Peerless Dragon Sovereign-Chapter 607: Overwhelming Suppression

"Boastful words, today I, Feng Xueyang, will let the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall have a new Ninth Hall Master!" Feng Xueyang snorted coldly, and a strange aura immediately emanated from his body.

The sevenfold Blood Dao Cloud Sea dissipated instantly, and Feng Xueyang’s figure gradually disappeared, to the point where even his presence vanished without a trace.

It was as if Feng Xueyang had never existed.

Zhuge Yun’s expression changed, and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, cautiously scanning his surroundings as he said to Chu Nan: "Master, Feng Xueyang is the Sixth Slaying Emperor of the Slaughter Emperor Sect, in addition to having formidable cultivation, his Concealing Breath Technique is extremely terrifying."

"You must be careful!"

The Slaughter Emperor Sect was a fearsome force renowned for assassination in the Celestial Crossing Realm, from the Slaying Emperors to ordinary members, all excelled in the art of assassination.

As the Sixth Slaying Emperor, Feng Xueyang had honed his assassination skills to perfection.

While in the ninth realm of the Cloud Sea Realm, he had successfully assassinated a second realm Celestial Martial Artist!

"Hehehe~"

"I am the Sixth Slaying Emperor of the Slaughter Emperor Sect, no matter what, you won’t be able to find me. Next, I will lead you step by step into the abyss of death amidst endless fear!"

Feng Xueyang’s voice drifted in from the void around them, and the terrifying killing intent permeated through the void.

Zhuge Yun’s heart leapt to his throat, fearing that Feng Xueyang’s scythe would fall upon his neck in the next moment.

But throughout it all, Chu Nan’s expression never changed, his face remained calm as he utilized Spiritual Sense endowed with Yin Power to sweep in all directions, searching for Feng Xueyang’s figure.

Zhuge Yun was on edge, as if he would be dismembered the next instant.

"Don’t move!"

But just then, the silent Chu Nan suddenly looked at him, and then launched a punch with explosive force.

The roaring Yang Power transformed into a soaring rainbow, charging towards Zhuge Yun.

Despair appeared on Zhuge Yun’s face, thinking Chu Nan intended to kill him.

Bang!

To Zhuge Yun’s surprise, the Yang Power struck just behind him, brushing past his body, as if hitting something and producing a heavy boom.

Shocked, Zhuge Yun turned to see Feng Xueyang staggering out from his shadow, with a clear trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"How can this be?" Feng Xueyang retreated with disbelief, staring at Chu Nan, "Even an eighth realm Celestial Martial Artist couldn’t detect my disguise. How did you discover it?"

Chu Nan sneered, snorting coldly: "Frog at the bottom of the well, how could you know the vastness of Martial Dao."

"Just because others can’t sense it, doesn’t mean I can’t. You overestimated your own power!"

With Spiritual Sense enhanced by Yin Power being exceedingly sharp, it easily detected Feng Xueyang’s presence the moment he acted.

Thus, Chu Nan unhesitatingly chose to strike, severely injuring the opponent’s body.

"Zhao Shibang, I underestimated you..." Feng Xueyang continued to retreat, once again concealing his body, "I was careless just now. Next time, you won’t have the chance to retaliate."

This time, not only did Feng Xueyang’s body disappear, even his voice vanished, as if he had never existed at all.

After a few breaths, Zhuge Yun, still trembling from the fright, walked up to Chu Nan and said, "Ninth Hall Master, Feng Xueyang’s strength is too strong, please protect me~"

Chu Nan looked at Zhuge Yun, nodded silently, and then punched fiercely.

Slash!

The hardened fist pierced through Zhuge Yun’s body, even shattering his spine with that punch.

Blood gushed forth like a spring, and Zhuge Yun, pale, said incredulously: "Ni... Ninth Hall Master, what are you doing, you..."

Chu Nan spoke coldly: "Stop pretending, Feng Xueyang. Zhuge Yun would never call me Ninth Hall Master because he is my Soul Servant!"

Buzz~

Zhuge Yun’s face suddenly twisted, then transformed into that of Feng Xueyang. Meanwhile, in a distant corner, Zhuge Yun’s unconscious body was revealed. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Feng Xueyang gave a bitter laugh, saying: "It’s no surprise you could become the Hall Master of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall. It seems I, Feng Xueyang, miscalculated, Zhao Shibang, you... die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xueyang’s body exploded into a mist of blood, and another Feng Xueyang appeared behind Chu Nan, wielding an Emperor Martial Scythe flashing with sharp killing intent, slashing fiercely at Chu Nan.

The scythe’s blade was less than a foot away from Chu Nan. At this distance, no one could evade this deadly blow.

The Zhuge Yun just now was a Blood Dao Avatar he created, deliberately making mistakes to let Chu Nan suspect and believe he uncovered the plot, thus relaxing his vigilance.

With this scheme, Feng Xueyang had slain countless martial artists, even those just as strong as him in the seventh realm.

But just when Feng Xueyang thought victory was assured, he saw the calm, mirror-like expression on Chu Nan’s face.

Clang!

The sharp blade of the Emperor Martial Scythe struck Chu Nan, yet it was as if a wooden blade was striking steel, unable to advance even an inch.

Crackle~

The contact between flesh and the Emperor Martial weapon emitted a startlingly harsh sound.

Feng Xueyang’s hair stood on end instantly, an icy chill crept even to his heels, and he said in stunned fear: "This... how is this possible!"

Chu Nan remained silent, his Yang Power Cloud Sea emerged. Though it was only one layer, it possessed the terrifying power of the eighth realm, like a massive vortex firmly trapping Feng Xueyang by Chu Nan’s side.

Feng Xueyang’s maneuver just now truly surprised Chu Nan, but Chu Nan’s power exceeded even Feng Xueyang’s imagination.

Though only having one layer of Cloud Sea, it held a terrifying combat strength comparable to the eighth realm.

With Yin Yang Power under his control, Chu Nan’s physical body became even stronger, and protected constantly by Yang Power, how could Feng Xueyang of the seventh realm possibly harm Chu Nan?

"Honestly, I never expected myself to be so strong." Chu Nan sincerely told Feng Xueyang, then gathered Blood Dao into another punch and sent it blasting towards him, "Let you taste my Blood Dao!"

Slash!

Chu Nan’s punch truly pierced through Feng Xueyang’s body, blood flooding from the wound like a waterfall.

The endless Yellow Sand on the ground was dyed red, like a surging river of blood.

Feng Xueyang’s body fell from the air like a meteor, half buried in the yellow sand.

The upper half of him twitched ceaselessly, his entire aura diminished to the extreme.

Although this blow wouldn’t kill Feng Xueyang on the spot, it left him gravely injured, greatly weakening his combat strength.

Chu Nan appeared somewhat disappointed, thinking Feng Xueyang at the peak of seventh realm could be his grindstone, fully unleashing his power.

Yet, unexpectedly, when the real fight happened, Chu Nan discovered that the reality of his own strength was even more terrifying and formidable than he had imagined.

So much so that Feng Xueyang at the peak of seventh realm couldn’t even fight back.