21: Chapter 21 Today, we sever our ties and break off all ties.

That plaque hung very high.

It was the face of the Qingyun Sect, hanging for three hundred years, and pressing down on the heads of all Utility Disciples for three hundred years.

Ye Feng flipped his wrist.

The wailing of the hundreds of broken sword behind him stopped abruptly. All the metallic essence was compressed to the extreme at this moment, pouring into the broken sword in his hand that was already unable to bear the burden.

Crack.

The broken sword shattered first.

But a jet-black, crescent-shaped Sword Qi had already left his hand.

This Sword Qi was not fast, but it carried a suffocating power of devouring, as if a black trench had been plowed through the space along its path.

Boom!

There was no suspense at all.

That gold-lacquered plaque, symbolizing the supreme glory of the Sect, along with the towering white jade mountain gate below, was as fragile as tofu in front of that black Sword Qi.

Gold dust flew, and rubble shattered the clouds.

The massive archway broke neatly from the middle, crashing to the ground with a roar, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

The face of the Qingyun Sect was shattered.

"Evil spawn! How dare you!"

A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap, scattering the smoke and dust filling the sky.

A terrifying pressure belonging to a Core Formation Great Perfection cultivator came flooding down.

Golden light erupted in the air. A chain as thick as a wrist, engraved with golden runes, arrived through the air. Its speed was so fast that even its afterimage could not be seen, instantly wrapping around Ye Feng's waist and abdomen.

Dragon-Binding Lock.

Sect Master Qingyangzi had made his move.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The chain tightened. The golden runes were like red-hot branding irons, fiercely burning Ye Feng's flesh, and the smell of burning immediately filled the air.

The excruciating pain pierced his heart.

Yet Ye Feng smiled, a sinister smile.

Spiritual power delivered to his doorstep; it would be a waste not to eat it.

He suddenly lowered his head and spat a mouthful of blood onto the golden chain on his chest. That was no ordinary blood; it was the primer containing the power of Chaos devouring.

"Devour for me!"

A beast-like low growl came from the depths of Ye Feng's throat, and the skin on his chest and abdomen instantly turned into a black vortex.

The originally brilliant Dragon-Binding Lock seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. The spiritual runes flowing on it flickered wildly, then dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just the blink of an eye.

That Profound Rank High Grade Spirit Treasure was like a snake drained of its marrow, losing all its spiritual luster and turning into a pile of scrap metal. With a clatter, it slid off Ye Feng's waist and crashed into the pile of rubble.

In mid-air, Sect Master Qingyangzi's pupils constricted sharply.

How is this possible? Can he even devour the artifact spirit of a Magic Treasure?

The secrets on this kid are even more terrifying than imagined!

"This child must not be left alive! All Elders, take orders, form a formation to surround and kill him!"

Mo Yuanshan, in the ruins, although severely injured, was frightened into a state of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by this eerie scene, and shrieked miserably.

Swish, swish, swish!

Seven or eight streams of light shot in from all directions; they were all Inner Sect Elders, each a master of the Divine Sea Realm.

The killing trap was set.

Front, back, left, right—all escape routes were sealed.

Ye Feng did not retreat, nor did he intend to.

The massive spiritual power he had just devoured from the Dragon-Binding Lock was rampaging through his Meridians. If he did not vent it out, he would explode and die.

"Kill!"

The ground beneath Ye Feng's feet exploded. His entire body was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, neither dodging nor evading, crashing directly into an Elder in front of him.

No sword in hand?

I am the sword!

Puchi!

That Elder didn't even see Ye Feng's movement clearly before his protective spiritual shield shattered, and a blood-stained palm pierced directly through his chest.

No stopping, no nonsense.

Using the corpse as cover, Ye Feng took the opportunity to rush out of the gap in the encirclement.

This was a bloody path.

Every inch of progress required the price of flesh and blood.

He took a slash to his back, deep enough to see bone; his left leg was hit by a Palm Thunder, tearing his skin and flesh.

But he was like a machine that couldn't feel pain. The two broken sword phantoms in his eyes spun crazily, and all his injuries were stimulating the ferocity within him.

Closer.

The back mountain cliff was right before his eyes.

That was the Sect's Forbidden Ground. Below was a bottomless abyss, shrouded in mist all year round, where no birds or beasts dared to tread.

"Where are you running!"

Mo Yuanshan chased after him, clutching his wound, followed by several Elders who had turned red-eyed with the intent to kill.

Just at this moment.

From the shadow of a boulder at the edge of the cliff, a black figure flashed out like a ghost.

"Catch!"

The voice was hoarse and extremely fast.

A heavy cloth bag was thrown into the air. Immediately after, the black figure waved both hands repeatedly, and several pitch-black round beads smashed toward the pursuers like a rainstorm.

Thunder-Shock Beads.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—!

Blinding fire and shockwaves instantly engulfed the vision of Mo Yuanshan and the others, and the violent explosions echoed through the valley.

This was his only chance of survival.

Ye Feng snatched the cloth bag from the air, his body pushed to the edge of the cliff by the blast wave.

Rubble rolled beneath his feet; one more step back and he would be smashed to pieces.

But he stood firm.

The gale howled, blowing his blood-stained robe, making it flap loudly.

The smoke cleared, and the disheveled figures of Sect Master Qingyangzi and Mo Yuanshan appeared, no more than ten zhang away from him.

"Ye Feng! Surrender, and I will leave your corpse intact!" Mo Yuanshan gritted his teeth.

Ye Feng looked down at the tattered gray Servant robe on his body.

He had worn this garment for three years.

For these three years, he had lived like a dog.

He brought his fingers together like a blade.

Rip.

The gray cloth fluttered in the wind, revealing the youth's lean but scarred upper body.

Ye Feng raised his head, his gaze crossing over the crowd, fixed firmly on the faces of Sect Master Qingyangzi and Mo Yuanshan.

"Severing the robe today, severing all ties of gratitude and resentment."

His voice was not loud, but the wind carried it into everyone's ears.

"Qingyun Sect, I have noted this debt."

"Wash your necks clean and wait. When I return, it will be the day your Sect is destroyed."

A chilling, sinister smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Ye Feng did not hesitate at all; he turned around and fell backward.

His body instantly lost weight.

The howling wind poured into his eardrums, and the clouds instantly engulfed his eyes, which were filled with killing intent.

At this very moment, he felt the cold air below attacking like a sharp blade; it was not ordinary water vapor, but a supreme cold that could freeze the Soul.

The impact would arrive in three breaths.

Ye Feng closed his eyes. In this moment of life and death, he frantically circulated the almost exhausted spiritual power to protect his heart Meridians.

Survive.

Only by surviving could he return to kill.