Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

Han Feng's Sky Splitting Devil Fist rushed towards the Devil Suppressing Talisman. The fist mark looked like the incarnation of a Crazy Devil. It was as if the sky itself was going to be crushed by it. Immediately, the fist mark appeared in front of everyone's stunned eyes. It ripped apart the unk s that blotted out the sky.    

    

The moment the Devil Suppressing Talisman shattered, everyone felt as though they were in a dream. How, how was this possible?    

    

Guo Yann's expression changed. The talisman drawn by the third-grade divine pattern was actually destroyed by Han Feng's punch. Could it be that he was using the Profund Rank Martial Technique?    

    

"This is Evil Sovereign's ultimate technique!" Wang Lang's expression trembled, and his heart was in turmoil. He had once peeked at the ultimate technique that Han Feng had learned, and knew that Han Feng was cultivating a devil fist technique. According to the power that Han Feng had displayed earlier, it seemed to be that powerful and overbearing devil fist art.    

    

In just five days, he had actually cultivated this devil fist to such an extent. How could he not be astonished?    

    

Not only Wang Lang, there were also some other people, the god 's favored figure who had once comprehended all eighteen supreme techniques together. They were similarly dumbstruck. They were well aware of how powerful and profound this supreme technique was. Without ten years of hard work, one must cultivate to a certain level. It was extremely difficult.    

    

However, in just five days, Han Feng was able to cultivate this devil fist to such a level, and unleash the strength of an Earth Energy Stage Level One warrior. This kind of talent was enough to make them look up to him.    

    

Of course, using this punch would also consume a lot of Han Feng's energy. The spiritual energy in his two Vital Energies had been completely drained, and the power of his bloodline was also on the verge of depleting. Only the devil aura was still roaring wildly in the sky, making Han Feng still look like a devil lord. He stood there, and no one could stop him.    

    

Han Feng's fingers trembled slightly, but he held it in. The system injected the pill into his body, causing his spiritual energy to recover slowly.    

    

Continuous consumption of pills to recover spirit energy was not a small injury to a martial artist's body, but Han Feng had no choice. At this moment, if he did not have enough spirit energy, he would still not be able to face Wang Lang and the others.    

    

The people from Wuyan Palace were stunned. Those who had doubted Han Feng's strength before couldn't help but want to find a hole to hide in. With Han Feng's combat strength, would he need Holy Maiden's help?    

    

Lin Shuang's mocking gaze landed on Zhong Xu, causing her expression to become somewhat unnatural. She lowered her head and did not dare to look directly into Lin Shuang's eyes.    

    

"Fourth Young Master, so strong." Han Feng's sarcastic praise made Guo Yann want to die. Even after using the Devil Suppressing Talisman, he was still unable to suppress Han Feng. Could this really be a lawless devil?    

    

A Genuine Martial Stage Level One who had the combat strength of a Genuine Martial Stage Level Four. What kind of monstrous existence was this? Even his brothers couldn't do this.    

    

"Fourth Young Master, there's no need to fear him. He must have used up all his spiritual energy. Killing him will be as easy as flipping my hand." Lu Haocang spoke to Guo Yann via divine sense, causing joy to flash across Guo Yann's eyes. Indeed, using a supreme technique would surely consume a lot of Han Feng's energy. It was very likely that ___ would use up all of his spiritual energy.    

    

The current Han Feng must be extremely empty. It should be very easy for him to kill him.    

    

"Let me take his life!" After Wang Lang heard Lu Haocang's words, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He was afraid that Han Feng would recover his strength, so he rushed towards Han Feng. The Demon Wolf's claw seemed to tear everything apart, and it carried a murderous aura as it rushed down.    

    

The ferocious Qi swept down like a torrent, as if it could destroy a mountain in the blink of an eye. Everyone was stunned. They had never thought that Wang Lang would choose to attack at this moment.    

    

However, they immediately understood. The fight between Wang Lang and Han Feng was not fair to begin with. It was a life and death battle with the goal of killing the other party. Then, take advantage of Han Feng's lack of Spiritual Power to attack him. Although it was disdainful, it was within reason.    

    

"Be careful!" Lin Shuang cried out in alarm and wanted to attack, but Han Feng had already rushed forward in front of her. He threw a punch at Wang Lang's demonic claw.    

    

"Even at this stage, he is still showing off." A look of disdain appeared in Wang Lang's eyes. Obviously, he looked down on Han Feng's behavior. He was only half dead, yet he still dared to fight him alone. He was simply courting death!    

    

The Demon Wolf's claw tore down, drawing a devilish arc in the air. Han Feng took a step forward and unleashed a devil fist. On the devil fist, there seemed to be a devil flame faintly visible, causing a sizzling sound to be heard in the air.    

    

Kacha!    

    

The Demon Wolf's claw collided with the violent devil fist. Cracks appeared on the wolf claw that was as hard as an Ordinary Weapon, as if it was going to break apart.    

    

The energy contained in Han Feng's devil fist was many times stronger than what Wang Lang had imagined. Wang Lang could only feel the whistling of the Crazy Devil crazily rushing towards him, causing his heart to tremble.    

    

Under the fierce fist imprint, Wang Lang's body was sent flying. Blood oozed out of his palm, and he finally fell to the ground.    

    

The entire scene was dead silent.    

    

Even Xia Tianfan and Lin Shuang did not expect that Han Feng, who had broken the Devil Suppressing Talisman with all his strength, would still have such a powerful combat strength. Could it be that his spiritual energy was endless?    

    

Wang Lang fell to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth. At the moment of the collision, it was as if countless Devil Technique had entered his body, causing his meridians to shatter.    

