Chapter 1842 - 1870: Defeat
However, in that moment, the Great Perfection Daoist Lord expert charged over, raising his fist and smashing it towards Ye Feng’s chest. That powerful punch instantly twisted the surrounding void.
The sound of the sound barrier shattering echoed continuously, erupting with tremendous force, terrifying to the extreme. At this moment, Ye Feng had no way to evade; this punch, whether in speed or force, was enough to contend with Ye Feng at his peak.
Currently, Ye Feng could only exert the combat power equivalent to a Daoist Lord, making it impossible for him to dodge. He was directly hit.
"Bang!" In an instant, that terrifying punch slammed into Ye Feng’s chest, a muffled sound reverberating, and the powerful airflow blasted out in all directions. Even though Ye Feng’s skin surface had the blue shirt that transformed from the Sky Battle Armor, which helped resist ninety percent of the force, the remaining ten percent still made Ye Feng extremely pained.
The terrifying punch wind, like a giant dragon, instantly pierced through Ye Feng’s body, impacting out from Ye Feng’s back, the dragon howling, instantly rushing out a hundred miles before gradually disappearing into the void.
Ye Feng’s chest directly caved in, simultaneously feeling his bones shatter. The terrifying force acted on his body, causing Ye Feng’s entire form to be blown back, slanting towards an island on the sea surface of the Dead Spirit Sea, while Ye Feng opened his mouth, unable to suppress the blood churning within, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Wah~" Subsequently, Ye Feng spat out fresh blood, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng’s body smashed onto the island.
"Boom~~" A gigantic, earth-shattering sound echoed, and in just an instant, that island was already shattered into countless pieces, turbulent seawater crashing outwards.
Like a thousand-foot tsunami, sweeping out, Ye Feng directly fell in the midst of the island, severely wounded.
At this moment, Ye Feng was no match for them at all. Ye Feng’s face was extremely unsightly. If it were at his peak, even though it would take some effort, he could defeat the two of them.
But it wouldn’t be like now, being directly severely injured by the two of them.
"Swish~~" Subsequently, the two youths, with Yan Jiaojiao, quickly descended from the void, then landed in front of Ye Feng. Ye Feng quickly took out a Holy Level Healing Pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
Although the Holy Level Healing Pills couldn’t restore old injuries, the new injuries could be easily healed. In no time, Ye Feng’s new injuries had completely healed, and the two youths approached with Yan Jiaojiao.
At this moment, Ye Feng still appeared extremely weak. Ye Feng had no choice; he had already prepared, when they were not paying attention, to directly use the Heaven Slaying Sword to slay one of them, and then use the Supreme Holy Artifact Shuttle to escape.
Even though Ye Feng knew that forcibly using the Heaven Slaying Sword might further deplete his life, reducing his less than ten years of life to possibly only five or six years, he had to do it.
If he didn’t use the Heaven Slaying Sword, with his severely injured body, it was a dead end; he wasn’t their match. If he used the Heaven Slaying Sword to slay one of the two youths, he would have a chance to survive.
At this moment, Yan Jiaojiao and the others arrived beside Ye Feng. Yan Jiaojiao looked at Ye Feng with delight: "Kid, this is my elder brother and second brother, Ya Lie and Yan Hao. Losing to them is normal for you, after all, you’re just an early-stage Proof of Dao!"
After hearing Yan Jiaojiao’s words, Ye Feng didn’t speak but stared at Yan Jiaojiao and the others, accelerating his healing process.
At this moment, Ya Lie stood out, came to Ye Feng’s side, and raised his sword: "You killed people from Sky Sea Sect, courting death!" Saying this, True Essence was already condensing onto his longsword, preparing to slay Ye Feng with one slash.
But Yan Jiaojiao became anxious: "Brother, don’t kill him, I want him to be my servant, don’t kill him!"
"Make him your servant? Sister, are you crazy? Did you forget he just tried to kill you?" Ya Lie said, looking at Yan Jiaojiao. Yan Jiaojiao’s face was tense: "I don’t care, brother, this is the first time I’ve seen a man like him. I really like him; I don’t want him to die. Don’t kill him; I want him to be my servant and slowly play him to death!"
Ya Lie looked helplessly at his sister: "Look at his expression; how is it possible he would be willing to be your servant?"
Yan Jiaojiao wore a pleading look: "I don’t care, let me ask him first. If he truly disagrees, then we can kill him. If he just dies like this, my conscience won’t be clear..."
Ya Lie reluctantly nodded: "Alright, I’ll give you some time, but if he’s unwilling, then we’ll kill him!"
Yan Jiaojiao said excitedly: "Thank you, brother!" Then she came over in front of Ye Feng and looked at him.
"Kid, this is your last chance. Crawl over and lick my feet to prove that you are willing to be my servant. This way, you don’t have to die. You better think clearly before making a decision; otherwise, you’ll die miserably!" Yan Jiaojiao said loudly.
However, Ye Feng still looked calm, seemingly feeling no sense of crisis at all, softly uttering three words: "I refuse..." Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Yan Jiaojiao stamped her foot in anger: "You’re truly ungrateful!"
Yan Jiaojiao persuaded Ye Feng: "Think it over. If you don’t agree, my brothers can kill you at any time. You’ve just seen their strength; you’re no match for them. Understand?"
However, Ye Feng simply ignored Yan Jiaojiao, who angrily said: "I am talking to you, do you not understand?"
Ye Feng still ignored Yan Jiaojiao. As a Supreme Daoist God, how could he possibly become a servant to someone like Yan Jiaojiao?
"Damn it!" Instantly, Ya Lie was enraged, his figure flashed, and he directly appeared in front of Ye Feng, raising his palm.
"Slap!" Ya Lie’s hand landed heavily on Ye Feng’s face, the slap crisp, the air vibrating.
A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Ye Feng’s face.