15: Chapter 15 This sword will nail you to the pillar of shame.

Crack.

A crisp sound, as piercing as tearing silk.

That protective jade pendant, which claimed to be able to withstand a full-strength blow from a Qi Refining ninth-level cultivator, was as fragile as a damp cracker under Ye Feng's punch.

The protective light barrier did not even have a chance to flicker or struggle before it instantly shattered into countless specks of light.

Shen Lang did not even have time to cry out before his chest took a solid, heavy blow, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming fiercely against a stone pillar at the edge of the Life and Death Arena.

"Cough... Pfft!"

Shen Lang opened his mouth and spat out a stream of black blood mixed with organ fragments. He could no longer hold onto the Profound Rank precious sword in his hand, and it flew out of his grasp.

Want to run?

Ye Feng exerted force under his feet, his figure darting out like a cheetah. His left hand lunged in mid-air, precisely clamping onto the hilt.

The blade was still trembling violently; it was the weapon's instinct to protect its master, resisting him.

"You dare call yourself a sword?"

Ye Feng let out a cold snort, pressed his two fingers together, and wiped them fiercely along the blade.

Sizzle—

The Chaos Devouring Sword Qi was like an overbearing strong acid, instantly erasing the Divine Sense imprint belonging to Shen Lang from the sword.

The long sword let out a shrill, mournful cry. The spiritual light that had been circulating on it dimmed instantly, turning it into something no better than ordinary iron.

"Ah! My life-bound imprint!"

In the distance, Shen Lang, who had just propped up half his body, let out another miserable scream. The backlash from his Divine Sense caused blood to flow from his seven orifices, and the resentment in his eyes turned into bottomless fear.

This was not a match.

This was a slaughter.

"Elder Liu! Save me! I am the only seedling of the Shen Family; I cannot die!"

Shen Lang could no longer care about his dignity. Dragging his broken leg, he clawed frantically with both hands at the rubble-covered arena surface, scrambling desperately toward the high platform, not even noticing that his fingernails had been torn off.

On the high platform, Elder Liu Qingfeng's old face was so gloomy that it looked as if water could drip from it.

Publicly interfering in a life-and-death duel during the Outer Sect Tournament was a major taboo, but the Shen Family had offered too much.

The fingers under his sleeve curled slightly, and a "bone-piercing nail" with a faint blue luster had already slid to his fingertips.

As long as Ye Feng dared to step forward to deliver the final blow, this poisonous needle would silently drill into the back of his head.

Ye Feng was currently striding forward, holding the broken sword, when a chill suddenly shot up his spine.

It was an instinct honed from years of struggling on the edge of life and death.

There was Killing Intent.

Just as Elder Liu Qingfeng was about to flick his finger.

"Cough—ptui!"

Elder Mo, the guardian of the pavilion who had been dozing in the corner, suddenly began to cough violently. A glob of thick phlegm, as if he had lost control of his strength, flew out like an arrow leaving a bow. With a "slap," it landed precisely on the acupuncture point between Elder Liu Qingfeng's thumb and index finger.

Elder Liu Qingfeng's palm jerked violently, and the hidden force he had just gathered dispersed completely in an instant, leaving his entire arm so numb he could not lift it.

"Oh, I am getting old, getting old. There is always something stuck in my throat." Elder Mo wiped his mouth slowly without even lifting his eyelids.

Coincidence?

Ye Feng swept his peripheral vision across the scene and sneered inwardly.

Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, there was only one chance.

He did not hesitate any longer and hurled the broken sword, which had already lost its spiritual essence, with all his might.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

The broken sword, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, precisely pierced through Shen Lang's right shoulder blade. The immense momentum carried his body flying backward, and finally, with a "thud," it nailed him firmly against the granite pillar, which was thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around.

"Ahhh!!!" A pig-slaughtering scream echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.

Shen Lang was like an insect made into a specimen, his limbs hanging in the air, struggling violently. Every twist brought even more intense, tearing pain.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Ye Feng walked to the stone pillar expressionlessly, ignoring Shen Lang's pleading eyes, and reached into his chest, which was already soaked in blood.

His fingertips touched a scalding hard object.

He took it out and saw it was a crimson crystal, inside of which seemed to be a flickering flame sealed away.

earth fire sword core.

Shen Lang was able to cultivate the Blazing Rain in such a short time because of the fire source provided by this thing.

"This is the capital you used to cheat?"

Ye Feng played with the scalding sword core, a mocking curl at the corner of his mouth. "Now, it belongs to me."

"Give... give it back to me... that was lent to me by my Family..." Shen Lang's voice was weak, and he was still trying to reach out to grab it.

"Lent? Once it is in my hands, even the King of Hell cannot take it back."

Ye Feng tucked the sword core into his chest, then his gaze slowly moved down, landing on Shen Lang's lower abdomen. That was where the Dantian and Qi Sea were located.

"Since you lost, you must pay the price. You wanted to cripple my limbs just now; I am a fair person, I only want your cultivation."

Before the words had even faded, Ye Feng raised his leg and stomped down fiercely.

It was like a ripe watermelon being stomped until it exploded.

Shen Lang's eyes bulged, and even his scream was stuck in his throat. His body twitched violently, then went completely limp.

Dantian shattered, Meridians broken.

From this day on, the Outer Sect's number one Genius, Shen Lang, was completely reduced to a cripple.

"Ahhh!" In the crowd below the stage, Su Man, who had still been holding onto a glimmer of hope, saw this scene and let out a piercing scream. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright.

Elder Liu Qingfeng on the high platform was trembling with rage, his beard practically standing on end, but if he were to make a move now, it would be an open provocation against the Sect's iron laws.

"This battle... Ye Feng wins." Elder Liu Qingfeng squeezed these words out from between his teeth.

Ye Feng turned around and casually pulled out the broken sword nailed into Shen Lang's shoulder. Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, clearly audible in the deathly silent martial arts arena.

He raised the broken sword, pointing it directly at the Outer Sect elites on the viewing platform who were usually high and mighty, his gaze like a knife, slowly sweeping across the entire crowd.

"From now on, I have the final say in the Outer Sect."

"Whoever is not convinced, come up to the stage and die!"

Arrogant.

Overbearing.

But among the hundreds of Disciples present, not a single one dared to meet his gaze; they all lowered their heads one after another.

Ye Feng casually threw away the broken sword and, amidst the fearful gazes of the masses, strode toward the exit.

Not until he was out of the crowd's sight and had turned into a deserted path did Ye Feng suddenly stop, his right hand pressing tightly against the "earth fire sword core" on his chest.

The hunger he had forcefully suppressed just a moment ago now surged back like a tidal wave.

The Chaos Devouring Sword Body within his body seemed to have sensed such a top-grade delicacy, and it actually emitted a roar of desire that only he could hear.

"Do not be impatient..."

Ye Feng looked at the crystal in his palm that was emitting a terrifying high temperature. Although this thing was a great supplement, the fire poison contained within it could burn a person to ashes.

A normal person would need to consume it in conjunction with an Ice Heart Pill to slowly refine it.

But he could not wait.