Ye Yang stood sternly on the Fire God Altar, with fire all over his body, and countless golden runes floating on his body, which made him look like the Fire God descended to earth. On his arms, the dragon scales were shaken by the opponent's starry sky power and flesh flew. However, the blood of the divine dragon in the body of the Hidden Dragon Palace greatly increased Ye Yang's vitality, and this injury was nothing at all.

The blood in the body is boiling, and the powerful force is constantly derive, as if the rivers are rushing, and they will not be able to vomit,

"Wow."

Ye Yang raised the broken flame-breaking sword high, his eyes covered with golden cold light, and the last blow of the three-stage Fire God was about to come out.

...

"Oh my God, where did that kid Ye Yang get such power..." In the lord position, Pang Jing's eyes widened and looked at all this in disbelief.

In the east of the Fire God Altar, a group of people came uninvited. They were the head of the Qinglei Chamber of Commerce, Miss Lei Xiaodie,

Lei Xiaodie looked at the high platform of the Fire God Altar and was shocked to find that Ye Yang and Peng Feng were already in a mess. Both of them were covered in blood, but they couldn't figure out whose blood it was.

A stern heart, Lei Xiaodie was secretly shocked. Ye Yang was too unfathomable at this moment. His powerful power shocked everyone around the Fire God Altar. Moreover, he was only at the ninth level of the earth. Before he had entered the starry sky realm, he had already made Peng Feng, who was in a starry sky realm so embarrassed.

On the seat, Ye Beichi's eyes were full of anger. His brother Ye Nantian died tragically, which was inseparable from the Peng family. All Ye Beichi's hatred almost fell on Peng Feng.

On the other hand, Peng Yueer and Peng Cheng both stood there, very nervous.

Peng Yue'er clenched her fists, bit her lip, and looked at Peng Feng, who was in a mess on the stage, with tears in her eyes.

Peng Cheng was holding a long sword, his eyes full of resentment. If Peng Feng was defeated, then Peng Cheng would have nothing in Liangcheng.

...

"Honghong."

The fire rose into the sky, and Ye Yang shouted softly. The firelights faintly condensed into the star of the gods, with murderous intentions. He held the hilt of the Breaking Flame Sword with both hands, condensed a huge flaming sword, falling from the sky, with a huge blow, as if he was pressing down on Mount Tai and fell towards Peng Feng.

At this moment, Peng Feng could clearly sense that the power of the opponent's attack was not something he could bear at all. The Starry Sky Armor would inevitably be defeated by this attack. The unpredictable power of this attack was powerful, as if it came from outside the sky. No one knew how Ye Yang learned these magical three styles.

"Hahaha, Ye Yang, you bastard."

Peng Feng no longer cared about the majesty of the sect leader, disheveled his hair, holding the battle axe Yaoyang with both hands, laughed and said, "The Yaoyang battle axe is in my hands. That's right, your father Ye Nantian died because of this magical weapon. If you have the guts, come and take it. I want to see how the broken copper and iron in your hand can resist Yaoyang's attack."

As he said that, Peng Feng was crazy, violently storming the power of the starry sky, dancing to the battle axe Yaoyang, and rushing towards Ye Yang, which was a completely desperate attack method.

"snort."

Ye Yang, who was leaping in the air, couldn't help but sneer, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes cold, and he pressed down fiercely. Before the person landed, the powerful pressure had already arrived. The huge cornerstone of the Fire God Altar was instantly split, and the entire Fire God Altar platform was destroyed by the power of a sword.

"Oh my God, that boy..." Everyone stood up on the stage, as if they expected this to be the last tough battle.

"Click."

A thunderous figure passed by, accompanied by a crisp sound, the next moment, the figure separated, and Ye Yang, who was covered in flames, fell to the ground with a broken flame sword in his hand, and there was anger between his eyebrows.

On the other side, Peng Feng suddenly knelt on the ground with his knees, screaming like ghosts and gods howling. A battle axe with flames drew a trajectory in the air.

"Pu"

Before the battle axe Yaoyang landed, Peng Feng's arms had already landed on the ground. Ye Yang's shocking sword directly shattered the other party's starry sky armor and cut off Peng Feng's arms together.

“Ahhhh…”

Peng Feng howled, blood surged from his broken arm,

Almost everyone has suffocated. No one will believe that a person with the strength of the starry sky realm will be cut off by a person of level 9 on the earth and will be defeated miserably.

"Bang."

Ye Yang opened his hand, and the power of Taixu flowed, sucking the battle axe Yaoyang back into his hand. His handsome face did not have any emotion. He turned around and thunder slashed the battle axe Yaoyang with fierce storm.

"Click."

Blood splattered, and the next moment, Peng Feng's head rolled down the broken steps of the Vulcan Platform,

...

Quietness, indescribable tranquility,

The entire Fire Altar fell into a dead silence.

No one would have thought that Peng Feng, who had just entered the starry sky realm, was angrily slashed by the revenge boy.

No one cares whether Peng Feng was involved in the assassination of Ye Nantian. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, everyone only saw whose fist was harder. Now, the era of Peng Feng's unification of the eight surnames of the Fire God clan has finally ended. He was cut off by a junior, right at the feast of the family.

Everyone was almost suffocating, and no one could believe what was happening in front of him. Until the boy named Ye Yang took the battle axe Yaoyang and got off the stage, then grabbed Peng Feng's head with one hand, turned around, and said to Ye Beichi on the seat: "Second uncle, let's go back and use the old thief's head to pay tribute to his father's spirit in heaven."

Ye Beichi nodded, with a look of relief on his face, and then walked down with a few servants.

...

"Wait a minute."

When the scene was silent, a crisp sound suddenly came. Ye Yang turned around and found a beautiful figure coming. It was none other than Peng Feng's daughter Peng Yue'er.

"Ye Yang, you killed my father and I want you to be buried with you."

Peng Yue'er started with an angry sword roar, with a shocking momentum, as if she had already made preparations to fight for her life. Indeed, she knew that she was definitely not Ye Yang's opponent in front of her, but she also wanted to sacrifice her life.

Facing Peng Yue'er's aggressive blow, Ye Yang's eyes slashed, and one arm brushed by lightly, and a burning flame rushed over, which not only destroyed the opponent's angry sword roar energy, but also made Peng Yue'er fall out, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, Ye Yang did not want to kill this woman because he had no reason to kill her. Otherwise, with Ye Yang's strength, even if he did not transform into the Fire God, he could have taken Peng Yue'er's life with an understatement.
Chapter completed!