30: Chapter 30 Devouring Sword Marrow, I'm Furious Right Now

*Gulp.*

His Adam's apple bobbed as that clump of sword heart marrow, powerful enough to grind metal and stone into powder, was swallowed whole by Ye Feng.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

A madman.

This was a complete and utter madman.

This was the only thought left in everyone's minds, followed immediately by a scalp-tingling horror.

That was a Sword Intent fluid condensed from the essence of Geng-Metal, not some candy.

Forget a mortal body of flesh and blood; even a Pill Furnace forged from Profound Iron would have a hole shredded through it if thrown in.

Ah—

A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, exploded from within Ye Feng's chest.

If the previous Earth Fire Body Tempering was like being skinned alive, then this was like being sliced into a thousand pieces.

The moment that liquid entered his throat, it transformed into countless tiny sharp blades, hacking wildly all the way down his esophagus.

Before the blood could even spray out, it was evaporated by the high temperature.

Ye Feng's muscles spasmed instantly, and countless fine bloody gashes split open across his skin at a visible rate. He looked like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering, as crimson beads of blood scrambled to seep out from his pores, instantly staining his tattered clothes red.

He was trembling.

His teeth ground together with a creaking sound, and even his gums began to bleed.

But his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

He had bet correctly.

Deep within his Dantian, that originally lifeless fragment of a broken blade finally seemed to awaken like a hungry beast upon sensing this violent Geng-Metal Qi, letting out a greedy hum that only Ye Feng could hear.

"Devour it for me!"

Ye Feng roared in his heart, forcibly mobilizing the last sliver of Spiritual Qi in his body to guide that torrent, capable of tearing his internal organs apart, toward his Dantian.

This was practically suicide.

With even the slightest mistake, his Dantian would be the first to explode into powder.

"Hahahaha! You brought this on yourself; you deserve to die!"

Zhou Yuan recovered from his initial shock, and as he watched Ye Feng's miserable state of spraying blood, the fear on his face instantly turned into a twisted ecstasy.

"This kid is dead for sure."

"There's no need to even lift a finger; the violent Sword Qi will blow him to pieces from the inside out."

"Quick! Do it!"

Zhou Yuan pointed at the swaying Ye Feng, his eyes filled with greedy red light. "Don't let him blow up the Storage Pouch on him!"

"There must be other treasures in there!"

"This kid's life belongs to this Young Master, and his things belong to me too!"

Before his voice had even faded, the three black-clad guards who had been protecting Zhou Yuan's side suddenly lunged forward.

These three had steady auras and bulging temples. Holding refined steel sabers, they were clearly experts of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Taking advantage of his weakness to take his life.

Three long sabers accompanied by piercing whistles of breaking air slashed toward Ye Feng's neck, waist, and legs respectively.

In the private booth on the second floor, a white silhouette leaned forward slightly.

Cold Qi condensed at Xiao Yue's fingertips, and an Ice Soul Divine Needle took shape between her fingers.

She didn't like owing favors, even to a madman.

But at the very moment she was about to act, a heart-palpitating surge of energy suddenly erupted from the blood-covered man, forcing her to stop.

"That is..."

Ye Feng suddenly looked up.

His originally pitch-black pupils had now turned into a deathly grayish-white.

The intense pain within his body had vanished.

In its place was an unprecedented sense of fullness and power.

After devouring an entire clump of sword heart marrow, the rust on the surface of the Broken Blade Fragment completely faded away, and a new inch of sharp edge actually grew from the originally jagged blade.

Elementary Chaos Sword, complete.

A grayish wave of Qi swept out from Ye Feng as the center, causing the hard granite floor beneath his feet to crack inch by inch, and countless pieces of rubble floated up against gravity.

*Crack.*

That was the sound of a Realm barrier shattering.

The Bottleneck of the Peak Ninth Level of Qi Gathering was as fragile as window paper before this overbearing and peerless Sword Intent, breaking with a single poke.

