Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

Blood splattered all over the ground, and the stone monument that had been cut in half returned to its human form at that moment. This was because this person was a bit miserable. One of his arms was cut off. A ghastly white bone was revealed, and blood continuously spilled outwards. He looked extremely terrifying.    

    

"Crippling one of your arms and all of your cultivation can be considered as teaching you a lesson. You can leave the desolate plains." Han Feng said coldly.    

    

Initially, he wanted to kill Cui Ming directly, but at the last moment, the stone monument that Cui Ming had transformed into shifted its direction, causing him to only cut off one of Cui Ming's arms. Facing an opponent who had lost an arm, Han Feng lost his interest in fighting again.    

    

Furthermore, Cui Ming's cultivation base had already been dispersed by his Nirvana Intent. It was very difficult for someone without a cultivation base to do anything in the world of martial arts.    

    

Such a punishment was even more painful than death.    

    

Obviously, Cui Ming had also realized this point. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't you just kill me?"    

    

"You want to be free?" Han Feng smiled mockingly. "Then you can do it yourself."    

    

After saying that, Han Feng turned around and left. Cui Ming's life and death had nothing to do with him.    

    

After taking a few steps forward, Han Feng heard a painful cry. Cui Ming had committed suicide.    

    

"This place seems to be a great hall. I wonder what's so special about this place." When Han Feng broke the storage ring and came out, he saw countless god 's favored rushing towards the depths of the hall. There must be some kind of secret hidden in this hall.    

    

Bang!    

    

The door of the ancient hall suddenly closed, and the hall became gloomy. Han Feng's vision was pitch black, but it didn't affect his progress at all. After breaking through to the Genuine Martial Stage, it wouldn't be a problem for Han Feng to walk in the dark. Although he couldn't see far, it was still easy for him to see the road in front of him.    

    

After walking for an unknown period of time, the hall was still dark and quiet, without any sound.    

    

"No, there's something strange about this hall." Han Feng's heart shivered. Where did all the god 's favored that he had entered go? He had been walking for so long, he shouldn't have been unable to see a single person.    

    

Suddenly, Han Feng's body trembled slightly. He unleashed all of his soul energy. There seemed to be someone breathing softly not far away from him, as if they were afraid to disturb him.    

    

Hiss!    

    

A subtle sound cut through the void. An invisible sword Qi rushed towards Han Feng. Han Feng moved his body slightly, and at the same time, he struck out his palm in the direction of the man. The Devil Palm Print crushed the space, but it didn't hit the man. Instead, it struck the palace, producing a dull sound.    

    

"Kill!" The man didn't try to hide himself anymore. Instead, he lunged at Han Feng. A deadly sword light was unleashed, and the terrifying Sword Dao Will was circulating with a destructive force, wanting to kill Han Feng.    

    

The Han Feng's Sword was also swung out. Strands of Devil Will condensed into peerless Devil Sword. The devil flame on the Azure Astral Sword understood what was going on. A casual slash of the sword was the combination of terrifying will and power. The Nirvana Intent landed on that man's sword and completely dissolved his power.    

    

That person's expression changed. He wanted to swing his sword again, but Han Feng's Devil Palm Print had already arrived. In an instant, it landed on his body and knocked the sword in his hand down. Then, an invisible hand locked onto his neck. It was as if he would be killed as soon as he moved.    

    

"If you move again, you will die." Although Han Feng was still a few steps away from that man, the Devil Dao Palm was firmly holding onto that man's lifeline, making him unable to resist.    

    

"Forget it, just kill me." That man hardened his heart and said.    

    

"There's no hurry, I'll ask you a few questions. Good answer, I won't kill you " Han Feng was very curious about this spatial zone. The entire palace carried a bit of evil energy, giving people a demonic feeling.    

    

"What do you want to know?" That person cooperated with him, giving him an indifferent feeling.    

    

"What is this place, and who are you, why do you want to kill me?" Han Feng asked.    

    

"This..." A few black lines appeared on this man's forehead. How could Han Feng come in without knowing where this place was?    

    

"This is Evil Sovereign Gu Palace." This man replied. What Han Feng asked wasn't a secret. If Han Feng didn't kill him, it wouldn't hurt to tell him.    

    

"Evil Sovereign?" Han Feng's heart sank. He did not expect to hear this name again in the Wasteland.    

    

Han Feng would never forget that day at the bottom of Death Cliff, he entered a cave. The owner of the cave was an evil Sovereign, Evil Sovereign.    

    

This man had also left a dark mark on his soul, allowing him to find him after breaking through to the Celestial Energy Stage. He didn't expect that they would meet again in the wasteland before he even needed to wait for the Celestial Energy Stage.    

    

What kind of mystery would Evil Sovereign leave behind here?    

    

Also, what did Evil Sovereign have to do with the great battle that happened thousands of years ago in the wasteland? Why did he leave behind an ancient palace here?    

    

All of these questions lingered in Han Feng's mind, leaving him puzzled.    

    

"Then who are you? Why did you kill me?" Han Feng asked again.    

    

"I am a disciple of Nine Saints Sword Sect. Didn't you hear that there was a voice instructing us? In this ancient palace, we only care about killing to our heart's content. In the end, those with outstanding talent will be able to obtain his inheritance. " That person said.    

    

"So, you want to kill me?" Han Feng thought that Evil Sovereign was a bit bloodthirsty. The method of selecting the successor was to kill continuously. Only those who remained in the end could obtain the inheritance.    

