"Boom!"
A huge crater was instantly blasted into the bottom of the giant ship, and all the seawater below rushed in frantically as if it were greedy.
"What? Another explosion!"
Roschel finally came to her senses and quickly ran towards the stairs, struggling to reach the top of the giant ship.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 359 The Giant Ship Explodes Again!
Yang Feng, who was fighting Ye Aotian, was becoming increasingly fierce in his fighting spirit. The spiritual power in his body was churning, and he could vaguely sense that he was about to break through to the next stage.
However, his cultivation method only allows him to cultivate at the Qi Refining stage, preventing him from breaking through to the next stage, the Innate stage.
Even if you can't break through, you can still build a better foundation.
Not only him, but even Ye Aotian's fighting spirit was rising continuously. Never before had he been able to display his skills so fully and fight with all his might!
I feel like every drop of blood in my body is starting to burn!
He had a feeling that if he could defeat Yang Feng today, he might learn a lot from this battle and successfully break through the threshold of the half-step innate realm, reaching the legendary heavenly realm like an immortal!
"Li Xing Palm!"
Yang Feng gathered all the spiritual power in his body and condensed it on his left hand. The moment he shouted, an object as clear as glass condensed on his left hand, reflecting light.
It looks like glass, but it is actually very hard.
This martial art was something Yang Feng had taken from the Liuli Sect. He hadn't trained it much; he'd only glanced at it a few times, but he'd still memorized most of it.
It's also simple and straightforward to use.
Yang Feng's left hand flashed with light and suddenly struck towards Ye Aotian, catching him off guard.
In an instant, Yang Feng's palm strike sent him flying into the air. His hard body smashed through the ceiling of the third floor and rushed out to the residential area on the fourth floor.
At that moment, Yang Feng suddenly rushed forward, clenched his fist and threw another punch, giving him no chance to react at all, trying to keep the moves going.
Seeing Yang Feng rushing towards him, Ye Aotian bit his red lips and had no choice but to retreat frantically.
For the time being, he had no way to deal with Yang Feng.
Because his moves are always so simple and straightforward, without any fancy tricks.
"Bang!"
Ye Aotian's body smashed through the ceiling of the fourth floor and rushed to the top floor, where sunlight instantly shone in.
Yang Feng couldn't help but squint slightly, and his speed slowed down a bit. Just moments ago, they were fighting in the dark, but now the sudden light made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Heh, you've found a loophole, haven't you?" Ye Aotian sneered, his inner strength surging continuously. He raised his hand to the sky, and a golden light instantly shone in his palm.
"Nine Dragons Soul-Devouring Palm!"
With a loud shout, a dragon's roar rose, powerful internal energy gathered, and then a golden dragon faintly appeared on his arm.
He frantically circulated his internal energy in mid-air, and the golden dragon gradually detached from his arm and appeared in front of him, its scales becoming more and more realistic.
At this moment, almost all the wealthy merchants were waiting for the power outage to end, and soon they saw Ye Aotian, who had caused such a huge change.
"My God! Look at the sky!"
"My God! That...that was a dragon!"
"The person standing next to that dragon looks like a young man from China! My God! Could he be the so-called 'descendant of the dragon' from the Eastern countries?!"
Similarly, Yang Feng also saw this scene, and his heart skipped a beat. He had once been sent flying far away by Ye Aotian's palm strike.
Fortunately, the aftershocks of that two-move clash sent him flying; otherwise, he would have truly perished at his hands.
However, last time he could only fight him to a draw even with a simplified version of the Tathagata Palm, but now he doesn't even understand how to use that move.
It seemed like he needed a trigger, but he couldn't sense it at all.
It's very uncomfortable.
There are no moves left that can withstand his ultimate skill.
"Am I going to have to run away again this time?" Yang Feng smiled bitterly as his body began to descend.
Faced with his overwhelming suppression, they were utterly unable to resist.
Ye Aotian's power was almost shattering Yang Feng's pride and confidence.
"Think back to the last time, how did I sense that opportunity?"
Yang Feng realized he needed to calm down and carefully thought about how he had triggered this special skill last time.
In the end, he still couldn't sense it, but he already saw Ye Aotian's figure wrapped around a golden dragon, rushing towards him at high speed.
"Die!!"
Ye Aotian roared, and the golden dragon in his hand roared as well, like a thunderbolt!