Covering the Sky: I, Fuxi's Son, the Proven Emperor

Xiang Yifei has mastered the sect's divine power to this extent; who among his contemporaries can rival him?

That single sword strike sealed their fate; there were no more surprises.

In reality, only a moment had passed, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the final outcome.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, with her clear, watery eyes, suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and a sudden, inexplicable pang in her heart, no longer as calm as a still pond.

Perhaps it was because she didn't want to lose a rare friend, she thought to herself.

"buzz"

At the critical moment, everything changed.

Feng Yi, with his solemn and dignified appearance, is even more sacred than the Buddha in the temple.

At this moment, an incredibly strange power was activated, instantly imprisoning the void.

The One and Only Cave Heaven!

At this moment, the world changed dramatically. The void became as solid as a swamp, imprisoning everything.

The sword of killing, the profound meaning of death, was instantly frozen in place, unable to move.

Feng Yi, its entire body is dazzling, radiating a sacred glow of five colors, and flowing with an aura that is impervious to all laws.

He became the ruler of this region, in harmony with Heaven and the Dao.

The palm glowed, carrying a wisp of chaotic energy, eternal and indestructible.

In a clash of titans, he actually caught Xiang Yifei's divine weapon with his bare hands!

“Peng”

That palm strike landed without any fanfare or fuss, without a trace of human intervention.

Yet it possesses a divine and demonic power that can destroy everything and annihilate all!

What is chaos?

The root of heaven and earth, the source of all things.

Anything within the Three Realms and the Five Elements is subject to its control.

Feng Yi, with unparalleled strength, forged the strongest foundation in history in the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm.

Now, having reached the first level of the Dao Palace Realm and mastered the Water Divine Treasury, he can deal with someone at the first level of the Four Extremes Realm.

The difference of five minor realms requires no extra effort; one force can overcome all methods.

"puff"

In an instant, the divine sword shattered and exploded in the void.

Xiang Yifei's body was pierced by a chaotic energy, shattering his heart.

He fell straight down there, blood flowing all over the ground.

This was a miraculous sight that people will never forget: a young boy, without a drop of blood on his clothes, killed a holy son with a mere wave of his hand!

Chapter Thirty-Two: At the End of the Mountain, I Reach the Peak

Many years later, this place became a pilgrimage site.

The rise of the human emperor rewrote the entire ancient history. Later generations revered his virtue, admired his deeds, and respected him as a god.

This barren mountain, too, has become a part of a glorious epic, eternal and immortal.

"Oh my god, this can't be a hallucination, can it?"

Xiang Yifei was dead, lying in a pool of blood, but people still couldn't believe it.

I just witnessed his power, unparalleled among his contemporaries, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into blood and bones.

A young man, his body radiating divine colors and exuding an ethereal aura, walked amidst the chaos, treading on the corpse of the holy son.

It was as if an unparalleled king had descended upon the mortal realm, subduing all living beings.

That kind of spirit and unparalleled charm is captivating and unforgettable for thousands of generations.

If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to utter a sound!

"No, this can't be true. Yifei, the most outstanding prodigy of our clan, with a bright future ahead of him, how could he have fallen?"

In the distance, an old man with a white beard was even more out of control.

He was Xiang Yifei's uncle, originally with a graceful and otherworldly demeanor.

At this moment, however, it was no longer easy to remain calm; instead, he appeared utterly ferocious.

Looking into the distance, Feng Yi was filled with endless hatred and murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist, let's keep quiet. Let the young people fight it out themselves."

Suddenly, a man with snow-white hair and a commanding presence appeared out of thin air like a god, stunning everyone.

The great human being—Nangong Zheng!

He befriended plants and trees, kept company with flowers, and cultivated the art of immortality, making him incredibly powerful.

His fame resounded throughout the Southern Region, comparable to that of all the holy lords.

“This young man is quite good; I admire him,” Nangong Zheng said.

Throughout his life, the person he revered most was the Ruthless Great Emperor.

Feng Yi, at a young age, created a unique divine art.

It was as if it were invincible, giving him a glimpse of the most ruthless person in history.

Therefore, he developed a love for talent and was willing to forge a good relationship with them.

......

"So powerful! A seven-year-old prodigy, he killed the Holy Son with a single stroke."

On the other side was Ji Ziyue, whose mouth was also agape in an "O" shape, unable to contain herself.

The King of Men was far more powerful and transcendent than she had imagined.

Killing a saint-level figure is as easy as chopping vegetables; it's terrifying!

Didn't you see the Four Symbols Holy Son's legs trembling? He was clearly terrified.

Among his contemporaries, who could rival him? He would be a complete crusher, and very likely the number one person in the Eastern Wilderness!

"All the gods and spirits worship the human king; no wonder there are such legends."

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood atop Mount Mangdang, observing the situation from her elevated position.

Seeing Feng Yi's overwhelming strength and swift victory, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but admire him.

There was a sparkle in his eyes; I was very impressed.

In her childhood, she swept through everything in her path, which reminded her of someone.

A figure who still sends shivers down the spine of those in the Eastern Wilderness to this day—Emperor Wushi!

Feng Yi truly possessed that radiance, which momentarily captivated her, leaving her somewhat mesmerized.

"No, how could he be so strong?"

Jin Chixiao, with the blood of the Golden King flowing through his veins, is a transcendent being.

He is usually gentle, exceptionally brave, and appears very heroic.

But at this moment, he was so jealous that his plasmolysis was about to break, and his fingers were almost bleeding from pinching them.

If a seven-year-old child has this fighting power, then what is the point of his eighteen years of diligent training?

This turn of events was so sudden that it made him feel uneasy.

Once reason returned, he decided to back down and no longer had the idea of ​​playing the victim.

He was a very thoughtful person, hidden in the crowd, inconspicuous, and quietly disappeared.

"You think you can just leave so easily? Stay here!"

Ke Fengyi is extraordinary; his perception of cause and effect is too keen.

From a distance of several miles, he spotted Jin Chixiao in the crowd at a glance.

"call"

In an instant, his eyes lit up, and nine ancient characters of the Great Emperor emanated an aura of eternity.

It merged into it, undergoing countless transformations, and at this moment, it actually transformed into a real dragon!

It came back to life, its purplish-red scales radiating an aura of immortality, shattering space and time.

A force of great destruction and great end is coming.

"what?"

It was fast, incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye, leaving no time to react.

Many people were astonished at just how terrifying the Human King was, that his gaze could transform into a dragon.