58: Chapter 58: The Chaos Begins, You're All Surrounded!

Tianji City's central martial arts arena, a giant ancient gladiatorial arena capable of holding 100,000 people, was now drowned in fanatical roars.

War drums sounded like thunder, making hearts tremble.

The rules for the qualifiers were simple and brutal: a thousand people on the same stage, life and death didn't matter, and only the last ten people standing were qualified to enter the next round.

As soon as Ye Feng stepped onto the black rock arena covered in dark red bloodstains along with the crowd, the chaotic atmosphere around him froze for a split second.

It was as if a piece of fatty meat had been mixed into a pack of hungry wolves.

Hundreds of malicious gazes instantly locked onto his position.

On the high platform, Battle Heaven Dragon stood with his hands behind his back, a cruel sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't need to go down personally; he only needed a look, and those Prodigies from small countries who relied on the Great Xia Imperial Family would tear his enemy apart like mad dogs.

"Attack!"

Someone shouted, though it was unclear who.

There was no probing, nor any talk of martial honor.

The hundred or so participants closest to Ye Feng rose up simultaneously, and the colorful light of spiritual power instantly illuminated half the sky.

Flying Swords, giant hammers, poison needles, Talismans...

Dozens of renowned high-grade Magic Treasures, carrying the whistling wind, came crashing down upon Ye Feng's head, covering the sky.

"Burning Heaven Sea of Fire, rise!"

On the periphery of the crowd, a young man wearing crimson Daoist robes shouted sharply.

He was Wei Huo, a Personal Disciple supported by the Great Xia Imperial Family, an expert at playing with fire.

He formed seals with both hands, and a flame barrier ten zhang high rose from the ground, instantly sealing off all of Ye Feng's retreat paths, front, back, left, and right.

This round was a guaranteed kill.

Exclamations erupted from the spectator stands; many people couldn't bear to watch and closed their eyes.

Under the circumstances of being focused by a hundred people and having his retreat blocked, even a Golden Core Stage powerhouse would have to peel a layer of skin, let alone this Servant with no background?

Yet, Ye Feng, who was at the center of the storm, laughed.

He looked up at the "treasure light" crashing down from the sky, his eyes devoid of fear, filled only with the greed one feels when seeing a grand feast.

"With so many gift-giving fools, I still have to thank that idiot Battle Heaven Dragon."

Ye Feng not only did not sacrifice any defensive Magical Artifacts, but instead actively dispersed the Protective Aura on his body, and even opened his arms, as if welcoming a baptism.

Seeking death!

Everyone thought he had gone crazy.

However, just as those dozens of Magic Treasures were about to touch Ye Feng's skin.

"Devouring Domain, open."

Ye Feng spat out four words softly, and his right foot slammed hard into the ground.

A transparent ripple, invisible to the naked eye, expanded instantly by a full ten zhang with him as the center.

Within these ten zhang was his absolute feeding ground.

The Flying Swords and giant hammers that had been aggressive and overflowing with spiritual light, the moment they entered this Domain, seemed to be instantly drained of their essence and spirit.

The runes on the swords quickly dimmed, and the spiritual light on the hammers went out directly.

Clang, clang, clang—!

The tooth-aching sound of metal collisions rang out in one piece.

Those priceless Magic Treasures were now like a pile of rusty scrap metal, falling to Ye Feng's feet with a clatter, not even scratching the corner of his clothes.

And the majestic spiritual power contained within the Magic Treasures had long since turned into pure streams of Qi, drilling madly into Ye Feng's body through his pores.

"This... why did my life-bound Flying Sword lose connection?!"

"My Heaven-Quaking Hammer!"

Before the besieging Prodigies could even feel the heartache, an even more terrifying scene occurred.

The "Burning Heaven Sea of Fire" that was originally used to block his retreat now twisted strangely.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the sea of fire and inhaled sharply.

Whoosh—!

The sky-filling flames seemed to be under huge traction, forming a giant crimson funnel in the air, the bottom of which led directly to Ye Feng's mouth.

That was the Samadhi True Fire capable of melting gold and iron, but now it was like a bowl of warm, nourishing soup.

It only took three breaths.

The firelight on the whole field disappeared completely, not even a spark remained.

Ye Feng burped, and a faint wisp of white smoke puffed from his mouth.

Having devoured such massive energy, a layer of crystal-clear dark golden luster appeared on the surface of his skin, and his Aura, originally at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, was pushed to the threshold of the Middle Stage of the Golden Core Stage as if he had taken a rocket.

The whole audience was dead silent.

Wei Huo maintained his seal-forming posture, his whole body frozen in place, like a ridiculous puppet.

"The taste is not bad, but it's a pity the purity is a bit lacking."

Ye Feng twisted his neck, and his whole body's bones let out a crisp sound like popping beans.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into thin air.

It wasn't invisibility; it was just fast to the extreme.

In the crowd, only a dark golden afterimage could be seen dashing crazily.

"Ah—!"

Screams rose one after another.

Ye Feng didn't use a sword; his hands were the sharpest weapons.

Wherever he passed, it was like a fierce tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

He didn't kill anyone at all, he only did two things:

First, forcibly snatch the storage ring from the opponent's hand.

Second, smash the opponent's Dantian and Qi Sea with one palm.

For a Cultivator, this method was ten thousand times more vicious than killing them.

"Don't! I surrender! I..."

Crack.

That Wei Huo, who had been clamoring the loudest just a moment ago, had his Dantian crushed by a dark golden palm before he could finish begging for mercy, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like mud.

Three minutes.

Only three minutes.

The originally dense encirclement was now empty in a large area.

More than a hundred so-called Prodigies lay on the ground howling in all directions, the ground covered with broken Magic Treasure residue and ruined Dantians.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the ruins, casually stuffing a blood-stained storage ring into his bosom.

He patted the non-existent dust on his hem, slowly looked up, his gaze crossing a thousand meters to land precisely on the high platform.

There, Battle Heaven Dragon was clutching the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Ye Feng raised his right hand and pointed his index finger into the air.

"The ones delivering the goods are gone."

His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the dead-silent martial arts arena, carrying a chilling, gloomy air.

"Next, it's your turn."

The moment this finger was pointed, Battle Heaven Dragon, far away on the edge of the high platform, felt his eyelids jump violently.

A palpitation originating from the depths of his Bloodline rose abruptly from the bottom of his heart, as if an invisible thread had already been firmly nailed into the center of his eyebrows.