39: Chapter 39 Demon Blood Paves the Way, Golden Core Awaits

The Purple Lightning Bat Dragon was afraid.

A Vicious Beast's intuition is often sharper than a human's; from this tiny ant, it smelled the aura of a predator that transcended Bloodlines.

It didn't want to fight anymore; it wanted to perish together.

The single horn on its head suddenly cracked with countless fine blood-colored patterns, and the majestic Yao power throughout its body frantically poured back into the Thunder Core deep within its throat.

The Thunder Core, originally the size of a fist, expanded threefold in the blink of an eye, emitting a heart-palpitating, pale light.

The Lightning Elements in the air became extremely violent, and even the gravel on the ground began to float uncontrollably.

"It's going to self-detonate its Yao Core! Retreat! All troops, retreat into the Barbican's underground bunkers!"

On the ruins of a distant pavilion, Su Xiaoxiao's charming face was now deathly pale.

The self-detonation of a Half-step Golden Core Realm Yao King was enough to level half of Black Rock City; forget those refugees, even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator like her would be turned to ash.

Ye Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.

If I let the meat already at my mouth blow up, then my Devouring Sword Body might as well be fed to the dogs.

An afterimage flashed.

Only a torn vacuum zone remained in the air.

In the next instant, Ye Feng was already riding on the Bat Dragon's broad back.

Without the slightest hesitation, his five fingers formed a claw, their tips entwined with black devouring cyclones. Like five red-hot steel hooks, they slammed into the gaps of the Bat Dragon's hard spine.

"Puchi!"

Scales flew, and flesh was mangled.

The Bat Dragon let out a roar of pain and frantically shook its body, trying to shake off the flea on its back, but this flea seemed to have taken root.

"Come out for me!"

Ye Feng growled, veins bulging on his arm, and he yanked back violently.

Accompanied by the tooth-aching sound of breaking bones, a purple-white orb emitting an aura of world-destroying power was forcibly dragged out of the Bat Dragon's throat by him.

The orb was extremely unstable, with lightning arcs crackling on its surface, ready to explode at any moment.

A normal person's reaction would be to throw it far away.

Ye Feng's reaction was to open his mouth and swallow it in one gulp.

"Gulp."

His Adam's apple bobbed.

The entire field was dead silent.

Even Su Xiaoxiao, who was preparing to flee in the distance, froze in place, her red lips slightly parted as if she had seen the most absurd scene in the world.

Swallowing a Yao King's inner core that was about to self-detonate?

Is he worried he won't die fast enough and wants to set off fireworks in his stomach?

"Ugh..."

Ye Feng let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning the color of pig liver.

The violent power of thunder exploded in his stomach, with no time to be converted.

His abdomen bulged at a visible rate into a terrifying lump, looking like he was ten months pregnant or as if a basketball had been stuffed inside him.

Every inch of his skin cracked, and spider-web-like blood patterns instantly covered his face as blood sizzled out.

His internal organs were burning, and his Meridians felt as if they were being frantically pulled by a meat grinder.

But the red light in Ye Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter; it was the madness of a gambler going all-in.

The bold feast while the timid starve.

This energy was too intense; if he didn't vent some of it out, his body would truly explode.

"I'll borrow your life to help me sharpen my sword."

Enduring the agonizing pain of his body being about to explode, Ye Feng used the rampaging thunder power within him to grip the broken sword with both hands and slashed down fiercely at the twitching behemoth beneath him.

There were no sword techniques.

Just a pure venting of power.

"Boom!"

A thousand-meter-long purple Sword Qi swept out.

The massive Bat Dragon didn't even have time to scream before it was sliced cleanly in half from the spine.

The Sword Qi's momentum didn't slow, plowing through the devastated ruins and leaving a bottomless, charred trench on the hard black rock ground, only slowly dissipating at the foot of the city wall.

A downpour of blood rained from the sky.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the Bat Dragon's split corpse, still clutching the severed lightning horn in his hand.

White smoke rose from his body; it was steam produced by his wounds healing and tearing again under high temperatures.

The swelling in his abdomen had subsided somewhat, but it was still terrifying.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze crossing the mess on the ground to look toward the inner city.

Iron Madman's legs gave way, and he knelt in the pile of rubble with a thud.

It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; his legs simply wouldn't obey him.

Behind him, the originally unruly elites of the Northern Pacification Army also knelt down in a heap, not even daring to breathe loudly.

How is this a refugee?

This is clearly an Ancient Fierce Beast in human skin!

Ye Feng ignored these sycophants.

He looked up toward the south, in the direction of the capital.

The surging thunder within his body forced him to find a vent.

"Ah—!!"

A long howl, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's cry.

The sound waves, carrying the yet-to-dissipate thunderous prestige, actually forced apart the dark clouds that had shrouded them for years.

The sound was extremely piercing, as if ignoring the distance of space, even making the protective Formation light screen set up by that old emperor to isolate border news tremble faintly.

This was a demonstration of power.

It was also a declaration of war.

I'm not dead; you lot sitting on dragon thrones and playing at conspiracies, wash your necks and wait.

The sound of footsteps rang out.

Su Xiaoxiao lifted her skirt and walked over, carefully avoiding the pools of blood on the ground.

She looked at the youth before her, who was like a demon god, and a never-before-seen brilliance flashed in her eyes.

She had bet correctly.

This was a blue-chip stock with infinite potential.

"General... General Ye." Su Xiaoxiao swallowed hard and offered a yellowed parchment with both hands. "This is a remnant map of the 'Nine Nether Ancestral Fire' deep within the Great Xia Imperial Mausoleum that I happened to acquire. It's useless to me, so... I might as well gift it to the General."

By chance?

Ye Feng glanced at her but didn't expose her.

This woman was very shrewd; she was making an early investment.

He reached out and took the map, not even glancing at it, and stuffed it directly into his still-bleeding chest.

"Consider it that I owe you a favor."

With that, Ye Feng turned around, pointing the lightning horn in his hand at the kneeling Iron Madman.

Iron Madman trembled all over, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"Lock down the entire city."

Ye Feng's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, every word carrying a bloody scent.

"Within three days, not even a fly is allowed to fly out. Anyone who dares to intrude, whether human or ghost, shall be killed without mercy."

Iron Madman slammed his head against the ground, his voice trembling: "This general... obeys your command!"

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, kicked away a piece of the Bat Dragon's corpse that was in his way, and walked straight toward the mountain of Yao Beast remains.

He had swallowed a half-step Golden Core Yao Core and killed so many Yao Beasts.

The blood energy filling the city was enough.

He was going to shatter his core right here and recast that legendary Supreme Golden Core.