Chapter 477: Space-Time Law!

Jiang Feng's words, his voice was not loud.

But Duan Zhang and the Duan Family members who heard the words all fell silent together.

They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter even a single "no".

Duan Zhang's complexion turned iron‑blue, his lips trembled, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Yet he dared not speak.

Duan Ping and several other white‑robed men also bowed their heads, not daring to look into Jiang Feng's eyes.

They originally thought that even though Jiang Feng's strength had already reached Half-step Martial Ancestor, with their knowledge of the Underground Palace they could still force Jiang Feng to yield and hand over the Great Law Martial Ancestor's Heritage.

For this moment, the Duan Family had prepared for a long time.

But Reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Jiang Feng's might had already surpassed the limits of their imagination.

Even though their preparations were extremely thorough, facing Jiang Feng's absolute strength still appeared utterly ridiculous.

Duan Zhang clenched his Fist.

Jiang Feng not only crushed them with his strength, but also had Mastery of that book and controlled the Underground Palace's Seal.

Inside, they had not even a sliver of chance, unless…

But do they really have to resort to that Method?

Watching Duan Zhang and the others fall into silence, Jiang Feng's face showed a hint of Cold Smile.

He was too lazy to waste words with them, turned and headed toward the deep part of the Underground Palace.

According to the book's records, deep within the Underground Palace there are also records concerning the Dragon Clan.

That is an existence older than the Great Law Martial Ancestor, and also his primary purpose for coming to the Underground Palace this time.

Yet after he took a few steps, a voice suddenly came from Back.

"Standing!"

Jiang Feng, hearing the words, halted his Foot, his gaze slightly cold, and slowly turned around.

"How? Young Master Duan still not convinced?"

His voice was very flat, but his eyes already carried a hint of cold.

Duan Zhang Standing there, his complexion shifting unpredictably.

His hand reached into his chest, slowly pulling out a Jade Stone.

Duan Zhang's hand holding the Jade Stone trembled slightly, but his eyes were full of determination.

"Jiang Feng, I don't want to be enemies with you."

"But you are too over the line!"

He paused, raised the Jade Stone in his hand, and his voice rose a few notches.

"This is my master's martial Clone, containing the Martial Ancestor Strongman's lethal strike!"

His eyes turned frantic.

"If you today do not leave the Great Law Martial Ancestor's Heritage, I will make you die without a burial place!"

With those words, Duan Ping and the others' faces instantly filled with Laughter.

They looked at the Jade Stone in Duan Zhang's hand, their eyes full of ecstatic joy.

The Martial Ancestor Strongman's Clone, that is a truly deadly weapon.

Even if Jiang Feng's strength is greater, he is still only a Half-step Martial Ancestor.

Duan Ping rose from the Ground, wiped the blood at the corner of his Mouth, his face bearing a ferocious Laughter.

"Jiang Feng, you're reckless! You keep being reckless!"

"The Martial Ancestor Strongman's Clone is here, yet you still do not kneel and beg for mercy?"

The other several white‑robed men also spoke in succession.

"If you are sensible and hand over that book, Eldest Son in a good mood might still spare you a way of life."

"Kunlun Descendant, what of it? Before a Martial Ancestor, you are no more than ants!"

Duan Zhang said nothing, just stared at Jiang Feng, waiting for his reaction.

In his view, the Martial Ancestor Strongman's lethal strike is not a joke.

Yet Jiang Feng's reaction made everyone freeze.

Jiang Feng didn't even glance at the Jade Stone again.

"If you use it, I guarantee that you will be the one who dies."

"Including the other things in this Underground Palace, I also guarantee that you Duan Family will get nothing!"

With those words, Duan Ping grew even more angry.

He hadn't expected that at this moment, Jiang Feng would still be so arrogant.

"What are you, anyway!"

Duan Ping pointed at Jiang Feng's Nose, shouting profanities.

"Eldest Son has a Martial Ancestor Clone in hand, and you still dare to talk tough! I think you're just fed up with life!"

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think can withstand the Martial Ancestor's lethal strike? Dream on!"

