Beautiful CEO's Top Martial Expert-Chapter 2038 - 2036: Beat You 800 Times

"Sorry, farewell!"

Immediately, these bounty hunters cupped their fists towards Xiao Yifeng and quickly left the place, obviously frightened by the Bounty Alliance Leader’s Order.

Mark’s eyes glimmered with sharp light as he watched Xiao Yifeng and the token, then he turned and left without a word.

"Hey, brother, the token that guy gave you is quite useful, it seems those bounty hunters are really afraid of it!"

Reen Tianwu couldn’t help but say.

"The Bounty Alliance Leader’s Order? Could it be the token of the Bounty Hunter Alliance Leader!"

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu exclaimed.

"The token of the Bounty Hunter Alliance Leader?"

Xiao Yifeng was taken aback.

"It’s very likely, otherwise this token wouldn’t hold such influence over the bounty hunters!"

Reen Tianwu said.

"But I don’t even know the Bounty Hunter Alliance Leader, do you?"

Xiao Yifeng asked.

"The identity of the Bounty Hunter Alliance Leader is known to very few in the entire Ancient Realm. It’s said that even within the alliance, few have seen the true face of the Bounty Hunter Alliance Leader."

"Ten years ago, the Bounty Hunter Alliance suddenly emerged, establishing the Bounty Hunter Alliance and rapidly uniting all the bounty hunters of the Ancient Realm."

"It organized and arranged the once-disorganized bounty hunters into a force that cannot be underestimated in the Ancient Realm. As for the person who created the Bounty Hunter Alliance, no one knows to this day!"

Zhang Long explained.

"No matter, we’ll find out someday!"

Xiao Yifeng shrugged, no longer dwelling on the matter.

Swish!

At this moment, a figure draped in a black cloak appeared in the void,

possessing an invisible aura that made it impossible to discern his appearance, nor could spiritual sense detect him.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Yifeng looked at the person, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Give me the Red Flame Fruit, this is an inferior grade holy artifact!"

The mysterious figure took out a sword and said to Xiao Yifeng. The sword was enveloped in a luminescent glow, emitting the unique sacred aura of a holy artifact, clearly an inferior grade holy artifact.

"Are you the mysterious person offering a bounty for the Red Flame Fruit?"

Xiao Yifeng asked in surprise.

"That’s right, now hand over the Red Flame Fruit!"

The mysterious figure said.

"Sorry, I didn’t accept your bounty task, nor do I intend to give this Red Flame Fruit to anyone, sorry!"

Xiao Yifeng replied.

"What do you mean? Do you think an inferior grade holy artifact isn’t enough?"

The mysterious figure said coldly.

"No, I also need this Red Flame Fruit, sorry!"

Xiao Yifeng said directly.

Boom!

The mysterious figure suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, spreading a scorching, chilling atmosphere.

"What do you intend to do?"

Seeing the figure release such a formidable aura, Xiao Yifeng frowned.

"I am determined to acquire the Red Flame Fruit. If you won’t give it to me, I’ll have to kill you and take it myself!"

The mysterious figure said coldly, waving his hands, with two burning, terrifying fireballs in his palms, a special aura shrouding his entire being.

Boom!

Just then, Feng Youyou stepped forward, creating endless storms out of thin air, a dominating majesty descended.

The violent winds caused the fireballs in the mysterious figure’s hands to tremble violently, as if they were about to be extinguished at any moment.

"Dominator Realm Expert!"

The mysterious figure’s tone changed immediately, his gaze turning towards Feng Youyou.

"I will remember you!"

The mysterious figure said to Xiao Yifeng, then his body disappeared from the scene.

"Who is this guy? He doesn’t even dare to show his true face!"

Reen Tianwu said, full of curiosity.

"Very mysterious, I can’t even see through his strength, he feels very extraordinary!"

Xiao Yifeng said word by word.

"Never mind that, improving your strength is the real key!"

Little Huang said in an instructive tone.

"I get it, keep underestimating me, I will definitely show you my true power, and I will surpass your previous nine masters!"

Xiao Yifeng declared.

"Once you know the power of my previous nine masters, you won’t say that!"

Little Huang snorted.

"What kind of power?"

Xiao Yifeng asked curiously.

"I’m afraid I’d frighten you if I told you now, wait until you’ve at least reached the Life and Death Realm or Dominant Realm!"

Little Huang said.

"Is it that exaggerated? Could it be that their power has reached the Samsara Realm?"

Xiao Yi pouted.

"Samsara Realm, you underestimate the masters of my Desolate Heavenly Tower."

Little Huang said, high and mighty.

"Could it be that their power surpasses the Samsara Realm?"

Xiao Yifeng said in shock.

"You’ll know when the time comes, if I said too much, it might undermine your confidence!"

Little Huang snorted arrogantly, then went silent.

"I’m so frustrated, I want to hit you eight hundred times!"

Xiao Yifeng huffed in fury.

"Kid, you’d better wait for your Little Star to awaken, let her discipline this artifact spirit!"

Long Qian said.

"Indeed, Xingxing will surely be able to subdue this guy."

Xiao Yifeng thought to himself, while the artifact spirit of the Desolate Heavenly Tower, Little Huang, inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding.

Ancient Realm, one of the Eight Ancient Clans—the Fire Tribe.

In the Fire Tribe, Yan Long returned.

"Young Master!"

At once, a group of Fire Tribe members respectfully greeted Yan Long.

Then, a middle-aged man appeared before Yan Long, wearing an ash robe and sporting a full beard, he was Yan Long’s father, the Fire Clan Chief Yan Xiaotian.

"Why have you returned so soon? Weren’t you at Nine Flame Mountain refining the Essence Soul of Fire?"

Yan Xiaotian asked Yan Long.

"The Essence Soul of Fire was stolen!"

Yan Long said coldly.

"What? How did that happen? Did a Dominator Realm expert enter Nine Flame Mountain and discover the Essence Soul of Fire?"

Yan Xiaotian’s expression changed upon hearing Yan Long’s words, his demeanor turned grim.

"No, I was defeated by a young man of my own age!"

Yan Long said, clenching his fists, his eyes flashing with icy coldness.

"How could this be? Was it a direct disciple from one of the other seven ancient clans or the four great imperial lineages?"

Yan Xiaotian asked gravely. In his mind, only a direct member of these powerful families could possibly defeat his son.

Not even the prodigious disciples of the major super sects in the Ancient Realm could defeat his son, after all, Yan Long had always been the most talented in his generation within the Fire Tribe, boasting exceptional martial talent over thousands of years.

At only twenty years old, he had already stepped into the Nirvana Realm, and now at twenty-four, he had reached the second level of the Nirvana Realm, making his martial talent absolutely top-tier.