Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

Chapter 1291: Chapter 1289: Eight Desolate God Fist

Xiao Yifeng wandered aimlessly through this place, occasionally coming across piles of white bones and some dried remains. Scattered all around were damaged sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. Xiao Yifeng sensed that all of these weapons contained incredibly powerful energy.

As he walked on, Xiao Yifeng suddenly discovered a mountain valley. Just as he was debating whether to venture inside, Little Xiuxiu excitedly bolted toward the valley. Xiao Yifeng had no choice but to follow.

However, as Xiao Yifeng entered the valley, a chill immediately ran down his spine. The valley was teeming with a dense, massive swarm of resentment spirits. The air was thick with terrifying resentment energy, hostility, and Evil Qi, completely saturating the valley.

At that moment, Little Xiuxiu stood in the middle of the valley, its body swelling to tens of times its normal size, emanating a blood-red light. Opening its enormous maw, it unleashed a dreadful devouring force, swallowing all the resentment spirits into its body.

Within a minute, the thousands upon thousands of resentment spirits that had filled the valley were completely devoured by Little Xiuxiu.

Now, a terrifying aura hung over Little Xiuxiu. Its body reverted to its original size before running to a spot and promptly falling asleep, evidently digesting the energy it had absorbed from the spirits.

With the resentment spirits gone, Xiao Yifeng’s gaze fell upon a stele standing in the center of the valley, radiating an aura of eternal ancient desolation.

Unbeknownst to himself, Xiao Yifeng felt irresistibly drawn to the stele and walked toward it.

Standing before the stele, Xiao Yifeng sensed a horrifying battle intent emanating from it—a force that had not dissipated over countless ages.

The stele was entirely black, covered in strange, intricate patterns. Its top, however, was slanted and exceptionally smooth, as if someone had cut it with a sword, leaving only half of the stele intact.

Mesmerized by the stele, Xiao Yifeng reached out and touched it.

Whoosh!

As soon as Xiao Yifeng’s hand made contact with the stele, his face contorted in shock—the stele was absorbing the blood from his body!

Xiao Yifeng tried to yank his hand away, but it was impossible; his palm seemed glued to the stele. Blood flowed relentlessly from his veins into the stele, and his face quickly turned pale.

”Seriously? Am I going to be sucked dry like a mummy?”

Xiao Yifeng’s expression was one of utter helplessness, tinged with despair.

Just as Xiao Yifeng felt like all the blood in his body might be drained, the stele abruptly ceased its devouring.

Boom!

Suddenly, the stele erupted with brilliant light, engulfing Xiao Yifeng in its radiance.

Due to significant blood loss, Xiao Yifeng entered a semi-conscious, dazed state. Soon, he began hearing booming sounds, battle cries, and furious shouts ringing in his ears.

Instantly, Xiao Yifeng snapped back to clarity. When he glanced around, he was stunned.

Before his eyes, countless strong ones were standing in the void, wielding powerful weapons engaged in an overwhelmingly fierce battle.

The combatants were split into two factions: one consisted of ordinary humans, while the other wore black armor. Though humanoid in appearance, they didn’t quite look human but emitted a fearsome and sinister aura.

The two sides were battling ferociously, their eyes burning with murderous intent as though seeking to annihilate each other completely.

The terrifying energies unleashed seemed capable of obliterating the void itself. Every strike was enough to instill dread, leaving Xiao Yifeng slack-jawed as he realized that even the residual energy from these attacks could obliterate him entirely.

The horrifyingly powerful techniques on display left Xiao Yifeng awestruck. Corpses continuously fell to the ground, and some individuals were annihilated so thoroughly that nothing was left behind.

Boom!

At that moment, a deafening boom echoed through the air. In an instant, a colossal stele, towering over a hundred meters high, descended like a meteor from the heavens, crashing directly into the center of the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, a vast group of black-armored beings was completely obliterated, with not even their bodies remaining. The stele’s terrifying shockwaves spread outward, blasting away those black-armored figures scattered around it and leaving them severely injured.

Next, Xiao Yifeng saw a figure standing atop the stele. It was a man with long hair, dressed in flowing white robes. His features were handsome yet resolute, his gaze razor-sharp, and his body emanated a dreadful aura.

This man in white seemed to be addressing the group, but Xiao Yifeng could not make out his words. Then the man rose into the void.

He commanded the massive stele, launching a massacre against the group in black armor. In mere moments, thousands upon thousands of these strange beings were wiped out, their souls utterly shattered—a sight that sent chills down the spine.

Xiao Yifeng was completely captivated by the scene.

Boom!

Just as the white-robed man wielded the terrifying stele to carry out his slaughter, an awe-inspiring sword light, radiating brilliance like a celestial rainbow, descended from the sky.

It struck the giant stele with tremendous force, splitting the hundred-meter-high monolith in two. The white-robed man spat out a mouthful of blood, half-kneeling on the ground. Immediately afterward, a figure clad in black descended from the heavens.

As Xiao Yifeng tried to get a clearer look at the black-clothed figure, the vision before him abruptly vanished, and his consciousness returned.

Now, a flood of information inundated Xiao Yifeng’s mind. As he processed and organized this information, he found himself in possession of a powerful martial technique, one that had been passed down since ancient times.

Eight Desolate God Fist!

The extraordinary martial technique Xiao Yifeng acquired was none other than the Eight Desolate God Fist, comprised of eight distinct strikes. Upon mastering the eighth strike, a single punch could stir Heaven and Earth into desolation and obliterate countless gods!

This technique far surpassed any cultivation techniques or martial skills Xiao Yifeng had previously encountered. Without delay, he sat cross-legged on the ground, immersing himself in understanding and training for the Eight Desolate God Fist, unaware of the passing time.

Meanwhile, the stele’s grooves began to glow, emitting light that enveloped Xiao Yifeng. Ancient energy flowed from the stele into his body, cleansing his physical form, transforming his meridians, and initiating a new phase of evolution for his physique.

As Xiao Yifeng delved into comprehending and cultivating the Eight Desolate God Fist, the night passed, and dawn broke. When Lin Feeng awoke and called out for Brother Little Feeng, she realized she could not find Xiao Yifeng anywhere. Panic set in as she hurried outside to search but found no trace of him.

”Could Brother Little Feeng have left?”

Lin Feeng muttered to herself, her expression darkening and her gaze flickering with unease.