Duan Zhang Standing at Back, did not stop Duan Ping.

He also wanted to see how long Jiang Feng could endure.

Jiang Feng looked at Duan Ping, his eyes showing no emotional fluctuation.

He just quietly stared at Duan Ping, as if looking at a dead person.

Wow!

Jiang Feng finally moved.

He slightly raised his hand and lightly tapped Duan Ping.

But the next moment, an anomaly abruptly arose.

A dim blue light shot out from Jiang Feng's fingertips, moving so fast the naked eye could not see it.

The light instantly vanished into Duan Ping's body.

Duan Ping was stunned for a moment, lowered his head to glance at his chest, and found nothing.

He lifted his head, intending to mock Jiang Feng's bluff.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized he could not speak.

His body began to change.

Starting from his fingertips, his skin quickly became desiccated, as if all moisture had been drawn out.

The withering spread at an astonishing speed; in less than two seconds it covered his entire body.

Duan Ping's eyes bulged, his mouth opened wide, and he tried to shout but no sound came out.

His body began to collapse from within…

Finally, under everyone's shocked gaze, Duan Ping turned into a pile of dry bones.

A heap of white bones scattered on the Ground.

The whole process lasted no more than three seconds.

The Underground Palace was terrifyingly quiet.

Everyone was stunned, as if under the Stasis Technique, motionless.

This visual shock made everyone's scalp tingle and their backs grow cold.

Duan Zhang looked at the pile of dry bones on the Ground, and his body began to tremble.

The other few white‑robed men were even more terrified, collapsing onto the ground, their faces pallid, lips purple, bodies shaking nonstop.

Everyone stared at Jiang Feng with a ghost‑like gaze, their eyes full of fear.

They did not know what method Jiang Feng had used.

All they saw was Jiang Feng's light tap, and Duan Ping turned into a pile of bones.

No wailing, no struggle, no chance of resistance.

So casually, a person was gone.

Duan Zhang finally came to his senses, his voice trembling.

"Ti… the Space‑Time Law…"

He recalled the words written in that book, and remembered the power mastered by the Great Law Martial Ancestor.

The Way of Space‑Time, Defy Heaven.

Control time, control space.

Time can make a person age, or become younger.

Jiang Feng's earlier finger was not a killing of Duan Ping.

It merely accelerated the time on Duan Ping.

It made him traverse decades of years within three seconds.

He went directly from a living person to dry bones.

This method is scarier than murder.

When murdered, one can still resist, can still struggle.

But facing the flow of time, you can do nothing.

Duan Zhang looked at Jiang Feng, the fear in his eyes almost spilling over.

His legs went weak, barely able to stand, he leaned against the nearby stone wall to barely hold himself.

The Jade Stone was still clenched in his hand, but he no longer had the courage to crush it.

Because he knew that even if he crushed the Jade Stone and released the Master's martial Clone, they might still not win.

Jiang Feng had already mastered the Space‑Time Law; even a mere fragment was beyond his ability to handle.

Duan Zhang's hand trembled, the Jade Stone wavered in his palm, ready to fall at any moment.

Jiang Feng looked at him and said lightly.

"Still need to use it?"

His voice was calm, but to Duan Zhang's ears it was more terrifying than any threat.

Duan Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat felt as if something was choking it, and not a single word could emerge.

He shook his head; his movements were stiff as a wooden puppet.

Then, he slowly lowered his hand and tucked the Jade Stone back into his bosom.

His movements were slow and careful, fearing to provoke Jiang Feng's misunderstanding.

The other few white‑robed men, seeing Duan Zhang retrieve the Jade Stone, all breathed a sigh of relief.

They had truly feared that Duan Zhang might impulsively crush the Jade Stone.

If that were the case, even if they could kill Jiang Feng, they might not survive to leave this Underground Palace.

Moreover, Duan Ping's fate lay before them; no one wanted to become the next.

Jiang Feng watched Duan Zhang retrieve the Jade Stone, a faint cold smile curling at his mouth.

He said nothing more, turned and walked toward the depths of the Underground Palace.

This time, no one dared to call out to him.