    

"Where did the others go?"    

    

"I don't know." The man shook his head, which surprised Han Feng. "You don't know?"    

    

"Yes." That voice disappeared after we killed it," the man said. Then, a black fog drifted over. Our eyes are temporarily blind, after a few breaths, the man said. We could see things clearly, but the people around us were gone " That person replied.    

    

Han Feng nodded in his heart. It was indeed a little strange. When Evil Sovereign was talking to the god 's favored earlier, Han Feng was fighting Cui Ming at the entrance of the hall. He had missed this opportunity. The god 's favored that entered Evil Sovereign's ancient palace should have been separated by the so-called Evil Sovereign. It had prevented them from meeting each other. When they met, it was the beginning of a massacre.    

    

Slaughter, achieving the Great Dao.    

    

"Go." After Han Feng asked what he wanted to know, he let go of the devil hand. Next, he wouldn't be so passive. If someone tried to kill him again, he would be able to fight back.    

    

"Are you really willing to let me go?" The man's expression turned slightly serious. Obviously, he didn't expect Han Feng to really let him go.    

    

"Since you have already said so, I will let you go. Why? Are you unwilling to leave?" Han Feng smiled faintly, causing the disciple of Nine Saints Sword Sect to shake his head repeatedly, "I will go."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple flew out. He was lucky enough to be able to save his life from Han Feng, so he naturally cherished it.    

    

Han Feng's figure continued to flash forward. Similarly, after walking for a long time, he still didn't see anyone.    

    

However, Han Feng wasn't in a hurry now. Since this ancient palace was a killing game, he would surely meet someone.    

    

Evil Sovereign's ancient palace was a place of slaughter. It was a place where killing could prove one's Dao.    

    

Although it wasn't that Han Feng hadn't killed anyone before, he still felt somewhat conflicted when it came to using slaughter as a trial. However, since he was in Evil Sovereign's territory, he still had to follow the rules of this Ancient Palace.    

    

"En?" As Han Feng walked, the space in front of him started to distort. Immediately, a terrifying Qi emerged in front of him.    

    

This man carried a thick stench of blood and his cultivation base. When the Genuine Martial Stage Level Two saw Han Feng, his eyes revealed a trace of a contemptuous smile.    

    

To think that he would be allowed to kill a Genuine Martial Stage Level One warrior. Wasn't Evil Sovereign looking down on him too much?    

    

"Die!" Pang Zhan said coldly to Han Feng, causing Han Feng's eyes to narrow slightly. Interesting, this man wanted him to die.    

    

"What if I refuse?" Han Feng asked.    

    

"Then let me send you on your way!" Pang Zhan was a little impatient. How could a Genuine Martial Stage Level One be so ungrateful?    

    

Previously, he had killed many people in this ancient palace. Most of them were Genuine Martial Stage Level Two warriors, but they were all killed by him. He had also met a Genuine Martial Stage Level Three warrior. Although he didn't win, he could still escape successfully.    

    

The Genuine Martial Stage Level One warrior in front of him also showed signs of arrogance. He really didn't know what was good for him.    

    

"Don't say it too early. Maybe I'm the one who gave it to you." Han Feng smiled faintly. Obviously, he wouldn't take a Genuine Martial Stage Level Two warrior seriously.    

    

"Kill!" Pang Zhan's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood. His palm seemed to have transformed into the sharp claw of a Demonic Beast, and it ripped towards Han Feng.    

    

"The divine ability of the Demonic Beast Transformation!" Han Feng's eyes lit up. Such a martial skill was very rare, and the difficulty of cultivating it was also very high. He never thought that this person would actually be able to cultivate it successfully. It could be seen from his talent.    

    

However, with Pang Zhan's cultivation, it was obviously difficult for him to take down Han Feng.    

    

Han Feng thrust out his sword, and it was as if there were numerous dazzling meteors forming. Streams of light that carried killing intent whistled as they wrapped around Pang Zhan. Pang Zhan's demonic claws trembled, and he actually wanted to grab that murderous aura. However, that stream of killing intent was incomparably sharp, and it directly cut through his demonic claws.    

    

The demonic blood dripped down, and Pang Zhan was infuriated. He had actually been injured by a Genuine Martial Stage Level One warrior!    

    

If he knew that the Genuine Martial Stage Level Three Cui Ming who had comprehended the Level Four's martial intent had been crippled by Han Feng, who knew what he would think?    

    

Roar!    

    

Pang Zhan let out a low roar that sounded like a Demonic Beast. Demonic Qi rolled around his body, and his demonic claws seemed to be able to tear everything apart. A terrifying gale swept across the void, as if it could cut everything in its path.    

    

"Slash!" Han Feng waved his Azure Astral Sword and attacked. In the blink of an eye, numerous devil flame landed on Pang Zhan's demonic claws. Pang Zhan instantly felt the devil flame burning his spiritual energy, and his heart was suddenly startled. He wanted to extinguish the devil flame, but he was unable to do so.    

    

"What kind of demonic technique is this!?" Pang Zhan panicked. This devil flame seemed to contain an extremely strong will power. With his cultivation, he was actually unable to extinguish it.    

    

"You're the half-human and half-demon that used the demonic technique." Han Feng's palm trembled. A sword light landed on Pang Zhan's body. His eyes were still filled with unwillingness, but his life had already been taken!