56: Chapter 56 Being stubborn won't work; leave your gun barrel here first!

The dark gold dragon spear rapidly enlarged in his pupils. Before the spear tip even arrived, the chilling Protective Aura already made his skin sting.

The surrounding air was churned into a vacuum by the high-speed rotating spear shaft, emitting a shrill scream like the wailing of evil ghosts.

This strike left no way out.

Ye Feng didn't even blink; instead, he took half a step forward, his right hand's five fingers reaching out like iron pincers.

"Want to kill me? That's perfect; that tripod from earlier hasn't had its fill yet."

Szz—! The teeth-grinding sound of metal friction instantly drowned out the music filling the hall.

There was no splashing of blood, no breaking of bones or snapping of tendons.

That seemingly frail palm clamped tightly onto the rapidly rotating spear tip.

The violent twisting force surged wildly down Ye Feng's arm, but his Chaos Devouring Sword Body instantly "transported" this destructive kinetic energy down to his feet.

Boom! With Ye Feng as the center, the incredibly hard bluestone floor tiles within a ten-meter radius shattered inch by inch. Gravel flew everywhere, and dust instantly engulfed half the banquet hall.

At the same time, a black hole suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's palm.

That dragon spear, which had previously been overflowing with spiritual light, now let out a shrill, mournful cry.

The lifelike golden dragon phantom on the spear shaft, as if encountering a natural enemy, desperately tried to break free, but was forcibly torn apart by an irresistible suction force. It transformed into pure metal-attribute spiritual power, surging into Ye Feng's Meridians like a whale drinking water.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon spear's once dazzling golden radiance rapidly dimmed, turning into the dull color of scrap iron.

"My life-bound weapon!" Battle Heaven Dragon's eyes split open in fury. Connected by his heart and mind, he felt a tightness in his chest.

This wasn't just being caught; this was "raping" his Magic Treasure in public!

"Let go!" Battle Heaven Dragon's figure exploded into motion, his whole body like a mad tiger descending from the mountain, pouncing toward the center of the dust.

Just then, a cerulean light screen suddenly descended from above.

The light screen rippled like water; it looked thin and light, yet it stood between the two like an uncrossable chasm.

Battle Heaven Dragon slammed into the light screen and was bounced back to his original position by the massive recoil force.

"You two have gone too far." Divine Calculator Zhuge remained seated on the high platform, his fingertips gently fiddling with the floating Bagua compass. His tone was languid yet unquestionable. "Tianji City has rules; breaking public property requires compensation at market price. These floor tiles are very expensive. Brother Battle, do you still wish to continue smashing them?"

Battle Heaven Dragon's face turned livid. He stared fixedly at the light screen, but in the end, he didn't dare to strike again.

But that didn't mean others wouldn't move.

Suddenly, there was a faint, sweet, and cloying scent in the air.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, his peripheral vision catching a transparent butterfly landing lightly on his shoulder.

It was beautiful, and also very poisonous. This was an illusion directly targeting the Divine Soul.

"Want to pry into my Sea of Consciousness while things are chaotic?" Ye Feng sneered inwardly. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the phantom of that rusty broken sword suddenly shuddered.

That wasn't defense; it was slaughter. The Chaos Sword Intent transformed into countless fine storms, instantly sweeping outward.

The "Dream Butterfly" that had just touched the edge of Ye Feng's Divine Soul didn't even have a chance to struggle before it shattered into nothingness within the Sea of Consciousness.

At the same time, the delicate body of Mo Qianxue, seated not far away, trembled violently.

Her cold and stunning face turned instantly pale. A streak of bright red blood slowly spilled from the corner of her mouth, and for the first time, her gaze toward Ye Feng carried terror.

Her Divine Soul probe had actually seemed to crash into a meat grinder.

"Don't be so curious next time; it's easy to get killed." Ye Feng glanced at her indifferently and casually loosened his right hand.

Clang.

That once arrogant Saint-grade dragon spear fell to the ground.

On the incredibly hard spear tip, five clearly visible finger marks were imprinted, just like mud that had been casually squeezed by someone.

The entire hall was dead silent.

Ye Feng ignored the ghost-seeing expressions of those around him and casually grabbed a leftover Yao Beast leg bone from the table.

That was the thigh bone of a Tier 4 Yao Beast, its hardness comparable to refined iron. Crack, crack.

In his hand, the leg bone was like a crispy biscuit, rubbed into a sky full of bone powder that scattered onto the ground.

After doing all this, he dusted off the bone ash from his hands and looked up at the gloomy-faced Battle Heaven Dragon.

"The spear is a good spear, but it's a pity the owner is too weak." A mocking arc curled at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the day's dishes. "This is the so-called number one of the Hundred Countries? Nothing more than this."

After speaking, he couldn't be bothered to look at the ruined dragon spear again and turned to leave.

Behind him, Battle Heaven Dragon's fists clenched until they creaked, the resentment in his eyes almost overflowing. But he did not charge up again.

Ye Feng keenly captured that Battle Heaven Dragon's left hand, hidden behind his back, made a very subtle downward cutting gesture.

That was the most despicable "dead-end sign" in the Jianghu. It seemed that since overt methods wouldn't work, he was preparing to play dirty.

Ye Feng didn't stop his pace, but a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I'm afraid you won't come."

Just as he walked out of the banquet hall's gate, a night breeze blew, and Ye Feng opened his right hand, which he had been clenching tightly.

In his palm, the spiritual power he had forcibly extracted from the dragon spear just now had not completely dissipated.

That Dragon Qi, which had originally belonged to the Battle family's ancestral heritage, was now uncontrollably twisting and condensing in his palm, finally transforming into a miniature golden light spot.

This light spot seemed to have a life of its own; even though Ye Feng didn't urge it, it was beating desperately in a certain direction.

It wasn't guiding to some Treasure Trove. This frequency of beating was a call to a source of the same power.

"This is..." Ye Feng looked in the direction the light spot was beating, his gaze piercing through the bustling streets and straight into the bottomless underground of Tianji City.

The ancient aura remaining in this spear was actually connected to a certain Spiritual Vein beneath Tianji City?

Interesting. It seems I won't be sleeping tonight.

Ye Feng calmly clenched his fist, crushing the restless light marker and absorbing it into his flesh. He tightened the tattered robe on his body, and his figure soon merged into the dirtiest and most chaotic shadows on the west side of Tianji City.