The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 1202 - 1219: The Powerful Saint

"Is your wish just to kill him?" The Saint looked at Carlos indifferently and asked.

"Yes!" Carlos nodded, and as soon as he spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I promise you!" The Saint nodded, and after Carlos heard the promise, his body shattered into pieces, turning into a pool of blood, and completely died. At this moment, the people in the venue looked at the Saint in horror, some of whom rushed out of the venue, fleeing far away, causing chaos to reach its peak.

However, the remaining members of the Light Messenger Group continued to watch from a distance.

Because they knew that if the Saint wanted to kill them, it wouldn’t matter where they ran.

The Saint was considered a legendary Killing God, possessing the strongest tracking methods. Anyone he had seen would have their soul’s aura recorded by him. Once he had seen someone, no matter where they hid on Earth, they would be found and eventually killed by the Saint.

Everyone wanted to see what Ye Feng’s outcome would be. The members of the Light Messenger Group all believed Ye Feng was as good as dead.

Hao Yingying was even more frightened, her face deathly pale. The Saint looked at Ye Feng calmly and saw through Ye Feng’s cultivation level at a glance: "Late Divine Realm..." This was the first person Ye Feng had encountered who could discern his cultivation level at a glance.

Then, the Saint said, "Kill yourself. Don’t trouble me to make a move..."

The Saint’s tone was as if Ye Feng was doomed, not taking Ye Feng seriously at all.

However, Ye Feng remained calm, showing no anxiety: "If you want to fight, then fight. If you have the strength, come kill me yourself..." Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, the Saint found it laughably absurd.

The Saint’s eyes revealed a mocking look: "Boy, do you know that those I kill cannot find peace? Their souls keep repeating at the moment of death, wandering. Are you not afraid?"

The souls killed by the Saint would constantly repeat at the moment of death, without liberation. This had always been a legend in Western circles, but now it proved true, as the legendary figure, the Saint, existed, making the rumors credible.

Ye Feng didn’t care at all, maintaining an expression of ease and calmness as he looked at the Saint: "You can’t kill me..."

"Oh?" Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, the Saint found it extremely amusing, as if hearing the funniest joke: "Boy, even the Light God and Satan have been injured by me, yet you say I can’t kill you?"

Ye Feng replied, "I said, to kill me, your strength isn’t enough, stop spouting nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight!" Ye Feng’s voice clearly echoed in everyone’s ears, and they were all stunned.

This time, they couldn’t believe Ye Feng could create a miracle again. Even Satan had revealed Ye Feng’s true strength, Late Divine Realm, and Satan surpassed the Divine Realm, reaching the True God Realm. How could Ye Feng possibly be Satan’s opponent?

The Saint’s eyes showed disdain, and with an angry roar he said: "Overestimating oneself!"

"Boom!" In an instant, the Saint’s roar changed the color of the sky and ground, space shattered, and his sound waves impacted everyone like a nuclear explosion, causing immense pain to all.

They couldn’t withstand the terrifying aura of the Saint, and one by one they were pushed back.

"Crash~~" Suddenly, the entire Light Arena began to crumble, stones collapsing, and walls caving in. At this moment, Ye Feng took out some formation flags from his Execution God Ring.

"Go!" With a shout, the light shimmered on the formation flag, flying in front of Hao Yingying, directly forming a defensive array that enveloped her. Falling stones kept striking the defensive array, causing loud bangs, but they couldn’t harm Hao Yingying.

In no time, the entire arena was devastated by the terrifying aura of the Saint, reduced to flat ground.

The Light Arena, covering an area of several miles, was wiped off the earth in such a short time, simply due to the Saint’s aura, shocking the members of the Light Messenger Group.

The Saint’s terrifying aura even shattered space, breaking apart a space fragment over a hundred square meters, which only recovered a few breaths after the Saint’s aura withdrew completely.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend the Saint’s power.

One must know, before this, Ye Feng, with a casual strike, left a ten-meter-long crack in space, already astonishing everyone. But now the Saint was even more terrifying, merely using his aura to shatter the space barrier, creating such a large gap.

However, this was all within Ye Feng’s understanding. The space barriers on Earth were not as strong as those in the Heavenly Demon World or the Spirit Martial Continent, not even comparable to those in the Martial Arts World. So, the Saint’s ability to create such a large breach in the space barrier was normal.

The terrifying pressure of the Saint brought immense pressure even on Ye Feng, who almost got blown away.

The Saint looked at Ye Feng coldly and then loudly commanded: "Kneel!"

Accompanying the Saint’s roar, the terrifying pressure descended like a cascading Heavenly Waterfall, crashing down on Ye Feng’s body, forcing his body to sway slightly under the pressure.

The Saint used seventy percent of his pressure to subdue Ye Feng, but Ye Feng still did not fall.

"Oh?" The Saint was shocked. If it were an ordinary late Divine Realm expert, under seventy percent of his pressure, they would’ve knelt long ago, yet Ye Feng was unaffected.

"I said kneel!" The Saint roared, instantly increasing his pressure to the maximum.

The space above Ye Feng’s head appeared to collapse under the pressure, and the ground beneath his feet cracked incessantly. The terrifying suppression caused Ye Feng’s body to sway slightly.

Yet Ye Feng’s eyes remained filled with calm, with not a hint of tension.

This greatly surprised the Saint.