45: Chapter 45 Divine Sense Descends, One Sword Cuts Off Your Dog Claws!

"Die!"

A sharp, explosive whistling sound tore through the air.

On Eunuch Zhao's skinless, mangled face, where was there even a hint of the panic from moments ago?

There was only the hideous, savage pleasure of a scheme succeeding.

The nine bone nails did not fly in a straight line; instead, they traced eerie arcs in mid-air, sealing off all of Ye Feng's evasion space—up, down, left, and right.

Purple light swirled around the nails, and a sickeningly sweet, metallic scent instantly filled the air.

It was the Origin Thunder Poison of the Thunder-Winged Bat Dragon.

This old eunuch dog had actually collected the toxic waste excreted by that Demon King to refine into a weapon.

"Playing with poison?"

Barely half a cup of tea's time ago, Ye Feng had swallowed the very ancestor of that poison source whole; this little bit of scrap was nothing to him.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, sweeping out the broken sword he had scavenged from some corpse.

There were no fancy sword techniques, only a speed that was pure to the extreme.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of dense, explosive bangs erupted within the grotto.

The moment the broken sword collided with the bone nails, the Chaos True Qi attached to the blade directly detonated the Thunder Poison.

Purple poisonous fire bloomed like fireworks, instantly corroding the ground within a hundred-meter radius into scorched earth.

Rocks emitted black smoke as they turned into pus, and even the air crackled from the heat.

Eunuch Zhao's pupils constricted sharply.

How could this little beast's Sword Qi be so resilient?

Even the Thunder Poison of a defiled Magic Treasure couldn't erode his Protective Aura?

"Since you seek death, I shall grant it!"

Eunuch Zhao suddenly let out a shrill, piercing shriek and violently bit the tip of his tongue.

He sprayed a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the unremarkable Azure Jade Pendant on his chest.

The jade pendant shattered instantly, and a vast, ancient, yet suffocatingly oppressive Divine Thought poured down from the Void Realm like a rising tide.

Eunuch Zhao's originally hunched body suddenly straightened. In that cloudy, solitary eye, the sinister malice of a eunuch vanished instantly, replaced by an indifference that stood high above, viewing all living beings as mere ants.

That was not Eunuch Zhao.

That was the person standing behind Eunuch Zhao.

"Useless, you can't even clean up a Golden Core Early Stage ant."

"Eunuch Zhao" spoke, his voice aged and majestic, carrying an unquestionable dominance.

He slowly raised his intact right hand and pressed down lightly against the void.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire grotto was instantly drained dry.

A giant hand of azure light, ten zhang wide, condensed out of thin air beneath the cave ceiling.

The palm lines of the giant hand were clearly visible, and every line burned with raging azure flames. It was the secret technique of the Qingyang Sect—the Qingyang Heaven-Seizing Hand!

A strike from a half-step Nascent Soul!

Behind them, Iron Madman felt his breath hitch, and his kneecaps made a crisp cracking sound. If he hadn't been supporting himself with sheer willpower, he would have been crushed into meat paste by this pressure.

"Kneel and accept your death."

The aged voice sounded like a final judgment.

The giant hand crashed down as if a corner of the sky had collapsed.

There was no escape. His presence had been completely locked on.

Ye Feng looked up at the sky-blotting azure hand, and instead of fear, a mad curve hooked at the corner of his mouth.

Having just forcibly devoured the Demon King's blood qi to break through three stages in a row, his Meridians were currently bursting with pain, like he had overeaten and couldn't find a place to digest.

And now, this was being delivered right to his door?

"Old man, I'll be taking your spiritual power!"

Instead of dodging, Ye Feng stomped his foot and charged straight up at the giant hand like a cannonball.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, activate!

All thirty-six thousand pores of his body opened at this moment, turning his Physical Body into a human-shaped black hole.

Boom!

Ye Feng's figure slammed violently into the center of the giant azure palm.

The expected scene of him being flattened into meat paste did not occur.

The moment that overwhelmingly powerful light-and-shadow hand touched Ye Feng's body, it was like snow meeting a red-hot iron, melting away at an incredible speed.

The Qingyang spiritual power, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, was brutally pulled into his body by Ye Feng, madly washing through those tiny cracks in his Meridians.

It was a sharp pain, like ten thousand ants biting his bones.

But following that was the toughness and comfort of reconstructed Meridians.

"How is this possible?!"

A crack finally appeared on "Eunuch Zhao's" indifferent face.

Although his Divine Thought possession could only exert thirty percent of his true power, this was Qingyang Spiritual Fire!

Even a true Nascent Soul Cultivator wouldn't dare take it head-on with their Physical Body. Was this kid seeking death?

No, he was devouring it!

"Is this your trump card?"

At this moment, Ye Feng's slightly raspy, cold laugh came from the center of the azure flames.

Because he was too "full," the broken sword in his hand was vibrating and humming. The greyish sword light surged hundreds of feet, a sign that the overflowing energy had nowhere to vent.

Now is the time!

Ye Feng keenly captured the fleeting astonishment on "Eunuch Zhao's" face.

A Divine Thought descending, after all, was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

There was a momentary lag between thought and physical control.

This bit of lag could be ignored normally, but in a life-and-death struggle, it was a fatal flaw.

Ye Feng's figure vanished into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was already right next to "Eunuch Zhao's" side.

The broken sword in his hand, carrying the excess spiritual power, let out a strained wail. Enveloped in the Qingyang Spiritual Fire he had just absorbed, it slashed down violently toward the arm that was still casting the technique.

"This hand reached too far. Let's chop it off."

Pfft!

Blood splattered everywhere.

A withered arm along with half a shoulder flew cleanly into the air.

"Ah—!!!"

"Eunuch Zhao" let out a scream that didn't sound human. Daoist Cangsong's Divine Thought fluctuated violently under the impact of the intense pain, and the previously solid pressure instantly collapsed.

"Little beast! You dare wound my Divided Soul!"

"I have remembered your aura! Once my true body descends, I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, and I will wash Black Stone City in blood, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive among its hundred thousand souls!"

The aged voice became hysterical, laced with a bone-chilling malice.

"True body descends?"

Ye Feng kicked "Eunuch Zhao" in the abdomen.

This kick used no spiritual power, only pure physical strength, directly snapping three of the other's ribs.

"Eunuch Zhao" flew backward like a tattered sack, falling straight toward the bottomless mine pit that had collapsed from the battle's aftershocks.

Standing at the edge of the precipice, Ye Feng looked down at the rapidly falling body, his voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Go back and tell your master."

"Whether this game was set by the Great Xia Imperial Family or by you old ghosts of the Sects..."

"Right now, I'm flipping the table."

Rumble—

The grotto finally couldn't withstand the continuous heavy battle and began to collapse on a large scale.

Boulders rolled down, completely burying the deep pit.

Ye Feng turned around and casually tossed the broken sword into the ruins.

He walked over to the unconscious Xiao Yue and bent down to pick her up, his movements so gentle he seemed like a different person from the killing god of moments ago.

"Can you still walk?"

He glanced at Iron Madman, who was slumped on the ground.

Iron Madman trembled and struggled to crawl up, his eyes looking at the thin figure carrying the young girl with fanatical devotion.

"I can! As long as I have a breath left, I can walk!"

"Lead the way."

Ye Feng looked up, his gaze piercing through the cracks at the top of the grotto toward the distant north.

There, purple qi soared to the heavens.

That was the direction of the Great Xia Imperial City.

And it was also the place where he would be going next to kill.