CHAPTER 1140: CHAPTER 1157: THE MARTIAL ARTS WORLD SUBMITS

Li Jiuling was so excited that he dropped to one knee before Ye Feng: "Li Jiuling greets the Realm Master! May the Realm Master have endless longevity and flourishing martial fortune!" Li Jiuling’s powerful and resonant voice echoed clearly in every corner.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Immediately, thousands of martial artists present knelt down in excitement one by one.

The eyes of everyone revealed awe for Ye Feng, shouting loudly: "Greetings, Realm Master! May the Realm Master have endless longevity and flourishing martial fortune!" The thunderous and resounding voice of thousands of martial artists echoed clearly between heaven and earth.

Both Liu Feixue and Meng Yun knelt down; everyone was convinced, utterly convinced!

Ye Feng stood above the crowd, witnessing the submission of countless martial artists, standing proudly like an invincible War God.

What is invincible? This is invincible! This is the strongest, Dragon Country’s strongest War God!

No matter the Martial World, the three Divine Realm Great Perfections, or the Ancient Demon King—still must submit before Ye Feng!

From now on, the entire Martial Arts World must heed Ye Feng’s command!

From the initial punch shattering a mid-stage Divine Realm expert, to breaking formations, defeating three Divine Realm Great Perfections, and then killing the Purple Demon Flood Dragon, to the resurrection and submission of the Purple Demon Flood Dragon—each event was more shocking and unbelievable than the last.

The whole earth, aside from Ye Feng, probably has no second person who can achieve all these!

At this moment, Ye Feng once again took out a Heavenly Returning Pill and placed it in his mouth, restoring his injuries.

The injuries were healed, but the damaged foundation couldn’t be restored.

Ye Feng looked at Li Jiuling: "Li Jiuling, now is the time to complete what you need to do..."

Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, Li Jiuling’s body shook, then he trembled with excitement. He naturally knew what Ye Feng meant. Li Jiuling looked over at Tang Quan, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Tang Quan immediately fell to his knees in fear: "I was wrong, Li Jiuling, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, I’m a beast, I’m not human, it’s all my fault, spare me, I truly know I was wrong!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Subsequently, Tang Quan continued to kowtow, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, directly causing it to dent. Tang Quan’s head bled profusely, but he didn’t care; he continued kowtowing and admitting his fault.

Tang Quan never expected, even in his dreams, that a being as strong as the Purple Demon Flood Dragon would be tamed by Ye Feng.

Tang Quan originally thought that perhaps if the Purple Demon Flood Dragon killed Ye Feng, he could still survive.

But now Tang Quan finally realized how naive his thoughts were; the Purple Demon Flood Dragon couldn’t kill Ye Feng at all. Instead, faced with Ye Feng’s various means, it was directly conquered and submitted completely before Ye Feng.

However, facing Tang Quan’s plea, Li Jiuling’s eyes showed no trace of sympathy, utterly cold.

If it weren’t for Ye Feng’s countless methods and his own strong strength, they would have long been killed by the Purple Demon Flood Dragon, and the instigator of all this was Tang Quan. How could Li Jiuling possibly let Tang Quan off easily now?

Seeing Li Jiuling’s cold gaze, Tang Quan was scared into agony, loudly pleading: "Li Jiuling, please forgive me. I am willing to be your servant, spare me, I really know I was wrong, I know I’m wrong..."

"Swish~~" as the sound rang, Tang Quan’s words had yet to be finished before Li Jiuling had already raised his longsword, cutting through the throat directly, blood splattering, Tang Quan’s head was instantly severed and tossed high.

Blood gushed like a fountain, and Tang Quan, full of despair, unwillingly fell down, completely dead.

After witnessing this scene, everyone’s hearts were deeply moved. Originally, Tang Quan was vaguely referred to as the number one in the Martial Arts World, the leader of martial artists, held a supreme status, and was an object of reverence for thousands.

Yet today, at his own son’s wedding, he died just like that.

Ye Feng said to the grand elder of the Shushan Sword Sect: "Take me to the treasure vault of the Shushan Sword Sect!"

"Yes! Realm Master!" The grand elder of the Shushan Sword Sect dared not have any objections at all, nodding repeatedly.

Before leaving, Ye Feng said faintly: "Everything is over, everyone disperse..."

Everyone nodded and left, while Ye Feng also briefly settled Lin Shiyu and Han Yi.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day, in just one day, the entire Martial World underwent drastic changes, the name Ye Feng shook the Martial World, known by everybody.

From now on, there were no longer sect leaders in the Martial World, only the Realm Master of the Martial World, Ye Feng.

Ye Feng, with his strength alone, defeated three Divine Realm Great Perfection experts, subdued the Ancient Demon King Purple Demon Flood Dragon, every aspect made everyone feel intensely shocked, unimaginable.

From now on, all forces in the Martial World must heed Ye Feng’s command.

Ye Feng also entered the treasure vault of the Shushan Sword Sect, searching for items that could repair his life foundation.

Time flew by, quickly three months passed, during these three months, Ye Feng traversed the entire Martial World, from top sects to third-rate martial forces, searching for items that could repair his foundation.

He did find some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to repair the life foundation.

But it was far from enough, Ye Feng refined these herbs into pills and consumed them, extending his life to forty years, but forty years were simply not enough for Ye Feng.

At Ye Feng’s level, even a casual retreat could last from a year to several years.

Even Lin Shiyu and Han Yi could live to be a hundred years old now, but Ye Feng could only live forty years, which was certainly insufficient. Ye Feng helplessly took Lin Shiyu and Han Yi to travel the Martial World for a month, and then planned to return to the secular Dragon Country.

After all, on Earth with its vast lands and rich resources, there were places similar to the Martial World, and Ye Feng could go and see, perhaps finding something to repair his life foundation.

One day, at the gate of the Shushan Sword Sect, a group of people gathered, including Ye Feng and others...