Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 2043 - 2074: Shock and Awe

This breeze is very light, seemingly weak, as if it contains no power, like the natural wind that soothes the soul.However, when this breeze erupted fully from the four fists, the years here showed signs of decay.

The just roaring starlit river water now paused at an extremely exaggerated speed.

Finally, it directly came to a standstill there.

As this breeze presented such a scene, the four fists directly ignored the distance.

Reaching atop that rift.

Upon arrival, they merged into an incredible form, forming a black fist, heading for the rift.

This fist traveled through the rift, directly targeting Ye Feng flying towards it, and fiercely and bravely descended upon Ye Feng's head.

Crack.

The fist descended.

The world roared.

Ye Feng's scalp tingled under the fist, feeling a heat in his chest, and the blood in his body became chaotic.

Under that indescribable immense pressure, Ye Feng felt his body becoming rigid.

The stiffness was beyond description.

Just as this stiff sensation began, Ye Feng found his cultivation power showing signs of freezing.

The ordeal was not yet over; the fist from the rift roared down.

Directly fierce and overwhelming, descending upon Ye Feng's head.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

A small crack appeared in space.

That fist suddenly enlarged, projecting entirely into Ye Feng's eyes, possessing a colossal and destructive aura.

Ye Feng's eyes shrank sharply.

A life-and-death crisis appeared quickly.

His eyes flashed, and he fiercely crushed the incense burner in his hand, causing it to tremble.

This somewhat dim starlit river plunged into a pitch-black dead silence.

As the blinding darkness emerged, the descending fist seemed to enter a vast ocean.

This ocean was incredibly gloomy.

The ambience of deathly silence, oppression, depression, and solitude left the fist adrift, as if lost.

The four cultivators who conjured this fist simultaneously changed their expressions completely.

They felt an ominous premonition.

They surprisingly discovered that the connection between the fist and them vanished entirely.

This disappearance was not only physical but also a mental and spiritual loss.

Their strongest punch, integrated with their collective strength, disappeared.

This event, since their cultivation mastery, had never occurred.

Who is this person?

How can he be so powerful, unmatched in similar cultivation in the world?

No, impossible. This person cannot be this strong.

Could it be that the incense burner hidden in the glow was a treasure?

Instantly, the four cultivators' hearts were shaken, their minds racing.

Each of them contemplated Ye Feng's recent actions.

Then their faces turned pale, retreating urgently backward.

Because now, they felt the fist had indeed vanished.

This was not all.

Beside the rift, a sword intent swept in wildly, immensely powerful, causing the four cultivators to retreat without hesitation.

"Retreat."

"This person is too strong."

"How could this person…?"

The terrified voices continuously emitted from the four cultivators, their bodies, like lightning, flickering away.

Retreating faster than their arrival.

The speed stunned Ye Feng.

Ye Feng emerged from the rift, face pale, eyes gleaming red, with a raging killing intent.

He stepped, swiftly pursuing the red-clothed cultivator.

Since the red-clothed cultivator appeared, Ye Feng had landed a heavy blow.

Though not the weakest, he was the only one severely injured.

And this red-clothed cultivator feared Ye Feng.

This fear came not only from the body but also from the soul.

Thus, the red-clothed cultivator became Ye Feng's prime target.

"You cannot escape."

Watching the red-clothed cultivator retreat, Ye Feng coldly spoke.

The sound, like a roar from Hell, spread, resonating through the heavens and earth.

As the sound spread.

The Phoenix in Ye Feng's hand transformed into a blood light and boldly attacked the red-clothed cultivator.

The blood light rapidly pursued the red-clothed cultivator.

The red-clothed cultivator's face changed drastically, witnessing the Phoenix blood light, he felt death.

As death arose, survival instinct quickly extinguished and thrived.

With narrowed eyes, he shouted loudly, "Hurry, unleash your strongest technique, kill him here?"

"If he doesn't die today, we surely will. His survival renders our presence meaningless."

"If you don't kill him, continuing to flee, he will surely kill you one by one."

"You are all heavenly cultivators; you understand the implications without my explanation."

His urgent words made the black-clothed, white-clothed, and blue-clothed cultivators pause.

Their eyes showed concentrated killing intent towards Ye Feng.

"This is true. If we don't kill him today, our reputation will vanish, and escaping won't ensure survival."

The remaining three spoke unanimously.