Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 222 - 223: Fearless!

Mu Ye’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he coldly sneered as his attack did not slow, unleashing a violent palm strike.

Talent Skill, Bone Palm!

Faced with his opponent’s overbearing and formidable move, Lin Feng was equally fearless, directly smashing a fist towards him.

Such a scene made many bystanders scoff at Lin Feng’s recklessness. To trade blows with Mu Ye, wasn’t that just seeking death?

Mu Ye’s palm strike, carrying the force of a thousand catties, landed squarely on Lin Feng’s fist.

Boom!

In an instant, a wave of energy swept out, kicking up sand and rocks, and the ground cracked over a large area like a spiderweb.

Staggering back!

The next moment, a figure stumbled out of the sand, retreating explosively. When everyone got a clear look at the person’s face, each one of them gasped in shock.

Hiss!!!

"How is that possible!!"

The one who had been forced back was none other than Mu Ye from the Blast Sword Tribe!!

As a warrior from the strongest tribe, Mu Ye rarely entered the fray, but when he did, his record was remarkable, having brutally slain the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Chief Disciple, younger cousin Yang Guang, and then ferociously killed a disciple of the Star Palace, Wang Qi.

And now, such a being had been blasted back seven or eight steps with a single punch?

"Damn, well done!"

Atop the city wall, the first one to regain his composure, the Guardian General, couldn’t help but curse out loud, punching the air fiercely.

This kid, though unknown, as long as he is a man of Hu Ben Country, that’s enough. With that punch, he felt as if all the pent-up frustrations in his heart had been released all at once.

On the city walls, Yang Min’s eyes widened, and then a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Lin Feng, I knew you could do it!!"

The people of the Seven Great Tribes, however, were all bewildered.

"How is that possible, Mu Ye didn’t use his full strength, did he?"

"Mu Ye, what are you doing? Get serious, don’t tarnish the reputation of the Blast Sword Tribe, and let these Hu Ben Country folks look down on us."

Everyone from the Seven Great Tribes couldn’t believe that Lin Feng was too strong; instead, they were convinced that Mu Ye had probably not used his full strength. After all, within the Blast Sword Tribe, Mu Ye was one of the outstanding warriors. His father was a priest in the tribe, holding a very high status, even having been summoned by the lord, Tuoba Wenjian.

His character, his strength, his methods, none could be compared to those like Shuo Fengdi from before. Those in the Seven Great Tribes who knew him privately referred to him by another name, Jackal.

Among his peers in the Seven Great Tribes, there might be some who could contend with Mu Ye, but the idea of defeating him seemed impossible.

Yet now, this scene had unfolded. A man from Hu Ben Country with an unknown background had actually sent Mu Ye reeling with a punch?

It made each one of them feel unreal.

Mu Ye steadied himself, his eyes narrowing slightly as he clenched his fists in an instant.

"Interesting!"

A rare earnest expression appeared on his face.

"Great Martial Master Fifth Layer, there are not many worthy of my serious attention."

Mu Ye said indifferently, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, and then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "But, you are qualified!"

Boom!

As the words ended, Mu Ye let out a low roar. In an instant, all the spikes on his body detached, scattering some blood, causing onlookers to shudder. Those hundreds of spikes came together to astonishingly form a longsword.

"Let me show you, how terrifying I can be when I’m serious, and how dreadful the Blast Sword Clan is! Bow to the overwhelming power of the barbarian gods, you insignificant mortal!!"

Mu Ye bellowed, and in a flash, the next moment, the ground exploded, dust billowed, and a dark shadow flashed through the void like lightning, here and gone in an instant—it was Mu Ye’s body, seemingly teleporting, and appearing right in front of Lin Feng.

A sword slashed viciously onto Lin Feng’s shoulder.

This strike, with its incredible speed and raw power, was unmatched.

Boom!

Instantly, the ground shattered, Lin Feng was completely engulfed by the rising dust, obscured by the raging Gang Qi, and his figure was no longer visible.

"Blast Sword First Form—Hidden Dragon Emerges from the Abyss!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish!!

Several hair-raising, cold glares swept through the air, continuously emitting low, rumbling booms that shook one’s courage, just by the swooshing sound one could discern that each strike’s force wouldn’t be less than 5000 kilograms, even stronger; such attack was enough to easily kill a Great Martial Master Fifth Layer.

In the arena, only Mu Ye’s crazed roar and his storm-like offensive remained.

"Blast Sword Second Form—Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain!"

"Blast Sword Third Form—Gray Wolf Breaking Moon!"

"Blast Sword Fourth Form—Giant Elephant Lifts the Heavens!"

"Blast Sword Fifth Form—I Am Invincible!"

These five sword strikes, each stronger than the last, the Sword Light cutting across all directions, each impact leaving Mu Ye appearing on a different side, his movement was incredibly fast, truly as swift as the wind. The five strikes, from five different angles, like a rampant dragon, the unrivaled Sword Light continuously flickered, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, directly lunging to kill Lin Feng.

When the final strike emerged, the ground was cleaved creating a thirty-meter plus long sword scar, shocking and terrifying to those who saw it. Who within the Great Martial Master Fifth Layer could withstand such a tempestuous attack?

At this moment, Mu Ye, compared to before, seemed like a completely different person. These five sword strikes were the strongest sword techniques of the Blast Sword Clan, were Mu Ye’s most powerful Absolute Skill, using the thrust as a sword, and an unstoppable momentum, which had already struck dumb the spectators atop the Jiayu Pass.

Huff, puff!

Mu Ye pulled back, his chest rising and falling slightly, with a faint smile on his lips as he looked at the rolling dust.

"Being able to witness my full strength, you can consider yourself to have died a worthy death."

However, the next moment, his pupils shrank violently, his face showing a stunned expression.

Within the dust cloud, a figure still stood tall and proud like a war spear.

Lin Feng, unharmed!

"What?"

"What kind of joke is this? This is Mu Ye’s strongest onslaught!"

"What background does this youngster from Hu Ben Country have?"

"It can’t be, that’s the infamous Blast Sword! How could it be blocked by someone from the insignificant Hu Ben Country?"

People from the Seven Great Tribes were the first to be astir, each one standing up in shock, some even so excited that they accidentally clamped down and killed their mounts.

Lin Feng glanced at the sword marks on his Battle Armor, a strong attack indeed to leave marks on his Dragon Bone armor.

"Not bad, your Attack Power deserves praise."

Mu Ye’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. What does he mean? Mu Ye needed others to praise and acknowledge his Attack Power?

The people from Jiayu Pass also came back to their senses, one after another showing shocked expressions. Under the previous sharp and unparalleled five Sword Lights, most of them were so nervous they forgot to breathe.

"Good!"

The Guardian General was the first to throw up his arm and roar, bursting into loud laughter.