The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 684: The Person Resurrected from the Grave

Ye Chenfeng threw his punch without any reservation, and the force of the punch was chilling.

At that moment, the aura around Thousand Faces suddenly changed, his eyes becoming clear and bright, shining like the stars...

The 18,000 Qi Meridians in his body were running swiftly, circulating through the seven Brahma Aperture Wheels.

"Boom!"

A sound like muffled thunder erupted, a kingly aura soared, and an invisible, vast stream of air, like the deep-sea universe, continuously surged out from within Thousand Faces, enveloping him completely.

"Bang!"

The moment Ye Chenfeng’s fist touched the invisible air stream, his palm rapidly deformed, and his entire body flew back like a kite with its string cut, scattering fresh blood all over the ground.

"Ancient Yoga Skill?" Ghost Head God of Killing’s eyes narrowed, and he blurted out.

Ye Chenfeng, who was sent flying, spun several times in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground, his lips covered in fresh blood, obviously heavily injured.

"King Cobra Yoga from meditation?" Ye Chenfeng said in a deep voice.

Now it completely made sense why Thousand Faces had a thousand masks; with such secret techniques, disguising himself was nothing at all.

Moreover, Asan’s meditation was truly like cheating, incredibly terrifying.

"Just now it was your turn to unleash your ultimate move, now watch mine!" Ye Chenfeng sneered coldly, his aura suddenly changing.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Divine Source Power in Ye Chenfeng’s body stirred rapidly throughout his limbs and every acupoint.

A towering killing intent burst forth from Ye Chenfeng, rolling like dark clouds tumbling.

This time, Thousand Faces naturally felt the incomparable killing intent from Ye Chenfeng.

"Such a familiar power? You... you are the Forbidden God King?" Thousand Faces’s voice suddenly changed.

Ye Chenfeng laughed, "Haha, now I know who you are, one of those who tried to kill me three years ago! And I was the first one to truly hurt you!"

Ye Chenfeng’s aura terrifyingly climbed, the space was already compressing to its limits, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

At this moment, when Thousand Faces made a sound of surprise, Ye Chenfeng also realized this was an old friend—their numerous forces surrounded him back then, and Thousand Faces had no chance to use his ultimate move.

The flames of revenge flared from his eyes, seemingly burning everything to ashes.

"It’s actually you!" Thousand Faces also came to a realization.

If it were merely a master stronger than normal people as per Think Tank’s information, where would they have hurt him, or even possibly killed him?

This person was actually on the western Dark World’s god-like mission: the Forbidden God King.

"Go to Hell and repent!"

A chillingly cold voice emitted from Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, this moment he transformed into a god-like existence, ruling heaven and earth.

"&\\*...%￥"

Thousand Faces naturally wasn’t willing to give up, quietly chanting an incantation.

Mobilizing the ancient King Cobra Yoga Skill, the 18,000 Qi Meridians in his body began to operate, emitting a terrifying power...

The two collided with their ultimate moves!

"Boom!"

The ground in the area trembled violently, just like an earthquake.

The blue bricks in the small alley were released from their bonds, flying up one by one, but immediately exploded to pieces in midair.

As the dust settled, Ghost Head God of Killing’s cold eyes swept over the scene, only to see Ye Chenfeng and Thousand Faces standing face to face.

A draw?

But in the next moment, Ghost Head God of Killing saw a crimson flood of fresh blood spilling from Thousand Faces’s eyes, nose, and mouth, his body had gone limp, slumping to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The result was clear, Ye Chenfeng had won, successfully killing Thousand Faces.

"Pfft!"

But a spray of blood shot from Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, clearly indicating he was severely injured.

"Divine King, are you all right?" the God of Killing asked.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head, "I’m fine!"

"Find a decent place to bury him!" Ye Chenfeng then said indifferently.

"Okay!"

The God of Killing nodded and was about to lift the corpse of Qianmian to leave.

"Wait a second!"

Ye Chenfeng stepped forward to remove Qianmian’s glasses before letting the God of Killing carry the body away.

After securing the glasses, Ye Chenfeng staggered toward the entrance of the alley.

"How did you get here?" When he reached the mouth of the alley, he saw Chen Xijun running towards him anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Ye Chenfeng covered in blood, Chen Xijun quickly asked.

Ye Chenfeng smiled, "What could possibly be wrong with me? I can still smoke!"

As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng took out a lighter and a cigarette. Just as the cigarette reached his mouth and his trembling right hand was about to press the lighter, he suddenly blacked out and his eyes closed. His body involuntarily leaned backward...

"Ah? Ye Chenfeng?" Chen Xijun was completely startled.

At that moment, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he said, "Wrong direction!"

His body, which had already been bending backward, straightened again, and he fell directly into Chen Xijun’s arms.

Chen Xijun instinctively reached out to catch him.

"This direction is correct!"

Leaving those words behind, Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes once more. This time he never woke up and completely passed out.

Looking at Ye Chenfeng in her arms, Chen Xijun couldn’t help but cry and laugh, amused that he even knew where to fall when fainting.

...

This was a quiet place on the outskirts, a concentration of graveyards.

After burying Qianmian, the God of Killing hurriedly left, obviously concerned about Ye Chenfeng’s safety.

The night was dark, the wind cold, and so silent that even the crows made no sound.

It was unclear how much time had passed when a chilly breeze arose.

Suddenly, the graveyard changed, and a fresh grave moved unexpectedly.

Then a hand suddenly emerged from the mound, completely unanticipated.

If anyone had seen this scene, they would have been scared to death!

"Boom!"

Then another hand emerged, followed by legs...

Until the entire mound was overturned, and a blood-soaked figure crawled out.

"Phew!"

The blood-soaked figure took a deep breath and sat down on the ground, looking up at the profound night sky.

And it was none other than Qianmian, who Ye Chenfeng had just killed.

"Forbidden God King, since you recognized that I was using the Ancient Yoga, you should have known that I possess the skill to feign death. Do you know how terrifying it is for an assassin to have the skill of feigning death? Heh, I am the most terrifying assassin!" Qianmian murmured to himself.

"Breaking one of the Forbidden God King’s seals is indeed terrifying. This severe injury will probably take me several months to recover from. This is the first time in my career I’ve tasted defeat, yet strangely, I don’t feel humiliated at all. How can this be?"

Having talked to himself enough, Qianmian slowly stood up.