredible power!

Even his arms, which were gripping the sword, were numb, and the gaps between his thumb and forefinger were split open, with blood flowing down the hilt of the sword.

Before he could even catch his breath, the air above him suddenly turned cold.

Long Teng's figure appeared above like a ghost, looking down from above. He slapped down with his palm, and where the palm wind passed, the air condensed into fine ice crystals!

Jiang Feng rolled away on the spot, dodging in a sorry state.

"boom!"

Where he had just stood, a three-foot-deep crater had been slapped into the bluestone pavement, and the bottom of the crater was filled with thick, solid ice!

"Hide? You think you can hide?!"

Long Teng grinned maliciously, unleashing the Netherworld Step to its fullest extent. At the same time, four or five afterimages appeared in the hall, some real and some fake, surrounding Jiang Feng in the center.

The palm strikes rained down like a storm!

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and swung his sword, the Azure Shadow Serpent Sword dancing in a burst of azure light, but the difference in the quality of their true energy was too great.

Even if only half of the true qi is liquefied, it is still a qualitative crushing victory!

With each palm strike, Jiang Feng groaned and staggered back several steps.

After ten moves, he had seven or eight palm prints on his body, each covered with a layer of frost. The icy true energy drilled into his meridians through the wounds, causing excruciating pain.

"Snap!"

Another palm strike, and Jiang Feng's left shoulder dislocated. He knelt on one knee, using his sword as a support, gasping for breath. Blood dripped from his chin onto the icy ground.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Long Teng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with cruel pleasure in his eyes.

"With this little skill, you dare to destroy my Azure Dragon Society?!"

"I've been lying low in Linchuan City for twenty years, all for that day when I'll finally achieve my goal!"

Jiang Feng lowered his head and remained silent.

Every part of my body aches.

but!

He slowly grinned.

"Stepping stone?"

Jiang Feng, supporting himself with the Purple Cloud Sword, slowly and steadily stood up again.

Who do you think you are?

He raised his head, and there was no fear or despair in his eyes. Instead, there was something burning in them that made Long Teng's heart skip a beat.

That's an aerial view!

A wounded and swaying boy was looking down at him.

"Throughout my journey, Jiang Feng, every opponent I've faced has been stronger than me."

"But I've never lost."

"Because of the blood flowing in my veins, what's etched into my bones."

"Your Majesty, you cannot be insulted!!"

"boom!"

The moment the words fell, an ancient and desolate roar suddenly resounded within Jiang Feng's body!

The voice was not human; it was more like some ancient, dormant being that had been thoroughly enraged and slowly opened its eyes!

Deep within his chest bones, a bone that had been dormant for eighteen years suddenly lit up.

Supreme Bone!

Initial awakening!

A golden line spread out from his sternum, crawling across his neck and cheeks like a living thing, finally converging into an ancient and majestic mark between his eyebrows!

"Buzz!"

Jiang Feng's aura began to surge wildly!

Fourth Rank, Eight Stars... Fourth Rank, Nine Stars... Fourth Rank, Peak!

And it's still going up!

His wounds scabbed over and fell off at a visible speed, his dislocated left shoulder snapped back into place with a "click," and his tattered robes fluttered and rustled without wind.

At this moment, Jiang Feng seemed like a completely different person.

His black hair stood on end, his body was covered in gold patterns, and the imperial seal between his brows flowed. His eyes, when they opened and closed, exuded an aura of supreme dominance and unparalleled supremacy.

It was as if the person standing there was not a teenager.

Instead, it was a young emperor!

"What...what is this?!"

Long Teng's sinister smile froze, and a chill that originated from the depths of his soul spread uncontrollably throughout his body.

He is at the fifth rank, just one step away from becoming a grandmaster!

But now, facing this young man, he actually felt an urge to kneel down?!

impossible!

"Playing tricks!!"

Long Teng roared madly, suppressing the fear in his heart. He pushed the Xuanbing Scripture to its unprecedented limit, gathering all the icy true energy in his palms. "Die!!"

With a step of the Netherworld Step, he struck out with both palms, aiming at Jiang Feng's crown!

Jiang Feng stood still.

They didn't dodge.

He simply raised his right fist slowly.

There were no flames or lightning on the fist, only a faint layer of supreme golden light.

But the moment that golden light appeared, the light in the entire hall dimmed, as if all the light in the world had been absorbed by that punch.

"Emperor Fist!!!"

Jiang Feng unleashed a punch.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

Only a single golden fist imprint moved slowly forward, causing ripples in the space wherever it passed.

Long Teng's palms, which he had used with all his might, caused the icy liquid true energy to dissipate and vanish inch by inch, without even making a sound!

"No!!!"

Long Teng looked completely bewildered, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He frantically channeled his inner energy, creating layer upon layer of ice shields in front of him.

layer.

Two layers.

Seven floors!

"boom!!!"

The golden fist imprint rolled over, and the seven layers of ice shields, as thin as seven sheets of paper, shattered without even a moment's delay!

The next instant, the fist imprint slammed solidly into Long Teng's chest.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Long Teng lowered his head, looking at the fist-shaped hole in his chest that was clear from front to back. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Half-step to fifth rank...

Just one step away...

That Mystic God Pill is still in his arms...

"Bang!"

His body fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the dragon-headed chair, which shattered with a loud crash.

The leader of the Azure Dragon Society, Long Teng...

His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace!

The hall was deathly silent.

Jiang Feng slowly withdrew his fist, the imperial seal between his brows gradually disappeared, and the golden patterns receded back to his chest like a tide.

He swayed, his face as pale as paper, but he stubbornly held on and did not fall.

He glanced at Long Teng's corpse and said in a hoarse voice:

"I already said that."

"Today, the Azure Dragon Society will be destroyed!"

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