Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 2055 - 2086: Death by Fate

The voice of half a soul fell, and in the distant sky, there came a hearty yet full of desolation sigh."Why bother? Knowing certain death, why make such a fuss? If it were me, I would definitely make the wisest decision."

A figure with white hair, as he moved, left nothing but destruction in his path.

Wherever this white-haired old man went, death followed.

The cultivation of this white-haired old man was the same as that of the goatee cultivator, both reaching the seventh level of Lord.

In an instant, the two cultivators at the seventh level of Lord inside the hut in the white snowland appeared here.

When these two seventh-level Lord cultivators gathered, the oppressive force of their cultivation exuded a palpable aura that was both astonishing and slightly chilling.

Ye Feng, who was attacking the goatee cultivator, felt a bit more worry and killing intent as he looked at the appearing white-haired old man.

He knew well that this battle would indeed be difficult, and a single mistake could lead to his death here.

These two seventh-level Lord cultivators were the most powerful cultivators he had encountered in his life.

Even compared to those spirit beings descending from the depths of the universe, they were far more powerful.

Of course, those descending spirit beings were merely a thought. If their true selves descended, all living beings in this world would likely perish under that power.

This is almost indisputable.

As Ye Feng glanced at the white-haired old man, the old man looked back at Ye Feng. Within those eyes full of desolation, there was hidden interest and deeply suppressed greed.

"Young boy, I am quite interested in you. If you stand here, I can give you a whole corpse. How about that?" said the white-haired old man indifferently as he looked at Ye Feng.

As soon as these words came out of the old man's mouth, Ye Feng snorted coldly, ignoring him, and continued attacking the retreating goatee cultivator.

At this time, the half soul exchanged a glance with Ye Feng, sidestepping to choose the white-haired old man as his opponent.

Seeing Ye Feng attacking, the goatee cultivator's mouth twitched as he coldly said, "Those guys were useless, but they served a purpose. Your soul has shattered into two parts. If you dare act again, your soul will surely perish. We gave you a chance, yet you refuse it and challenge me. You're truly foolish."

"If you're so confident, why don't you try it? Let's see if you die by my hand or I die by yours?" Ye Feng said coldly.

Today, apart from this battle, he had no choice.

If he did not fight, he would almost certainly die at the hands of the goatee cultivator and the white-haired old man.

If defeated, death was inevitable.

Therefore, no matter what, Ye Feng could only fight today and must exert his full strength. Only this way might he find a trace of survival amidst the life-and-death crisis.

However, whether he could survive this crisis, Ye Feng had no certainty.

But regardless, he had to try.

As long as there was a sliver of possibility to survive, Ye Feng would not give up.

Feeling the determination in Ye Feng's words, the goatee cultivator stopped speaking nonsense. He raised his hand and grabbed, and a ball of black light appeared in his hand.

As soon as this black light appeared, he flung it at Ye Feng.

As soon as it was flung, Ye Feng, approaching head-on, sensed a mortal crisis. Though it seemed slight, he dared not be careless.

Pressing his hand, the Incense Burner flew out from his body, shining with black and white light, bursting with unmatched power.

And the Phoenix, having lost many before, was once again conjured by Ye Feng.

As soon as these two treasures flew from Ye Feng's body, they both swung towards the black light.

Upon contact, the Incense Burner and the Phoenix trembled incessantly.

And the black light, after a tremor, completely dissipated.

As if, this black light had never existed.

While all this unfolded, the white-haired old man standing alongside the half soul also glanced towards Ye Feng.

The killing intent in his eyes was as thick as a tide, and the strong sense of greed was indescribable.

Curiosity about what was hidden and possessed on Ye Feng grew in this moment.

The goatee cultivator narrowed his eyes sharply, a rare divine light appeared on his face, "As expected, for someone who walked out of the Divine Demon Relics. Emerging from the collapse proved your extraordinariness, annihilating dozens of Lord-level cultivators showed your absolute uniqueness."

"But no matter how extraordinary you are, here, there is only one path for you, and that is death."

"Besides death, you have no choice, for this is your destiny, a destined death."

With thunderous tones reverberating here, the goatee cultivator's gaze on Ye Feng changed slightly.

He raised his hand again, this time nothing appeared in the air, but a red flash from his palm brought forth a bead.

As soon as this bead emerged, an overwhelming and extremely thick bloody aura appeared.

This bead was precisely what the goatee cultivator and the white-haired old man had refined in the hut.

As Ye Feng gazed upon this bead, his heart trembled, and his brows furrowed deeply. He sensed an unprecedented aura of resentment and an overwhelming death intent capable of obliterating this world.

His body and mind shivered with cold, and his eyes widened as he looked towards the goatee cultivator.