35: Chapter 35 The whole city is an enemy, a sword points westward.

An extremely subtle vibration of a bowstring was masked by the sound of the wind.

It was a specially made 'Armor-Piercing Arrow'.

Ye Feng's scalp prickled with goosebumps as his body instinctively shifted half an inch to the right.

"Pfft!"

A pure steel crossbow bolt, as thick as a thumb, instantly pierced through the position where his heart had been. Its momentum unabated, it nailed itself deep into the century-old black pine behind him.

The tail of the arrow was still vibrating violently, emitting a buzzing hum.

Before Ye Feng could even steady his footing...

"Buzz—"

A suffocating pressure descended from the sky.

The air seemed to turn into viscous mercury; every breath felt like his lungs were pulling a heavy bellows.

The circulation of the Sword Qi in his body instantly became incredibly sluggish. The spiritual power that had been surging like a river now felt like a frozen stream, flowing only in fits and starts.

Airspace suppression and spirit restriction?

No, it was demonic pressure.

Ye Feng struggled to lift his head.

The dense forest ahead had been neatly leveled. Five hundred heavy armored cavalry moved across the grass like a silent black torrent.

They didn't make a single unnecessary sound, save for the crisp crunch of hooves crushing dry bones.

At their head was a man riding a unicorn warhorse covered in scales, holding high a bone that emitted a faint white light.

The bone was about three feet long, with dark red patterns flowing over it. With every flicker, the surrounding space solidified further.

The bone of a Mystic Eagle, an Ascension stage Great Demon.

"To be able to avoid vital points under a 'Gravity Field,' you little Ye Family bastard really do have some tricks."

The young man on horseback looked down at Ye Feng with a cruel smile hanging on his lips.

He wore dark gold soft armor, and his face was seventy percent similar to Lu Zhen's, though the murderous Aura between his brows was even heavier.

The eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, Lu Feihu.

"Will you kneel on your own, or shall I shatter your leg bones inch by inch?" Lu Feihu casually hung the Mystic Eagle Bone by his saddle and drew a thick-backed mountain-cleaving saber, pointing the blade at Ye Feng's nose.

Ye Feng didn't speak; he just stared fixedly at that bone.

The Chaos Devouring Sword Body within him was craving it.

It wasn't fear; it was the greed of a hungry ghost seeing a royal banquet.

"Not talking? Then die."

Lu Feihu waved his hand.

Three more mechanical cracks rang out.

At this distance, coupled with the gravity suppression, it was impossible to dodge.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Three crossbow bolts pierced through Ye Feng's left shoulder, right leg, and lower abdomen respectively.

The massive impact sent his body flying backward, slamming him hard against the withered tree behind him that was thick enough to require three men to encircle it.

The arrowheads emerged through the wood, pinning him firmly to the trunk.

Blood dripped down his pant legs, staining the rotting leaves beneath his feet red.

"This is the so-called Sword Dao Genius?" Lu Feihu sneered and dismounted.

Carrying his saber, he walked up to Ye Feng as if admiring prey, reaching out to pat Ye Feng's pale cheek. "I heard you awakened Natural Sword Veins on your back? Tsk tsk, that's good stuff. Peeling it off and turning it into an array map would be worth at least a hundred thousand Spirit Stones."

The greed in Lu Feihu's eyes was undisguised. The tip of his blade pressed against the skin at Ye Feng's collarbone, preparing to slice down along the grain.

He was too close.

The moment the blade tip pierced the skin.

Ye Feng, who had been hanging his head and appeared at death's door, suddenly snapped his eyes open.

In those eyes, there wasn't a trace of weakness, only a beast-like madness.

"Snap!"

Instead of retreating, Ye Feng lunged forward, completely ignoring the crossbow bolts pinned through him.

The barbs of the bolts tore through muscle and bone, making a tooth-aching grinding sound, but he acted as if he couldn't feel the pain. He slammed into Lu Feihu's chest like a cannonball.

"Are you crazy?!"

Lu Feihu was shocked, and his Protective Aura instantly erupted.

But he didn't expect that Ye Feng's target wasn't him at all.

Ye Feng opened his mouth, his teeth covered in blood, and bit down hard on the Mystic Eagle Bone hanging by the saddle that was emitting the terrifying pressure.

"Crunch!"

Under the devouring instinct of the Chaos Sword Body, the demon bone, which was as hard as iron, was actually bitten through like a crisp cracker.

