After sending Wang Jin flying with one punch, Zhou Feng's arm fell off like a noodle.
If it were anyone else, this arm would be considered crippled.
However, Zhou Feng had the passive Reinforced Iron Bones, so his bones were like steel.
The current situation was only due to the dislocation of his joints.
He forcefully straightened his arm, and then the passive Self-Healing Constitution started to heal him. He already started feeling his originally weak arm again.
From the moment he straightened his arm, it did not take much time to recover.
Zhou Feng's expression was the same.
It was exactly the same as before the battle.
This was not to say that Zhou Feng did not feel pain, but that he was already used to it. He had been relying on this crazy fighting style back in the Tri-Gu Sect,.
Up until now, although he felt the pain in his body, it did not affect his peace of mind.
This was a very strange state.
Every time he entered a battle, he would be in this strange state.
A strange color appeared on everyone's faces.
Could it be that Zhou Feng wanted to kill Wang Jin?
But why? How could Zhou Feng do this?
What he displayed was already clearly seen by everyone.
It was true that he was a mere vagabond cultivator whose foundation wasn't solid!
Moreover, he was in the Soul Altar realm and didn't have any visualization techniques.
Yet, he had displayed such monstrous strength.
To suppress a Purple Mansion cultivator with Soul Altar strength, this was something that only an extremely small number of monstrous geniuses could do.
What exactly did Zhou Feng have?
'Damn it! Why is his strength so great!?'
Wang Jin's face was pale, and his right hand was slightly lowered. He had been careless with that attack just now.
However, it would be impossible to defeat him if it was only at this level.
"Battle Spirit Possession!"
A dense murderous aura rose once more, and Wang Jin's gaze instantly changed.
Wang Jin's eyes revealed a lot of emotions before, but they were so cold now they didn't betray the slightest emotional fluctuations.
"Oh? This is the real battle spirit possession? It seems that the Wang Clan's old ancestor should have surpassed the Avatar realm!"
"Now it is the old ancestor of the Wang Clan who controls Wang Jin's body!"
"I wonder how this young Soul Altar friend will deal with it."
"He's decisive!"
"…"
At that moment, many spectators saw through Wang Jin's condition at a glance.
He had completely given up on his consciousness and allowed the battle soul to control his own body.
This meant that Zhou Feng was going to fight an old monster whose strength surpassed that of the Divine Ability realm.
Of course, it was going to be a battle with the shadow of this old monster.
After all, it was an extremely dangerous thing to let the battle soul completely control one's own body.
This was because it was very easy to make one's mind go crazy, and it could even affect one's soul. The Wang Clan would not use this move unless it were absolutely necessary.
However, Wang Jin did not want to drag this on any longer. He only wanted to kill the monster in front of him as soon as possible.
This was the only way to preserve the Wang Clan's reputation.
Even if he defeated Zhou Feng, this would be shameful enough if this dragged on.
Moreover, this person in front of him was evil. It would be better to directly invite the ancestor to take over and solve this troublesome matter.
As for the consequences? Zhou Feng was already so reckless when he fought.
Could it be that he, Wang Jin, was the kind of person who cherished his own life?
'You dare to play with me! I'll play with you to the end!'
With this thought in mind, Wang Jin didn't say a word and burned the most fundamental bloodline in his body.
Wang Jin, possessed by the old monster, lowered his gaze slightly and didn't say a word.
He took a big step forward!
His vision blurred, and he arrived in front of Zhou Feng. His two fingers formed into sword fingers and replaced the long spear with sword fingers. He just stabbed forward.
Zhou Feng only felt the skin all over his body prickling.
'Danger!'
His Battle Instinct warned him crazily that he couldn't dodge this move!
'Can't dodge? If I can't dodge, then I won't dodge!'
A hint of lust flashed across Zhou Feng's face. He moved his body forward and used a single hand to raise the sky!
That finger was like a real spearhead. Instantly, a hole appeared on Zhou Feng's left shoulder.
Fortunately, he managed to dodge in time, or else there would have been a hole in his chest.
However, Wang Jin was no better. Zhou Feng had punched his head.
Wang Jin did not make a single sound. Instead, he continued to attack with extreme calmness.
That kind of battle instinct was already engraved in his bloodline.
Unlike Wang Jin's powerful attack, the possessed Wang Jin did not make a single sound in his every move.
His every move did not have the slightest bit of smoke and fire. The extremely powerful energy was all condensed into one point.
"…"
Zhou Feng also did not say a word. He relied on his extremely powerful senses and his battle instincts to be on the passive side.
He fought with the Wang Clan's old ancestor thousands of years apart.
For a moment, the scene seemed to have become a silent movie. There was almost no sound.
However, the arena became increasingly intense.
Zhou Feng's entire body was almost full of holes. The fresh blood that flowed out had directly converged into a small river.
Wang Jin's entire head had swelled up because Zhou Feng had been staring at Wang Jin's head.
However, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Zhou Feng had always been at a disadvantage.
Zhou Feng's face was getting paler and paler. His aura was so weak that it was almost impossible to feel.
However, his fists were getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.
An invisible power was slowly growing on Zhou Feng's body.
"Is this a phenomenon? How is this possible!?"
"Cultivating the Human Emperor Scripture and then forming a phenomenon in the middle of a battle?"
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
"…"
When they sensed that an aura was growing on Zhou Feng's body, the people who had been extremely calm all this time were dumbfounded.
Everyone present was naturally clear about the cultivation technique that Zhou Feng cultivated.
It could be said that the only admirable thing about Zhou Feng was that he cultivated the Human Emperor Scripture.
Although the Human Emperor Scripture was outdated and the difficulty of cultivating it was extremely high, it was still the cultivation technique of the former Human Emperor.
It was not uncommon to cultivate the Human Emperor Scripture, and it was not uncommon to succeed in cultivating it.
However, cultivating the Human Emperor Scripture and being able to condense a phenomenon was an amazing thing.
A phenomenon condensed from cultivating the Human Emperor Scripture would definitely be a Human Emperor phenomenon.
Once it succeeded, it would be equivalent to the current Human Emperor!
However, there was no longer a need for a Human Emperor in this era.
What let everyone breathe a sigh of relief was that the aura on Zhou Feng's body had stopped, and he no longer had the crazily rising aura from before.
At that moment, Zhou Feng's fists became gold. He waved his fists, leaving behind countless afterimages.
Almost all of the Blood Qi in his body had gathered on his fists.
"Die!"
After fighting for so long, Zhou Feng finally squeezed out a word.
The golden fists landed on Wang Jin's head.
Wang Jin's head was sent flying in an instant and fell onto the arena, rolling a few times.
When Wang Jin's head fell off, he also woke up in an instant and only felt the world spinning.