55: Chapter 55 A Feast for Prodigies, Devouring Domains

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the lights were as bright as day, yet the sound of string and bamboo instruments could not suppress the scent of gunpowder permeating the air.

In the center of the main hall was the core area belonging to the Saints of various Sects and princes of ancient kingdoms, where wine cups flowed along winding streams and the fragrance of spiritual fruits wafted through the air.

As for the location where Ye Feng sat, it was the corner closest to the entrance.

The lighting here was dim, and the long table was pieced together from rough bluestone slabs. It was called the "Loose Cultivator Seat," but in reality, it was a cold bench reserved for those "filler participants" who had no background but possessed some strength.

The treatment at the tables was clearly demarcated.

The central seats drank Hundred Flower Brew and ate dragon liver and Phoenix marrow; in front of Ye Feng, however, sat a pot of cloudy, inferior burning-knife liquor, along with a few pieces of air-dried Yao Beast meat on a plate that were as hard as rocks.

"Heh, a beggar is a beggar. Even if you sneak into a Phoenix nest, you only deserve to eat swill."

A harsh voice came from the side.

The speaker was a youth in blue robes, swirling a luminous goblet in his hand with unconcealed mockery on his face.

He was a loyal follower of Battle Heaven Dragon, hailing from the Iron Sword Sect which was affiliated with the Zhan family.

Having missed the chance to see a good show at the city gate earlier, he naturally wanted to vent his master's anger now that he saw this "beggar" actually dared to take a seat.

The surrounding noisy chatter instantly quieted down, and countless gazes cast over with amusement.

Ye Feng did not even lift his eyelids.

He reached out, grabbed the piece of air-dried meat from the plate, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

It was indeed an inferior product—hind leg meat from a Tier 3 Iron-Skin Pig. The Spiritual Qi had almost completely drained away, and the fibers were coarse enough to get stuck between one's teeth.

But meat was meat.

Snap.

A tooth-aching chewing sound rang out abruptly.

That piece of air-dried meat, which even ordinary Magic Treasure could hardly cut through, was easily bitten to pieces in Ye Feng's mouth as if it were a shortbread cookie.

The Chaos Devouring Sword Body activated, and his stomach seemed to transform into a furnace.

The meager and coarse essence of flesh and blood, having just entered his abdomen, was instantly squeezed dry and converted into a trace of extremely thin yet sharp Sword Qi.

"Some people just have no self-awareness." Seeing Ye Feng only focused on eating, the blue-robed youth thought the other party was afraid, so he smugly stepped forward two paces, "A feast of this level is actually something that people like you—"

Just as Ye Feng's Adam's apple finished swallowing, he casually flicked the finger holding his chopsticks.

That trace of newly converted Sword Qi, mixed with the force from his fingertips, was as fast as a ghost.

The luminous goblet in the blue-robed youth's hand shattered without warning.

Shards flew everywhere.

"Ah!"

The youth fell backward in terror, spilling the fine wine all over himself.

He only felt a chill on his scalp as a few strands of severed hair drifted down before his eyes.

If that force had been off by even half an inch, it would not have been his hair that was sliced off, but his skull.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence.

In that instant just now, apart from experts of Divine Calculator Zhuge's level, no one saw how Ye Feng made his move.

Ye Feng wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth unhurriedly and tapped the empty plate with his chopsticks: "The meat is too hard and easy to get stuck in one's teeth. Remember to boil it until it's soft next time."

"You bastard!"

A thunderous roar, like a sudden peal of thunder on level ground, shook the beams and pillars of the hall until they hummed.

At the head seat, Battle Heaven Dragon stood up abruptly.

His figure was as burly as an Iron Tower, and his suit of golden armor flowed with a chilling luster under the lamplight.

This was the Spiritual Pressure belonging to the top of the Prodigy Ranking; merely by standing up, he made the surrounding air become viscous.

To beat a dog, one must consider its master.

This move by Ye Feng was not slapping the Iron Sword Sect's face, but slapping his, Battle Heaven Dragon's, face.

"Good! Very good!"

Battle Heaven Dragon laughed in extreme anger, his palm as large as a cattail fan suddenly grabbing toward a large tripod beside him, which was used to suppress the Spiritual Qi of the banquet.

That was a Profound Gold Tripod.

