As Ye Feng’s words fell, Han Yi and Feng Hao didn’t react at all. In that instant, an absolutely peerless, majestic aura erupted and flooded the surroundings. Above Ye Feng’s head, at the center of his brows, Dao Patterns emerged—no less than four Dao Patterns!

In a flash, heaven and earth roared. The Heavenly Dao let out trembling booms as wave after wave of terrifying shockwaves surged in all directions. Ten-colored auspicious radiance exploded from Ye Feng’s body, covering the land.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hao was completely dumbfounded. It had never occurred to him, not even in his dreams, that Ye Feng was actually a Supreme Daoist God! Dao Rules of the Space Dao and the Destruction Dao coiled around Ye Feng’s body.

Yet at this moment, Ye Feng was like the incarnation of truth itself, peerless in all ages, the one and only existence on the entire Spirit Martial Continent.

His tyrannical aura was like a domain made manifest, directly crushing down onto Feng Hao’s body.

In an instant, Feng Hao felt his strength suppressed so badly that he couldn’t even bring out twenty percent of it, unbearably miserable.

Originally, because of his severe injuries, Feng Hao could only display less than fifty percent of his full strength.

Now, after being further suppressed by the coercion of Ye Feng, this Supreme Daoist God, his entire being felt incomparable pain. In front of Ye Feng he couldn’t even give rise to the slightest thought of resistance; his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, in Feng Hao’s eyes, Ye Feng was like an incomparably towering, peerless existence.

Ye Feng looked at Feng Hao coldly, as if looking at an ant that he could easily crush to death.

"Supreme... Supreme Daoist God? How is that possible! How can a Supreme Daoist God really exist!" Feng Hao roared hoarsely.

Originally, the fact that Ye Feng was a Dao Venerate already made Feng Hao feel jealous and unable to accept it.

But now he finally understood how naïve he’d been. Ye Feng wasn’t a Dao Venerate at all—he had still underestimated Ye Feng. Ye Feng was the legendary Supreme Daoist God, his combat power surpassing the fourth level. This no longer made Feng Hao jealous, it made him despair.

Because Ye Feng had simply surpassed them by far, far too much, he no longer had even the slightest thought of resisting.

"How is this possible? How can this really exist? Isn’t a Supreme Daoist God just a legend?" Feng Hao’s gaze turned dull.

Even Han Yi was staring blankly at Ye Feng, utterly shocked, her heart surging with raging waves.

In her heart, Han Yi thought, "Looks like that saying from Earth is true—everyone knows that all legendary things are real."

Ye Feng took a step forward, and his terrifying pressure bore down directly on Feng Hao’s body, making Feng Hao feel unbearably uncomfortable. The crushing force made his mind flicker. Although Ye Feng’s cultivation was only at Entering Dao Great Perfection...

As a Supreme Daoist God, Ye Feng’s combat power was already stronger than Feng Hao’s, and right now Feng Hao could only bring out around thirty percent of his strength. Faced with Ye Feng, he didn’t have the slightest chance of winning; it was impossible for him to be Ye Feng’s match.

Feng Hao’s whole body trembled; his legs went weak and he couldn’t help but collapse to his knees in front of Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have come after you. I’m willing to submit—please spare me, alright?"

At this moment, as long as he could live, Feng Hao would absolutely agree to anything Ye Feng asked him to do.

"Too late..." Ye Feng’s tone was filled with ice-cold indifference. He spat out the two words lightly, without a trace of emotion.

"Swoosh~~" Right after, Ye Feng drew his sword and slashed. That terrifying sword instantly crossed the distance between space and space.

With one sword, he annihilated ten thousand miles of Void and directly sliced across Feng Hao’s neck. In that instant, blood sprayed like a pillar.

Feng Hao’s blood spewed out like a fountain. His eyes widened, staring fixedly at Ye Feng, his heart full of regret. He didn’t regret targeting Ye Feng—he regretted being too confident in himself and underestimating Ye Feng far too much.

As his head was severed, Ye Feng’s Power of Destruction poured directly into Feng Hao’s body, instantly annihilating Feng Hao’s life force.

In no time, Feng Hao had turned into dust, scattering between heaven and earth, without even bones left behind.

Ye Feng stretched out his palm and grabbed toward the place where Feng Hao had died. A moment later, a Storage Ring fell into Ye Feng’s hand. At the side, Han Yi stared blankly at this scene, feeling intensely shocked, as if she were dreaming. Ye Feng was actually the legendary Supreme Daoist God, and before this, Han Yi had always thought that Supreme Daoist Gods didn’t exist.

Ye Feng’s expression remained relaxed and calm, as if he had just done something very easy, very ordinary.

Then Ye Feng drew back his aura. More than five thousand Martial Artists had actually all died at Ye Feng’s hands.

Although Ye Feng hadn’t killed them directly, they had all been killed because of him, and Ye Feng was only at Entering Dao Great Perfection.

"Let’s go..." Ye Feng said to Han Yi. Han Yi nodded, forcing herself to wake up from her shock, though her heart still couldn’t calm down for a long time. Yet at this moment, what filled Han Yi’s heart even more was excitement, even more was exhilaration!

Because the man in front of her was her husband, her man. He was a powerful Supreme Daoist God!

Ye Feng brought Han Yi and once again walked toward the grand formation. If this had been earlier, Han Yi would definitely have felt nervous. After all, the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon within the formation was still an extremely great threat. But now Han Yi was no longer afraid.

Han Yi knew that Ye Feng was a Supreme Daoist God. It seemed that as long as Ye Feng was here, no danger could be called danger.

Very soon, Ye Feng and the others once again entered the Trapping Formation. The moment they entered, a powerful aura locked directly onto Ye Feng. That aura was mixed with ferocity, brutality, and crazed emotion.

"Despicable human!" The Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon let out an angry roar. The terrifying sound waves turned into a powerful shockwave, sweeping toward Ye Feng and the others like a tidal wave. Ye Feng’s clothes were blasted until they billowed wildly.

Han Yi felt as if her eardrums were going to be torn apart, the discomfort reaching the extreme.

"Die!" After the roar, the Ancient Slaughter Flame Dragon charged straight at Ye Feng, wanting to tear Ye Feng to pieces, to blast him apart.

Yet Ye Feng’s face remained utterly calm, without the slightest sense of crisis. He directly activated the Trapping Formation.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh~~" In an instant, Infinite Sword Energy condensed!