American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

"You brat, trying to play hide-and-seek with me? You're asking for it!" Pei Yuan sneered.

The next second, his figure flickered and suddenly transformed into two afterimages.

They surrounded Ye Fan from the left and right, forming a pincer movement.

Upon seeing this, Ye Fan's pupils contracted, and his mood became even more serious.

Because Pei Yuan's offensive left him no room to breathe.

"Go to hell!"

Pei Yuan roared, and the two phantom figures simultaneously shook the swords in their hands.

Two swords cleaved through the air, unleashing powerful sword light as they attacked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched violently. He hadn't expected that Pei Yuan's martial spirit had actually reached the fourth rank!

It should be noted that at the Martial Venerable realm, a Martial Soul can only reach the second or first rank at most. Beyond the second rank, one needs to fuse with other Martial Souls to upgrade their Martial Soul rank.

Moreover, this is only the early stage of Martial Venerable. If it is the peak of Martial Venerable or even a higher realm, the Martial Soul grade will only be higher!

Pei Yuan's martial spirit has reached the third rank, equivalent to a Martial Saint.

Moreover, martial spirits also come with certain characteristics that greatly enhance a martial artist's combat power!

Ye Fan dared not take the blow head-on, and could only barely move aside, narrowly dodging the attack.

"Hmph! Kid, watch how I kill you!"

Pei Yuan grinned maliciously and continued to activate his martial spirit, launching a frenzied attack on Ye Fan.

In an instant, lightning flashed and sparks flew through the dense forest, tree branches were broken and scattered, and dust filled the sky.

Pei Yuan was too strong; even though Ye Fan tried his best, he was still forced to retreat.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was pounding.

"Ah..." Ye Fan roared to the sky, the bulging veins on his forehead seemingly bearing unspeakable pain.

"Huh?" Pei Yuan suddenly looked puzzled. "How come this kid is still alive?"

With such a fierce attack, Ye Fan should have been killed long ago!

However, Ye Fan's defensive capabilities were extremely strong, and he only suffered minor injuries each time, which was completely unlike the combat power that a martial arts master should have.

Ye Fan also noticed something was wrong.

His physical strength was already considerable, and after consuming the Bone Tempering Liquid, it became even more formidable.

Combined with top-tier movement techniques like the "Nine Techniques of Lingfeng," Pei Yuan really couldn't do anything to him for the time being!

"Looks like I'll have to get serious!" Pei Yuan gritted his teeth. "Kid, you'd better catch this!"

As he spoke, Pei Yuan raised his hand, threw away his longsword, and clapped his hands together.

"Boom bang..."

A set of golden armor suddenly appeared around Pei Yuan!

This suit of armor is eight feet long, its entire body gleaming with a metallic sheen, shining brightly and exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

"Huh?!" Ye Fan's eyes widened.

This armor is extraordinary; although it is just a piece of equipment, it seems to have a life of its own.

Pei Yuan crossed his arms, protecting the area in front of him.

The next moment, pale golden spiritual power surged from his palm, transforming into a dazzling flame that burned fiercely.

Immediately, he flung himself behind him.

"Bam—"

The fireball detached from Pei Yuan's palm and, like a cannonball, hurtled towards Ye Fan.

"boom--"

With a muffled thud, the fireball struck Ye Fan and exploded.

"Ah..." Ye Fan screamed in agony, vomiting blood as he was blown away.

That attack almost killed him!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Pei Yuan rushed forward and kicked Ye Fan in the head.

boom!

Ye Fan hit his head on a tree trunk and lost consciousness.

"You little bastard, you're still too green." Pei Yuan shook his head disdainfully. "Playing hide-and-seek with this old man? You're not worthy!"

"But then again, this guy's physical strength is really a bit strange!"

"If I hadn't mastered the 'Heaven-Burning and God-Destroying Technique,' I probably would have had a hard time defeating him!"

"Once I catch him, I'll force him to reveal his identity! And then..."

Pei Yuan smiled sinisterly, reached behind his back, and pulled out a dark chain.

"Demon Binding Rope!"

wow-

Pei Yuan pulled hard on the chain.

In an instant, rings of dark purple light wrapped around Ye Fan's body, binding him tightly.

"Huff...huff..." Ye Fan breathed heavily as he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he felt his spiritual energy and essence being continuously drained away.

"Huh? He actually woke up?"

Pei Yuan was slightly surprised.

He had just used the Demon-Binding Rope to bind Ye Fan's body, and then used spiritual power to seal Ye Fan's meridians and acupoints, rendering him unable to move.

As it turned out, Ye Fan only struggled for a moment before waking up, which surprised Pei Yuan.

However, Pei Yuan did not panic. Instead, a ferocious smile appeared on his lips, his eyes became even more greedy, and he licked his tongue.

"Hehe... I love the look of despair on my prey's face before they die..."

Pei Yuan's gaze was like that of a demon, revealing cruelty and bloodlust.

The next moment, he raised his foot and stomped hard on Ye Fan's chest.

Click click click...

Ye Fan's chest caved in slightly, his bones shattered, and blood spurted out.

Ye Fan winced in pain, but he didn't utter a sound.

At this moment, he was filled with hatred, hating himself for not having great strength.

Otherwise, how could this old man be so arrogant?

However, Ye Fan understood that now was not the time to act impulsively.

"You old scoundrel, if you've got the guts, just kill me, stop babbling!"

Pei Yuan coldly snorted, "Since you're begging to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Before he could finish speaking, his other foot slammed down hard on Ye Fan's neck!

Click...

Ye Fan's eyes suddenly bulged, and a faint sound came from his throat.

He struggled to turn his neck and stared at Pei Yuan.

"Old dog...you'll get your comeuppance..."

Pei Yuan was cold and indifferent, with no expression.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, Pei Yuan stomped on it twice more.

Ye Fan's facial muscles were completely deformed, his features were squeezed together, his eye sockets were bulging, his pupils were dilated, and he was on the verge of death.

However, Ye Fan still refused to give up, mumbling incoherently, "Master... come and save me..."

Pei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"So he's a madman! No wonder he's so fearless! But it's probably for the best, saves us trouble..."

As he spoke, he took out a pill and stuffed it directly into Ye Fan's mouth.

In an instant, a cool medicinal effect spread throughout Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan's face regained its rosy color, and his body temperature gradually returned to normal.

"Huh?" Pei Yuan frowned deeply. "How is he still alive?!"

What he just fed Ye Fan was a Grade 3 healing elixir!

For a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm, the effects of a Grade 3 Sacred Pill are nothing short of miraculous!