"Hahaha... Heaven has truly spared me! Ye Aotian, one day I will destroy you!"
Roschel stood at a distance, watching this astonishing battle. A flash of killing intent crossed her eyes, which quickly turned into shock.
Indeed, he is a legend in the assassin world, the king of mercenaries; his strength is truly terrifying.
"Once my military strength is trained to a certain level, even if you are a master of the Heavenly Rank, you will be surrounded and killed!"
He silently thought to himself, then turned around, put on his black trench coat, and quickly left, followed closely by two A-level ability users.
Little did they know, Yang Feng had already placed a divine imprint on Roschel's body, so that as long as he did not leave Earth, his location would be locked indefinitely.
Unless, the divine imprint is completely worn away by time.
"boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted high above the dock, sending up a thick plume of black smoke.
Both retreated a hundred meters and stood in mid-air.
"Wow... he's actually that strong!"
Yang Feng, holding the Flame Sword, was disheveled with several small sword wounds on his arms. He stood on the east side of the dock, his gaze fixed on Ye Aotian in the distance, his figure temporarily obscured by black smoke, yet his powerful aura could still be felt.
It should be noted that Yang Feng was able to kill a Martial God Mountain expert at the sixth level of the Heaven Rank, but he fought Ye Aotian to a standstill.
Ye Aotian was equally shocked. He remained high in the western sky, the longsword he held with internal energy had long since dissipated, and there was a deep sword wound on his chest, a bloody gash that looked extremely ferocious.
His Three Transformations of the Soaring Dragon is the strongest secret technique of the Dragon Clan. Although it is only the first transformation, it should not be underestimated.
But he still couldn't defeat Yang Feng; at best, they could only manage a draw.
Therefore, he now knows that in order to defeat Yang Feng, he must activate the second transformation of the Soaring Dragon.
"I don't have much time left. In three minutes, I'll be at my last gasp..."
A rare flicker of panic crossed Ye Aotian's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. If Yang Feng noticed, he might be in serious trouble.
"Today is not a good time. Let's fight another day! You can leave now. Although I, Yang Feng, am not a good person, I will not take advantage of your weakness to kill you!"
Yang Feng placed the Flame Sword under his feet, his eyes calmed, and he turned into a long rainbow in the air and left, leaving behind a single sentence.
"Next time we meet, I will definitely trample you under my feet!"
Watching him leave, Ye Aotian let out a long breath, his face turning pale and weak in an instant. He slowly landed on the dock, his internal energy in complete chaos.
He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb the energy around him to stabilize his internal force.
A moment later, Ye Aotian opened his eyes, which shone like stars, and unleashed an aura of dominance.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help but laugh, muttering to himself:
"To have such an opponent in life, what could be better than this?"
"We'll see who's more important and who's less so next time we meet!"
———
On a private luxury jet about to take off, Roschel, wearing a bathrobe, was lounging comfortably on a sofa, with two Western women snuggling up beside her.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off and is now taxiing!" A European flight attendant behind him said sweetly.
Roschel nodded, took a sip of red wine, and said, "Yes, hurry! The sooner we get out of here, the better!"
He felt increasingly uneasy the more he stayed in Jordan.
The plane begins to taxi...
However, at this moment, a dramatic change suddenly occurred!
Suddenly—
A fiery red sword beam, twenty feet long, descended from the sky and with a deafening roar, sliced the plane in two, blasting it into a shower of sparks.
Roschel was sitting at the very back of the plane when she suddenly felt a violent jolt. Red wine spilled all over her face, and she lost her balance and fell flat on her face.
The two Western women and the European flight attendant all fell out together, their faces swollen and red from the impact.
"What's going on!" Roscher jumped up in a rage, only to find that the entire rear cabin had tilted and everything had slid over.
What do you think...?
At that moment, a gloomy voice, tinged with coldness, lingered in his ears, like the beginning of a nightmare.
His eyelids twitched suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Feng's familiar face.
"ah!!"
Roschel was startled and reflexively crawled backward, but her limbs seemed weak and she had no strength at all.
Immediately, his voice trembled as he said:
"You...you can't kill me! I've built a powerful arms force in Africa. If you kill me, they'll hunt you down relentlessly. Even if you hide in China, it won't help!"
"hehe--"
Yang Feng smiled indifferently, then slit his throat with a sword, causing blood to spurt out.
Turn around!