Its entire body was forged from deep-sea Profound Gold, weighing three thousand catties, with gravity inscriptions carved all over the body. Ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators would find it difficult to even shake it by a fraction.

But in the hands of Battle Heaven Dragon, this giant tripod was grabbed with one hand as if it were a toy.

"Since you have such a good appetite, this cup of 'wine' is my reward to you!"

Battle Heaven Dragon's arm muscles knotted as golden Spiritual Qi was crazily poured into the tripod.

The giant tripod left his hand.

The air was compressed by the violent force, creating a series of sonic booms. That was not a toast at all; it was clearly a cannonball leaving the barrel, carrying terrifying kinetic energy capable of smashing through city walls, heading straight for Ye Feng's face.

The airflow along the way even overturned several tables to the ground.

"If this hits squarely, he'll probably be turned into meat paste!"

Someone exclaimed.

In the corner, Divine Calculator Zhuge frowned slightly, his fingers clutching a copper coin, about to intervene.

However, Ye Feng did not move.

He remained seated on that old, dilapidated stone bench, not even intending to stand up.

Not until the massive shadow completely shrouded him, and the fierce wind blew his messy hair into a frenzy, did he slowly extend his left hand.

His five fingers spread open.

It was as if he were trying to catch a light, fluttering embroidered ball.

"Courting death!" Battle Heaven Dragon roared.

The next instant, a bizarre scene occurred.

Hum—!

With Ye Feng's palm as the center, the space within a radius of five zhang suddenly twisted.

Devouring Domain, fully activated!

The Profound Gold Tripod, carrying the weight of ten thousand jun, did not emit an earth-shattering collision sound the moment it touched Ye Feng's palm.

It was as if it had crashed into an invisible quagmire, its originally violent speed suddenly coming to a halt.

Immediately after, the incredibly hard surface of the Profound Gold began to soften and flow.

In the eyes of everyone, who were struck with horror, the giant tripod, which was enough to smash a Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator to death, actually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three thousand catties of Profound Gold turned into streams of silver liquid metal essence, thick enough to be tangible, and surged crazily into Ye Feng's palm.

Metal of this level, if used for Artifact Refining, would be enough to forge several top-grade Spiritual Artifacts.

But at this moment, it became Ye Feng's "extra meal."

In merely two breaths.

The giant tripod disappeared.

Only Ye Feng remained, maintaining a posture of holding the air with one hand, with a trace of lingering heat still remaining in his palm.

The bones inside his body emitted a series of crackling sounds, and the massive metal essence that had just been absorbed was forcibly suppressed by the Chaos Devouring Sword Body, merging into his spinal Dragon.

"Hiccup—"

Ye Feng couldn't help it and let out a long, full belch.

A visible wave of air, mixed with the impact force originally carried by the Profound Gold Tripod, as well as the excess Spiritual Pressure inside his body, violently erupted from his mouth and rebounded back.

This rebounding force came too fast and too fiercely.

Battle Heaven Dragon, standing at the head seat, had not expected that the other party would not only catch it but also rebound the power back.

His Protective Aura shattered instantly, and his entire body was shaken by this air wave, forcing him to retreat ten steps.

When the final step landed, the precious purple sandalwood main table behind him shattered with a boom, turning into a pile of wood shavings.

The hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at the youth in the corner as if they were looking at a monster.

Eating meat was one thing... but did he just eat the tripod?!

Ye Feng patted his somewhat bloated belly, set down the already empty wine cup, and slowly raised his head, revealing a set of bone-white teeth:

"This tripod is a bit hard on the teeth, but the taste is passable."

Humiliation.

This was naked humiliation!

Battle Heaven Dragon steadied his figure. His face, usually so arrogant, had now turned the color of a pig's liver, and the blue veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

He was the top of the Prodigy Ranking, the true Dragon upon whom all eyes were fixed.

Yet today, he had been humiliated by an ant from a Servant background—first his mount was crippled, then his Magic Treasure was devoured—and his face was rubbed into the ground in front of all the heroes of the world!

"I want you dead!!"

A beast-like roar erupted from Battle Heaven Dragon's throat. His right hand violently reached into the Void Realm, his five fingers locking tightly onto the dark gold dragon spear that he had always carried on his back.

The Killing Intent condensed into substance at this moment.