    

"The god 's favored of Wang family, Genuine Martial Stage Level Three. You took advantage of me when I was unprepared to launch a deadly attack. Your skill is not as good as mine. What a joke!" Han Feng's mocking gaze swept across his body, making Wang Lang want to die.    

    

A few young men from Wang family had ugly expressions on their faces. Han Feng had once again humiliated the god 's favored of Wang family.    

    

Among these few god 's favoreds, Han Feng recognized one of them. His name was Wang Zhen. When he saw Wang Lang being defeated, his heart was filled with shock. If he knew that Han Feng was the young man who had a grudge with him in the Herb Medicine Pavilion, who knew what kind of wonderful expression he would have?    

    

"Are you not convinced?" Han Feng looked at the people from the Wang family who were burning with anger. He kept sneering as he walked forward.    

    

With every step he took, it seemed as if there was the power of Devil Dao crushing down on them. The devil might was rolling in waves, and it seemed as if they were going to be crushed by it.    

    

This wasn't the force of the Devil Dao, but the fact that Han Feng's martial will had reached a certain level. To these people, it was as if the force of the Devil Dao was irresistible.    

    

Dong! Dong! Dong!    

    

Han Feng took three steps forward in a row. Waves of Devil Will rushed forward crazily. The few young men from the Wang family couldn't resist it at all. Han Feng could crush them with his martial will alone.    

    

The young men from the Wang family felt humiliated. They were all Genuine Martial Stage Level Two and Level Three warriors. If it was in the past, they would have been oppressed by a young man who was only at the Genuine Martial Stage Level One. But now, it had really happened. They didn't even dare to resist. Wang Lang was the one who would end up like them.    

    

It had only taken a few breaths of time for Wang Lang to turn the situation around, and Han Feng to trample on the young man from the Wang family. This change made everyone sigh with emotion.    

    

"One should not judge a book by its cover." Everyone silently chanted these words in their hearts. Many of them were secretly wary of themselves. If they were outside, they absolutely couldn't bully those who were weaker than them. Who knew how many monstrous geniuses like Han Feng would be?    

    

"I won't kill you all. Go back to the Wang family and wait for your death. One month later, I will personally come and send you all on your way." Han Feng retracted his frenzied Devil Dao Will and spat out a cold voice coldly. This caused the young man from the Wang family to have a stiff expression on his face. Go back to the Wang family and wait for death?    

    

"Han Feng, how dare you!" Wang Lang roared furiously. His blood was flowing even more violently. He could feel that the life force in his body was diminishing, and his Qi was about to be cut off at any moment.    

    

"So what if I am presumptuous?" Han Feng said in a frivolous manner. His incomparably sharp sword intent pierced towards Wang Lang. It was as if a sword was strangling Wang Lang's throat, making him unable to move at all.    

    

"Other people can live, but you don't even have the right to wait for your death." Sword Qi whistled around Han Feng's body. Strands of sword sound rolled around, causing everyone's heart to tremble violently. Wang Lang didn't even have the right to wait for his death. Han Feng... He wanted to kill him right away.    

    

"Save me!" Wang Lang looked at Han Feng who was approaching him, and endless fear welled up in his heart. He had never thought that he would be so close to death.    

    

Right now, the only thing he could do was to ask Guo Yann and Lu Haocang for help, hoping that they could save him.    

    

But Guo Yann and Lu Haocang, would they dare to save him?    

    

When they heard Wang Lang's cry for help, Guo Yann and Lu Haocang's expressions became extremely cold. A few breaths ago, they were only people who fought side by side. Right now, the depths of their eyes had become extremely cold. It was as if they didn't know Wang Lang at all.    

    

"Do you think someone will save you?" Han Feng's sword whistle became stronger and stronger. It was as if the invisible sword had pierced into Wang Lang's body, causing him to wish he was dead.    

    

"Die!" Han Feng spat out the word. Devil intent surged into Wang Lang's body crazily. His life force was instantly cut off.    

    

A Peak of Minor Genuine Martial Stage warrior was killed by Han Feng's single word.    

    

The young men of Wang family couldn't help but shiver. They couldn't help but shiver when they recalled Han Feng's words.    

    

A month later, Han Feng would personally head to Wang family and send them on their way.    

    

The reason why he didn't kill them today wasn't because he was merciful, but because he wanted them to return to their families and inform them that their families were waiting for death.    

    

"Now, it's your turn." Han Feng turned around and looked at Lu Haocang and Guo Yann.    

    

Lu Haocang's expression froze. He moved his feet lightly, wanting to escape.    

    

However, how could Han Feng let him do as he wished? Han Feng's figure flashed and appeared in front of Lu Haocang in an instant. A rolling devil seal rushed out furiously, crushing down on Lu Haocang.    

    

Lu Haocang saw that he couldn't dodge it, so he raised his hand and punched. The will of the Heavens erupted, and a strong spiritual energy was released in an instant. The fist print seemed to be able to kill thousands of people.    

    

The fist print collided with the palm print, and the will of the sky was weakened layer by layer. Han Feng's palm was like a hot knife cutting through butter, and finally, it landed on Lu Haocang's body. No matter how terrifying and lawless Lu Haocang's Qi was, he still continued to attack. The sound of breaking bones kept coming out from his bones, and he was on the verge of death.    

    

"Die!" It was still the word 'die'. The terrifying Devil Dao energy rolled onto Lu Haocang's body, and an endless amount of Crazy Devil energy appeared in his mind, wanting to devour him.    

    

"No!" A sorrowful roar resounded through the heavens and earth. Lu Haocang's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what had just happened. He was the Falling Pavilion's first generation god 's favored, and now, he had fallen!