Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 795 - 783: Teacher!

In the night sky, Shi Feng reached out his hand and grabbed the large silver sickle as it flew back towards him!

At this moment, the power of the mysterious sickle had been drained. The silver light flashed once, transforming back into silver patterns.

Following this, the Dark Corpse Army surrounding Shi Feng also began to glow with a blood-colored light.

The Dark Corpse Army had just formed the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, their power had been sapped away by the silver sickle just moments ago. There was no use for them to remain outside, so Shi Feng absorbed them back into the space within the Blood-colored Stone Stele.

"Shi Feng, the Primordial Power within your body has been exhausted. Your time of death has come!" Ahead in the night sky, Yangg Zhong spoke viciously. Then, in a low whisper, he murmured, "Alright, it’s your turn now!"

"Don’t worry!" A hoarse and aged voice responded, resonating throughout the night sky.

Suddenly, a white shadow rose from Yangg Zhong’s body, appearing to be an elder in a white robe with white hair and beard, radiating an air of otherworldliness. Like a white colossal giant, it emerged above Yangg Zhong’s head, its enormous body seeming ethereal, as if hardly real.

"An old ghost of Emperor Realm!" Spying the white shadow, Shi Feng’s eyes turned cold as he spoke.

A year and a half ago, he had encountered and fought with Yangg Zhong inside a volcano within the Flame Territory of the Demon Beast Mountain Range. He knew that this man was accompanied by a Residual Soul, but he hadn’t expected that, with Yangg Zhong’s growth, the Residual Soul had now reached the Emperor Realm!

"Scum of the Nine Nether Lineage! In the past, I, a Great Emperor, fell at the hands of your Nine Nether rabble, Lingg Yefeng and Qin Rufan. Today, I shall slay you first, a young scum who insults my disciple, and later eradicate all those from the Nine Nether Lineage!"

As soon as the white shadow appeared, it let out a furious roar. Then, raising its right hand into a fist, the massive white shadow fist thundered towards Shi Feng!

Upon hearing the old ghost’s words, the corner of Shi Feng’s mouth curved up into a cold smile, and he sneered softly, "Who would have thought, this old ghost was actually killed by Lingg Yefeng and Qin Rufan!"

Next, Shi Feng looked towards the furious fist descending upon him and shouted coldly, "Old ghost! You were killed by two of my disciples, and your soul managed to escape. You should have been thankful for that! But to think you’ve come to seek death at my hands, I will make your soul shatter into nothingness!"

As he spoke, Shi Feng also clenched his right fist and hurled it directly towards the descending giant white shadow fist.

"What did you say? Your two disciples!" The elder’s arrogant face changed at once upon hearing Shi Feng’s words.

"Lingg Yefeng and Qin Rufan are his disciples? How... how is that possible! It is known in the world that these two people are disciples of Emperor Nine Nether, of the Netherworld!" Even Yangg Zhong was startled when he heard Shi Feng’s words.

However, in that moment, Shi Feng’s seemingly ordinary fist had already collided with the white fist smashing down like a house!

"Boom!" A loud explosive noise erupted as the two fists collided!

"How is this possible! His Primordial Power has been consumed. How can he still launch such a powerful attack? How is this happening!" The face of the white shadow elder showed disbelief as the two fists clashed violently.

Immediately after, the elder’s massive white shadow fist was shattered into nothingness by Shi Feng’s fierce punch!

"Humph, dead old ghost! If you were a Nine-star Emperor-level ghost, then I would have some reservations about you. But you’re merely a One-star Emperor Level soul. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me!"

Shi Feng blasted that Old Ghost’s right fist into nothingness and, after issuing another cold shout, his body lit up with a ghostly white light and shot upwards diagonally, aiming for the Old Ghost’s head that was as large as a small mountain!

"Power of Physical Body! That powerful punch just now was solely reliant on the Power of the Physical Body! It’s said that Emperor Nine Nether cultivated Martial Arts, the physical body, and the soul altogether. Could this be... the Netherworld’s Emperor Nine Nether, the legendary Acquired Divine Body, the Nine Nether Body!"

The white-shadowed Old Ghost, looking at the ghostly white figure shooting towards him, said with a face full of shock on his pallid face.

"Old Ghost, you sure know a lot!" Shi Feng coldly glared as he approached the ghostly pale face that was showing a look of shock, and said coldly.

Emperor Nine Nether of the Netherworld! With such a heaven-defying talent, could you really be the legendary Emperor Nine Nether, the Netherworld’s Emperor!"

The Old Ghost cried out again in alarm, but his left hand did not stop; it instantly condensed into a palm, erupted with a ferociously pale ghostly fire, and like swatting a fly, he violently fanned it towards Shi Feng.

"A futile resistance?" Watching the Old Ghost’s fire palm coming over, Shi Feng’s mouth curled into a sneer, full of disdain as he coldly laughed, and then, with another punch, he blasted towards that coming pallid fiery palm.

"Boom!" Yet another violent sound erupted from the collision between the fist and the fiery palm!

"Ah!" A hoarse, painful scream followed. That Elder, who had fanned over what seemed to be a fierce fiery palm, just like the right fist earlier, was blasted into nothingness by Shi Feng, and the soul within suffered a severe injury.

After demolishing the fiery palm, Shi Feng continued flying without stopping, and promptly arrived at the Old Ghost’s giant visage, once again landing a punch between the Old Ghost’s eyebrows!

"Boom!"

"Ah!"

The sounds of explosion and agonized screams echoed once more across the night sky.

"Teacher... how... how could this be!"

From below, Yang Zhong lifted his head to see his teacher’s soul being bombarded by Shi Feng, and listening to those continuing hoarse, painful screams, Yang Zhong spoke helplessly and guiltily.

It was himself to blame! He had implicated his teacher!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Shi Feng’s furious punches followed one after another, continuously hammering on that giant, pallid old face. The white apparition, now growing dimmer and dimmer, seemed as though a mere night breeze would suffice to completely disperse it.

Shi Feng looked coldly at the increasingly weak Residual Soul and, deeming it almost enough, he shouted coldly, "Soul! Devour!"

"Ah!" The weakened, huge white soul instantly let out another painful cry under Shi Feng’s Soul Power. The large white shadow began to spin, and in an instant, it turned into a massive white vortex!

"Teacher..." Yang Zhong stared blankly up into the sky, his face filled with disbelief at the unfolding events!

For a year and a half, he lived with him day and night, he taught him Martial Arts, Path of Spells, the teacher was like a father, truly like his own father. He even passed on all of his Martial Arts and Path of Spells to himself!

"Teacher!" Yang Zhong used all his strength to let out a throat-tearing, exhaustive roar!