47: Chapter 47 The Dragon Vein Bursts: This Path Must Be Passed Even If It's Blocked!

It was the heartbeat coming from the heart of the earth.

Dull, heavy, and tyrannical.

Each strike was like a heavy hammer pounding on the Sea of Consciousness.

If it were an ordinary Cultivator, they would be desperate to avoid this at all costs, terrified that this vast earth vein Qi would shatter their Meridians.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, there was only greed.

Buried beneath this ground was the Imperial Dragon Vein that the Great Xia Dynasty relied upon to suppress the national destiny.

It was also the top-tier earth-attribute Spiritual source.

"Since I'm here, how can I leave without taking a souvenir?"

Ye Feng did not hesitate at all. He gripped the broken sword in his right hand. Although the blade was scorching hot and glowing red from having swallowed an excessive amount of lightning fire earlier, he ignored it and fiercely thrust the sword tip into the stone pedestal at the center of the Formation beneath his feet.

Hiss—!

The hard black profound iron was sliced open like tofu.

The broken sword pierced straight through to the underground Spiritual Vein.

It was not for destruction, but for plunder.

A withered, violent, earthy-yellow current of Qi poured back in along the blade.

That was the earth Qi accumulated over a thousand years, so heavy it felt like a great mountain pressing into his Meridians.

Crack, crack, crack.

The color drained from Ye Feng's right arm as he gripped the sword. The skin turned gray-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a rough, rock-like texture.

His blood vessels burst, and the blood that flowed out was petrified into dark red crystals the moment it emerged.

The excruciating pain pierced his heart, as if his entire arm was being crushed by a millstone.

"Swallow for me!"

Veins bulged on Ye Feng's forehead. Not only did he not let go, but he actually increased the operational power of his Chaos Devouring Sword Body.

As long as it didn't kill him, it was a tonic.

"Stop! That is the national destiny Dragon Vein! You lunatic!"

In the ruins, Fierce Tiger, who was originally heavily wounded and on the verge of death, saw this scene. The look in his tiger-like eyes was no longer killing intent, but terror originating from his very Soul.

If the Dragon Vein is damaged, the national destiny will inevitably decline.

This was digging up the roots of Great Xia!

"For Your Majesty, for Great Xia... I will not allow you to touch it!"

Fierce Tiger let out a desperate roar. Disregarding his shattered sternum, the dim Golden Core in his Dantian began to reverse and disintegrate.

He was burning his Sea of Consciousness.

A destructive red light erupted from within his body, and his entire person turned into a humanoid bomb, rushing crazily toward Ye Feng.

Self-detonation.

This was the only obstruction he could manage.

"You want to die?"

Ye Feng didn't even turn his head. His half-petrified right arm suddenly pulled out the broken sword, bringing up a string of murky yellow mud, and he swept it back in a horizontal strike.

The Move was simple and brutal.

Yet it was fast enough to make people feel despair.

Puchi.

Fierce Tiger's body froze in mid-air.

The broken sword had pierced his throat; to be precise, it had severed the circulation path of his entire body's Spiritual power.

The self-detonation energy that was about to erupt instantly leaked away, like a balloon with its plug pulled out.

Immediately after, a terrifying suction force came from the wound.

Fierce Tiger discovered in terror that the essence blood he had cultivated for a hundred years and his Golden Core, which was about to shatter, were being crazily drained away by that bizarre broken sword.

"You..."

In just a single breath.

This fierce general who had guarded the border for decades turned into a skinny, withered corpse, falling into the pile of rubble with a thud and breaking into several pieces.

Not even ashes remained.

"Waste utilization."

Ye Feng shook the bone fragments off the blade, and the petrification feeling in his body eased slightly because he had absorbed Fierce Tiger's essence blood.

Just at this moment.

Clang, clang, clang—!

The piercing sound of mechanical mechanisms sounded again.

It was not aimed at Ye Feng, but was an indiscriminate barrage.

A sky full of arrows fell, not only enveloping Ye Feng but also covering Iron Madman and his remaining three thousand troops who were charging to support Ye Feng.

"Ah—!"

Screams rose and fell.

The veteran soldiers who had just been fighting in a bloody battle alongside Iron Madman fell in droves.

They didn't die at the hands of the Yao Race, nor did they die at the hands of the enemy, but died under their own imperial city's Spirit-Breaking Crossbows.

Ye Feng waved his sword casually, and the heavy, earthy-yellow Sword Qi turned into a stone wall, blocking the arrows shot at Xiao Yue.

He looked into the pass.

Iron Madman was kneeling on the ground, two crossbow bolts pierced through his shoulders, his eyes blood-red like a ghost.

Looking at the corpses of his brothers covering the ground, the loyal and patriotic iron-blooded man had died.

What survived was a beast of vengeance.

"Xia Yuan!!!"

Iron Madman roared at the sky, calling the Emperor by his name directly.

"Since you don't treat us like humans, then this bullshit Great Xia, I'm rebelling!"

