Chapter 2338 - 2339: You'll Never Know How Many Cards He Has Up His Sleeve

The King's Blade of Gui Hai Yi Dao emitted more than ten zhang of blade light, directly aiming at Yang Fei.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard a roar.

In mid-air, an enormous fist came down directly on his blade light.

Gui Hai Yi Dao's mouth curled slightly upwards, a sign of his joyful mood.

To a swordsman, losing one's blade is akin to losing half of one's life.

Gui Hai Yi Dao could not believe that Yang Fei could defeat him without his blade, relying solely on his fist?

Boom!

The more than ten zhang blade light of the King's Blade collided with Yang Fei's Bull Demon's Fist, instantly producing a deafening explosion.

The seawater on the surface was hit by a tremendous force, surging skyward, turning into a torrential downpour, and then raining down again.

Gui Hai Yi Dao's body plummeted downward, blood flowing from his tiger's mouth grasping the blade.

One of his arms, along with half of his torso, was numbed from the shock.

This punch was unexpectedly terrifying!

Gui Hai Yi Dao's face turned ashen.

He couldn't even dream that Yang Fei's strongest Divine Skills were not in the Sky Wolf Demon Blade in his hand, but in this fearsome fist.

Yang Fei withdrew his fist, provocatively raising it upward.

"When it comes to fighting, I prefer using my fists."

After saying this, he charged downward, throwing another punch at Gui Hai Yi Dao's head.

Everyone was taken aback, staring in disbelief at his seemingly reckless, fearless fighting style.

Due to human inertia in thinking, no one imagined that Yang Fei's fists could be more formidable than the Sky Wolf Demon Blade.

Gui Hai Yi Dao's King's Blade swung out vast blade light, like sealing, blocking Yang Fei's fist.

Bang!

Another muffled sound sent Gui Hai Yi Dao staggering backward, about to fall into the seawater.

And it turns out that the blade edge of his King's Blade showed patchy gaps.

Gui Hai Yi Dao knew that his King's Blade would surely be shattered if it took several more blows from the Bull Demon's Fist.

He continued retreating, while Yang Fei, seemingly mad, persistently followed, constantly punching at Gui Hai Yi Dao.

Clang clang clang clang...

A series of clanging metal sounds rang out.

Yang Fei's fist, seemingly cast from bronze, collided with Gui Hai Yi Dao's King's Blade hundreds of times in an instant.

Boom!

With the final Bull Demon's Fist, Gui Hai Yi Dao's King's Blade suddenly shattered into countless metal pieces, scattered into the sea.

Gui Hai Yi Dao was blasted away by the powerful Bull Demon's Fist, like a kite with a broken string, directly falling into the sea, immediately stirring up a wave over ten zhang high.

The sea surface undulated, and the people on the coastline, especially those from Yinxue Tower, cheered loudly.

"Victory, Yang Fei wins."

"From now on, there will be no more Gui Hai Yi Dao; go to hell!"

...

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Yang Fei's eyes remained fixed on the sea surface.

For Gui Hai Yi Dao, the destruction of his blade was just a small setback, not enough to decide the outcome.

Boom!

A figure shot out from beneath the sea like a missile, the splashing waves producing countless raindrops like bullets.

This figure was precisely Gui Hai Yi Dao.

His expression was still calm, yet his eyes carried a colder intent.

"I must admit your strength exceeded my expectations, and I am compelled to unleash my real weapon."

After saying this, a column of smoke-like light suddenly rose from the Niwan Palace.

Within that pillar of light, a long sword floated up and down, emitting a faint glow.

Primordial Spirit Sword!

This sword was a hundred times more powerful than the King's Blade, gathering Gui Hai Yi Dao's entire cultivation, and even his Divine Thought and soul within it.

The Primordial Spirit Sword grew with the wind, instantly extending to a length of twelve zhang, with a fierce gust, chopping down toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei unfolded the Wind and Fire Wings, soaring into the sky.

However, the Primordial Spirit Sword was connected with Gui Hai Yi Dao's mind, moving with his thought, reaching anywhere within a thousand miles.

In an instant, Yang Fei had nowhere to escape.

The Primordial Spirit Sword was about to slash Yang Fei in two.

A loud rumbling sound erupted, with a mountain hundreds of zhang high appearing in the sky, flashing runes, suppressing the Primordial Spirit Sword.

Bull Demon Divine Power Third Layer, Mountain of Heavenly Path!

Gui Hai Yi Dao's eyes widened.

Yang Fei's Divine Skills were mysteriously abundant, and no one knew how the Mountain of Heavenly Path came about.

In an instant, Gui Hai Yi Dao felt he couldn't even catch his breath.

Under the Mountain of Heavenly Path's intense pressure, his Primordial Spirit Sword could not move.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, retracting his Wind and Fire Wings, like an eagle grabbing a small chicken.

In the blink of an eye, he was already upon Gui Hai Yi Dao.

Gui Hai Yi Dao's cultivation was all on the Primordial Spirit Sword.

Now that the Primordial Spirit Sword was suppressed, he was powerless to resist Yang Fei, resorting only to a hasty retreat.

Yet Yang Fei's speed was incomparably swift, in a flash he was in front of Gui Hai Yi Dao, his Bull Demon's Fist striking out fiercely.

Bang!

This punch directly sent Gui Hai Yi Dao flying.

His Primordial Spirit Body, after tempering through the Heavenly Tribulation, was like cold jade glass, a hundred times tougher than alloy steel plate.

Even if a missile bombarded it, it wouldn't shatter Gui Hai Yi Dao's Primordial Spirit Body.

Yang Fei's punch merely caused Gui Hai Yi Dao heart-wrenching pain, without harming his Primordial Spirit Body, garnering exclamations of admiration.

In all the world, only you can survive one of my Bull Demon's Fists.

After saying this, Yang Fei flew swiftly, his Bull Demon's Fist striking out, instantly delivering more than ten punches.

Gui Hai Yi Dao's chest and abdomen in an instant took over ten Bull Demon's Fists.

Like a relentless storm, the punches made his body sway, blood spurt from his mouth, yet he stood defiantly.

On the coastline, cultivators from around the world were shocked to see Yang Fei's series of Turtle Fists beating Gui Hai Yi Dao, unable to respond, staring in disbelief.

Yang Fei's Realm might not match Gui Hai Yi Dao's.

But his peculiar and formidable Divine Skills were unbelievably fearsome, impossible to anticipate, and incredible.

Faced with such an opponent, any powerful adversary had no chance against him.

For you never know how many trump cards he holds!

On a yacht, Yi He Grand Priest's expression was somber, his long brows tightly furrowed.

He clasped the Demon Summoning Flute firmly, his knuckles turning white, his face resolute.

Yi He Grand Priest's eyes flickered, seemingly making a crucial decision, finally gritting his teeth.

"No, this young man must not be allowed to live any further."

"Otherwise, another Martial God Wang Xiaoshi will weigh down our Sang Country forever."

"To kill him, what does my personal honor and disgrace matter?"

Yi He Grand Priest suddenly leapt up, his whole person vanished into a mist, disappearing from sight.