Spiritual Qi poured in, and his Sea of Consciousness churned.

Divine Sea Realm, breakthrough!

The long sabers of the three Foundation Establishment guards were less than three inches from Ye Feng's body.

But those three inches became an insurmountable chasm.

Ye Feng's lips moved slightly. He didn't draw his sword, nor did he even touch the flexible sword at his waist.

He simply pressed two fingers together and made a casual swipe at the Void Realm.

This swipe seemed effortless, yet it appeared to slice through space itself.

A three-meter-long gray Sword Glow suddenly appeared out of thin air. There were no flashy visual effects, only pure, extreme speed and sharpness.

A faint sound of tearing silk echoed.

The three guards froze in their hacking postures, the ruthlessness in their eyes not yet faded before a neat red line appeared on each of their necks.

A second later.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Three large heads soared into the sky, and pillars of blood from their severed necks sprayed all over the ground.

The corpses thudded to the ground, and only then did the refined steel sabers in their hands snap into two pieces, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

With one finger, he instantaneously killed three Foundation Establishment experts.

The entire Duobao Pavilion hall felt as if its throat had been seized; it was deathly quiet.

Zhou Yuan, who had been shouting just a moment ago, now looked as if his spine had been removed. His legs gave way, and he slumped directly onto the ground.

Warm blood splattered across his face, and the thick scent of blood made his stomach churn, but what terrified him even more was the youth walking out of the pool of blood.

"You... don't come any closer..."

Zhou Yuan scrambled backward on all fours, losing every bit of his usual arrogant and overbearing manner.

"I am the Young Pavilion Master of Duobao Pavilion!"

"My father is a Nascent Soul powerhouse!"

"If you dare touch me, no one in Great Xia will be able to save you!"

A boot covered in bloodstains stepped heavily onto Zhou Yuan's well-maintained face, stomping his unfinished threat along with half a front tooth back into his stomach.

Ye Feng looked down at the ant beneath his feet. His grayish-white eyes were slowly fading back to black, but the indifference deep within them was more piercing than freezing ice.

"A Nascent Soul powerhouse?"

Ye Feng leaned over and snatched the purple-gold token from Zhou Yuan's waist that symbolized his status—the Duobao Token.

"This thing belongs to me now."

"As for your father... when he comes, let him collect your corpse."

Mmph mmph mmph!

Zhou Yuan struggled desperately, his facial bones creaking under the pressure. The immense fear caused him to break down completely, and he tearfully and unclearly begged for mercy. "Don't kill me... don't kill me... I know a secret... I know a secret of the Great Xia Imperial Family!"

The pressure from Ye Feng's foot loosened slightly.

"If you say one word of nonsense, you'll end up just like those three people."

Zhou Yuan panted heavily, as if grabbing onto his last straw of hope, speaking so fast he almost bit his tongue. "The Earth Vein Fire Pool!"

"In three days... in three days, the Imperial Family will open the Earth Vein Fire Pool for the princes' baptism!"

"It connects to the Earth Core Demonic Flame... it's... it's a Holy Land for Artifact Refining!"

Ye Feng's eyes flickered.

Earth Core Demonic Flame.

Although the broken blade in his body had awakened its edge, the blade body was still damaged. To completely repair it, ordinary mortal fires were useless; only this kind of heaven and earth exotic fire could forge Chaos materials.

It was truly like being handed a pillow just as he was getting sleepy.

Ye Feng toyed with the Duobao Token in his hand, his gaze slowly shifting downward to rest on Zhou Yuan's right hand—the one that had once stepped on the sword heart marrow.

"The information is not bad."

A cruel arc curled at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and his toe shifted bit by bit onto Zhou Yuan's right hand.

"But that doesn't mean you can skip out on the bet from earlier."

"Since you couldn't stomach that stone, then leave something else behind to settle the debt."

"For instance, this finger that was just pointing at me."