He violently pulled out the crossbow bolts from his shoulders, grabbed the Thunder Flame Bead used for splitting mountains and cracking rocks from his waist, and roared at the surviving soldiers behind him: "If you don't want to die, detonate it for me! Blow open this last iron gate for me!"

"Kill!!!"

This was a kind of madness driven to a dead end.

Rumble!

Violent explosions rang out inside the pass, and the thousand-jin iron gate, known as never falling, collapsed with a roar under the internal explosion.

Dust filled the sky.

Just at the moment the iron gate collapsed, the sky suddenly turned dark.

It wasn't dark clouds.

It was a huge phantom of a human face, appearing out of thin air above the Dragon Suppressing Pass.

Those eyes were indifferent and distant, as if looking at a group of ants.

That was the Great Xia Emperor, Xia Huangyuan.

His will projected through the National Destiny Mirror Technique.

He didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground, his gaze locking directly onto Ye Feng, who was devouring the Dragon Vein Qi.

"Base scum, how dare you lay a hand on My Dragon Vein."

The voice was not loud, but it felt like the arrival of divine might.

Immediately after, an invisible yet terrifyingly extreme Divine Thought impact, like a red-hot steel needle, fiercely stabbed toward the center of Ye Feng's eyebrows.

This was the Divine Thought pressure of the Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.

It was enough to instantly shatter the Divine Soul of any Golden Core Stage Cultivator and turn them into an idiot.

"Kneel and die."

Ye Feng only felt a buzzing in his mind, and blood flowed out from his seven orifices simultaneously.

His Soul felt like it was about to be torn apart.

But he laughed.

He laughed grimly and wantonly, his mouth full of blood foam appearing exceptionally sinister.

"You want to suppress me with Divine Thought?"

"Old thing, you are like a meat bun thrown to a dog... No, that's not right, you are delivering goods to my door!"

If it were a contest of Spiritual power cultivation, Ye Feng was indeed inferior to his opponent at this moment.

But Divine Thought?

His Chaos Devouring Sword Body dared to even devour the will of the Heavenly Tribulation; a mere remnant thought of an emperor was nothing!

Ye Feng opened his mouth abruptly and made a swallowing motion toward the huge phantom face in the sky.

"Come down here!"

Deep in his Sea of Consciousness, the black natal sword embryo vibrated with a boom, turning into a bottomless Soul black hole.

The Divine Thought attack that had originally pierced into the center of Ye Feng's eyebrows instantly lost control.

It was like a clay ox entering the sea, directly and brutally pulled into that black hole, chewed up, and swallowed.

The phantom face in the sky twisted violently and let out a muffled groan of shock and anger.

That high-and-mighty pressure instantly shattered.

And from Ye Feng's eyes, two substantial golden lights suddenly shot out.

"I'm full, it's time to work."

The devoured and converted Divine Thought power, mixed with the rampaging Dragon Vein earth Qi in his body, reached a critical point at this moment.

Ye Feng held the broken sword with both hands and slashed fiercely toward the Dragon Suppressing Pass, which had already been blasted open.

"This sword strike is for you!"

There were no fancy Moves.

There was only a Chaos Sword Qi, a hundred zhang wide, carrying the will to destroy everything, spanning across heaven and earth.

Boom—!!!

The earth groaned.

The Dragon Suppressing Pass, which had stood for a thousand years, was neatly split in two from the very middle.

A bottomless ravine extended all the way to the end of the horizon.

The city towers collapsed, and the Formation was annihilated.

Every obstacle became a joke in front of this sword strike.

Ye Feng's figure swayed slightly, and enduring the excruciating pain of his Meridians on the verge of exploding, he turned around and carried the unconscious Xiao Yue on his back.

He glanced at the blood-covered Iron Madman.

"Are you coming?"

Iron Madman stood on the ruins, holding the blade-dulled war saber in his hand, and shook his head with his back to Ye Feng.

"Sir, you go first."

"The lackeys of the Qingyang Sect will be here soon, and someone needs to cover the rear."

Iron Madman grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth. "Besides, my family is all in the city. If I leave now, I would have no face to live on."

Ye Feng looked at him deeply.

There was no pretentious nonsense, no dragging out of life-and-death goodbyes.

"Take care."

Ye Feng turned around, carrying the young girl on his back, and turned into an afterimage, rushing out of the pass that had been split open.

Ahead was a gray, misty world.

The wind and sand stopped abruptly, and it seemed as if all color had been lost between heaven and earth.

The land under his feet was no longer yellow soil, but presented a sickly grayish-white, as if covered in bone ash.

This was the "Sword Burial Wasteland".

The Forbidden Ground of the Great Xia Imperial Dynasty, and also the only dead-end path leading to the outside world.

As soon as he stepped into this land, Ye Feng felt an inexplicable heat.

It was not a rise in temperature.

But a thirst coming from the depths of his Soul.

There was not a trace of Spiritual Qi in the surrounding air; instead, it was as if there were countless invisible little mouths greedily sucking at the Spiritual power that had just filled his body.

With every breath, his cultivation would drain away a little.