46: Chapter 46 The Mighty Dragon-Suppressing Pass, Swallowing This Barrage of Arrows!

The north wind was like a blade, swirling yellow sand across the sky and battering the towering black city walls.

Dragon Suppression Pass.

This was the final choke point leading to the Great Xia imperial capital, with ten-thousand-fathom cliffs on either side and a single pass in the middle.

Iron Madman’s throat went dry as he looked at the hundred-zhang-high walls cast entirely from Black Profound Iron.

Having spent a lifetime killing people at the border, he knew all too well the sheer significance of this pass.

“Sir, that is the ‘God-Slaying Crossbow Array’.” Iron Madman's voice was hoarse as he pointed at the dense, cold glints atop the city wall. “Every crossbow bolt is engraved with a Spirit-Breaking Talisman, specifically designed to counter a Cultivator's Protective Aura. A volley of three thousand shots will annihilate the Divine Soul of anyone below the Nascent Soul Stage.”

Ye Feng didn't stop, carrying the unconscious Xiao Yue on his back.

He looked up and scanned the scene.

Atop the wall, a burly man in heavy armor looked down on him from his high vantage point.

That was the pass-guarding general, Fierce Tiger, who was also a loyal dog of the Xia Emperor.

“Ye Feng!”

Fierce Tiger's voice was infused with powerful Spiritual Qi, exploding like rolling thunder.

“You colluded with the Yao Race and slaughtered the Imperial Envoy of the Inner Court. Your crime is equal to treason! By imperial decree, I shall send you to the afterlife now!”

There was no nonsense, no attempt to persuade him to surrender.

Fierce Tiger waved his hand, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, emotionless killing intent.

“Fire!”

Twang, twang, twang—!

The grating sound of mechanical triggers firing merged into one.

Three thousand heavy iron crossbow bolts, thick as a child's arm, instantly blotted out the sky with a shrill whistling sound.

Each bolt was entwined with purple Thunder Fire, specially refined to tear through shields.

Iron Madman instinctively tried to raise his war blade to block, but the overwhelming pressure made him realize with despair that he could barely move a single finger.

It was a certain-death situation.

However, Ye Feng smiled.

That smile looked exactly like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days spotting a fat sheep delivered to its door.

“Sending me energy? Then I won't be polite.”

Instead of retreating, he advanced, holding his sword in one hand and taking a sudden step forward.

The Chaos Devouring Sword Body within him surged into operation.

There was no expected crisscrossing Sword Qi; instead, an invisible force field suddenly expanded with Ye Feng at the center.

Within a hundred-meter radius, it was like the giant mouth of a Taotie.

The moment the first wave of crossbow bolts entered this hundred-meter range, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Those heavy crossbows, which were originally wreathed in Thunder Fire and capable of piercing gold and stone, seemed to have their Souls suddenly sucked away.

The violent Thunder Fire spiritual energy attached to them was forcibly stripped, torn apart, and swallowed by an overbearingly dominant force the instant it touched the field.

Clatter, clatter—

The iron bolts, having lost their spiritual energy reinforcement, instantly turned into scrap metal. Like a harmless rain of iron, they fell with a pitter-patter around Ye Feng's feet, without even touching a corner of his clothes.

And the stripped Thunder Fire energy did not disappear.

They gathered and compressed frantically above Ye Feng's head.

Within a single breath, a Giant Thunder-Fire Sword, fifty zhang long, formed out of thin air.

The aura flowing upon it was several times more terrifying than all three thousand crossbow bolts combined.

Atop the wall, Fierce Tiger's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Is he still human?

Those were Spirit-Breaking Crossbows! Specifically designed to break through Qi! How could they be absorbed in reverse?

“Is this the hospitality of your Great Xia?”

A sneer curled at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth as he violently swung his right hand toward the city-protecting array that was claimed to be “solid as gold.”

“Returning it to you!”

The Giant Thunder-Fire Sword above his head, formed entirely from the enemy's energy, surged upward with a world-destroying momentum.

Boom!

The giant sword slammed hard into the pale-golden City-Protecting Light Curtain.

There was no stalemate.

It was like a hot knife through butter.

The grand array, capable of withstanding the frantic attacks of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator for three days and three nights, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper under this strike, instantly shattering into a sky full of light specks.

A terrifying shockwave swept out.

Half of the gate tower collapsed in the thunderous roar.

Fierce Tiger felt as if his chest had been struck hard by a battering ram. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the ruins of the arrow tower behind him.

Dust and smoke rose everywhere.

The previously clamorous battlefield became deathly silent.

Thousands of defending soldiers, holding empty crossbow mechanisms, watched the figure walking over the scrap-metal-covered ground, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

One man, one sword.

Breaking the array, destroying the city.

Ye Feng stepped on the broken bluestone floor; with every step, the rubble beneath his feet turned to powder.

He wasn't just walking; he was frantically plundering the remaining Spiritual Resonance of this land through the soles of his feet to replenish the energy consumed by that strike.

Just as he was about to cross the collapsed city gate, his footsteps paused slightly.

From deep beneath his feet, an extremely faint yet exceptionally thick rhythm pulsed.

Thump. Thump.

It was as if some colossal being was sleeping underground.

Ye Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and every cell in his body let out a scream of extreme longing at this moment.

This feeling was a hundred times stronger than when he had encountered that Yao King before.

It was the temptation of the highest-grade energy.

Ye Feng slowly lowered his head, his gaze seemingly penetrating the thick layers of earth to look deeper beneath Dragon Suppression Pass.

He licked his somewhat dry lips, a glint of greedy blood-red flashing in his eyes.

No wonder it's called Dragon Suppression Pass.

What's pinned down here is probably more than just stones.