19: Chapter 19 Primordial Sword Intent, Indestructible.

"Since you've brought your face forward, I won't stand on ceremony."

Facing the giant claw of Spiritual Qi capable of crushing a skull, Ye Feng neither dodged nor raised his sword to block.

He was doing the math.

The Protective Aura of a half-step Divine Sea Realm expert was too thick. With his current Body Refining cultivation and a rusty broken sword, his chances of winning a direct confrontation were zero.

If he wanted to win, he had to put his life on the gambling table.

A fierce glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He stomped his left foot against the ground, his body moving forward instead of retreating, actively slamming his left shoulder into that withered, sharp claw.

Crack.

The tooth-aching sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Ye Feng's left shoulder collapsed instantly; his entire shoulder blade was crushed to pieces by this claw from Mo Yuanshan.

Intense pain surged like a tide, but Ye Feng didn't even frown. Instead, he utilized this terrifying impact force to surge forward, the rusty broken sword in his right hand striking like a viper's tongue, sliding along Mo Yuanshan's forearm.

Primordial Sword Intent, unbreakable.

Puchi!

The sound of tearing fabric rang out.

The confident, grim smile on Mo Yuanshan's face froze; his Protective Aura was sliced open as if it were made of paper.

He recoiled as if electrocuted, retreating violently, staring at his right wrist in disbelief.

There was a deep laceration there that reached the bone. The wound didn't bleed bright red; instead, foul-smelling black blood flowed out.

"This rusty iron… can break through my defense?"

Mo Yuanshan's eyelid twitched wildly. He was a man who cherished his life, and the stinging pain from his wrist made him instantly lose his composure.

To be injured by a Servant, no better than an ant, was a supreme humiliation.

"Kneel for me!"

Mo Yuanshan let out a sharp whistle, no longer holding back the terrifying pressure belonging to a half-step Divine Sea Realm expert, which transformed into an invisible, heavy hammer, slamming down toward the center of the arena.

The bluestone slabs beneath Ye Feng's feet cracked inch by inch.

The immense pressure caused Ye Feng's knees to buckle violently, his entire skeleton creaking as if it would fall apart in the next second.

"That word does not exist in my dictionary."

Ye Feng gritted his teeth tightly, his mouth filled with the taste of rust. Just as his knees were about to touch the ground, his feet dug into the pile of rubble like tree roots.

This was the martial arts arena; to prevent Disciples from destroying the venue during sparring, defensive Formations were buried underground.

Since it was a Formation, it meant Spiritual Qi.

As long as it was Spiritual Qi, it was his nourishment.

"Devouring Sword Body, activate!"

Ye Feng roared internally, and two invisible black vortices emerged from his feet.

The light of the arena's defensive Formation, which had been shimmering faintly, dimmed instantly.

A vast and chaotic stream of ley line Spiritual Qi surged frantically into Ye Feng's body through his Yongquan acupoints.

This was not gentle absorption; this was violent plunder.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The violent Spiritual Qi instantly tore through several of Ye Feng's Meridians, causing countless fine bloody lacerations to burst open on his skin, turning him into a bloody mess in an instant.

Pain, heart-piercing pain.

But the sense of power also reached its peak at this moment.

Ye Feng raised his head abruptly, his face covered in blood. The normal human pupils in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by two tiny, frantically spinning broken swords.

Mo Yuanshan felt his scalp tingle as he was stared at by those eyes.

This kid is a madman!

If he isn't killed now, he will be an endless source of trouble!

Mo Yuanshan no longer cared about his status. He flipped his left hand, and a black bronze bell the size of a palm appeared out of thin air.

Lifebound Treasure, Profound Yin Bell.

"Die!"

Dang—!

Mo Yuanshan flicked his finger.

The dull and chilling bell toll transformed into a visible circle of black ripples, sweeping across the entire martial arts arena in a fan shape.

"Ah! My ears!"

"Help!"

Around the arena, dozens of nearby Outer Sect Disciples instantly clutched their ears and rolled on the ground, blood streaming from between their fingers. Some were even knocked unconscious by the vibration.

Ye Feng, who was at the center of the sound wave, bore the brunt of it.

Before the sound wave arrived, the stinging sensation that threatened to tear his eardrums had already penetrated his brain.

He couldn't dodge it.

Then he would crush it.

The sword shadows in Ye Feng's eyes flared brightly. His blood-covered right hand formed a claw and grabbed fiercely at the overwhelming black sound wave.

This was not a physical attack, but in front of the Chaos Devouring Sword Body, everything was energy.

The expanding sound wave ripples, the moment they touched Ye Feng's palm, strangely twisted and collapsed.

It was as if a piece of cloth had been forcibly dragged into a meat grinder.

"Condense for me!"

Ye Feng roared, his five fingers suddenly closing together.

The sound wave energy, capable of shattering rock, was actually kneaded together by him, compressed in his palm into a three-inch-long, nearly transparent vibrating long nail.

How is this possible?!

Mo Yuanshan's eyes were about to pop out. Grabbing sound waves with bare hands? What kind of demonic art is this?

Before he could react, Ye Feng flicked his wrist.

The long nail, entirely condensed from high-frequency sound waves, traced a distorted, transparent trajectory in the air, emitting a sharp sonic boom.

It was fast as lightning, even surpassing the speed of sound itself.

At this moment, Mo Yuanshan was standing at the edge of the high platform; his old strength had been exhausted, and new strength had yet to arise.

A muffled sound rang out.

His Protective Aura failed again. The transparent long nail pierced through Mo Yuanshan's right shoulder blade without any resistance, carrying immense momentum and dragging his body backward.

A loud crash.

The arrogant Grand Elder was pinned to the purple sandalwood Grandmaster's chair on the high platform—a symbol of power—by that still-vibrating sound wave nail, looking just like a specimen pinned down by a hunter.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

Only the dripping sound of blood from the wound on Mo Yuanshan's right shoulder falling onto the chair was clearly audible.

And on that Grandmaster's chair, Mo Yuanshan's face, which had originally been high and mighty, began to twist into a hideous expression due to the intense pain and extreme humiliation.