"Devour... for me!"

A low growl escaped Ye Feng's throat.

A violent surge of demonic power exploded down his throat.

It wasn't gentle Spiritual Qi; it was the resentment and essence condensed by an Ascension stage Great Demon before its death, filled with tyranny and destruction.

An ordinary person would have exploded and died long ago.

But Ye Feng's body was like a bottomless black hole.

The previously suppressed Sword Qi instantly boiled over, violently clashing and fusing with this demonic power.

"Aaaaaah!"

The intense pain forced Ye Feng to scream toward the sky.

His back bulged high, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

The expected fear of being skinned and deboned didn't appear; instead, it was replaced by a tearing sensation of new life.

"Squelch—"

Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, two grey beams of light forced their way through the skin on his back.

Those weren't feathers.

They were two 'Sword Wings' condensed entirely from materialized Chaos Sword Qi.

Every 'feather' was a strand of razor-sharp Sword Intent compressed to the limit, its edges shimmering with a heart-stopping cold light.

The power of the Mystic Eagle Bone was completely refined.

Sword Qi transformed into wings!

"What the Hell is that!" Lu Feihu only felt a terrifying suction force coming from his embrace. That priceless Mystic Eagle Bone was actually weathering into ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without the suppression of the demon bone, Ye Feng's Aura instantly surged.

Third level of the Divine Sea Realm.

Fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm!

"Is this the trump card you're so proud of?"

Ye Feng slowly raised his head. With blood all over his mouth and the pair of grey Sword Wings still dripping blood behind him, he looked like a Shura crawling out of Hell.

"Now, it's my turn."

Ye Feng's wings flapped violently.

"Swish!"

Within a hundred-meter radius, the air seemed to be sucked dry.

The two Sword Wings instantly expanded to thirty feet long. As Ye Feng's body rotated, they turned into a grey tornado of death.

There were no screams.

Because it was too fast.

The cavalrymen preparing to charge, along with their warhorses, were like tofu hitting a meat grinder the moment they touched the grey storm.

Indestructible heavy armor shattered like paper.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Countless severed limbs flew into the sky, only to be ground into a mist of blood by the violent Sword Qi in the next second.

After a single breath.

The storm ceased.

The once lush forest had now become a slaughterhouse.

Five hundred elite cavalrymen, not a single survivor.

All trees, rocks, and corpses were neatly sliced into fragments, covering the ground.

Only one person was still alive.

Lu Feihu sat blankly in a pool of blood.

His arms were gone, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

Only now did the delayed, agonizing pain pierce into his brain.

"Ah! My hands! My hands!"

Lu Feihu kicked his legs in terror, trying to retreat, only to find a pile of minced meat behind him that could have been horse or man.

A blood-stained boot stepped onto his chest.

"Crunch."

The sound of his sternum shattering brought Lu Feihu's scream to an abrupt halt.

Ye Feng looked down at him, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant.

He reached into Lu Feihu's robes and pulled out a blood-soaked parchment scroll.

It was a military order.

It bore the seal of the Marquis of Zhenbei, and the content was simple, with only one line of text:

"The Ye Family is guilty of possessing a treasure. Leave no chickens or dogs alive; pull them up by the roots."

The date of signing was exactly three years ago.

Ye Feng's fingers lightly stroked the cold seal, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

He had finally found it.

It wasn't a bandit raid, nor was it a vendetta from an old enemy.

It was this group of high-and-mighty nobles who, in order to seize the mysterious iron fragment in his father's hands, had casually erased the existence of a Family.

"Don't... don't kill me..." Lu Feihu looked at Ye Feng's emotionless eyes. His crotch instantly became wet, and tears and snot flowed freely. "I am the Heir of the Marquis of Zhenbei. If you kill me, my father will tear you into ten thousand pieces..."

"Your father?"

A bloodthirsty arc curved at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

He casually tucked the military order into his robes and picked up Lu Feihu's broken body with one hand, like carrying a dead chicken.

The pair of massive grey Sword Wings on his back flapped slowly, stirring up a bloody wind.

Ye Feng looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of forest to lock onto the Marquis's Mansion in the north of the capital—the magnificent estate that was shrouded in auspicious clouds year-round.

"Just as well, it saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

"Since he wants to see you so much, I'll take you back."

"A Family should be together, neat and tidy."