6: Chapter 6: Devouring the Sword Body, Going Berserk!

The heavy black iron sword carried a shrill wind pressure, slashing straight down toward Ye Feng's shoulder!

For this strike, Zhang Hu exhausted all his power, squeezing out every ounce of his strength.

Having been a dog under Wang Sen for three years, he understood this steward's temperament best—whoever bit the hardest would get the fattest bone.

Today, he would definitely hack this brat into a human stick!

Zhang Hu sneered in his heart, as if the crisp sound of shattering bones was already ringing in his ears.

Yet Ye Feng, within his line of sight, didn't even blink.

Instead of dodging, he puffed out his shoulder, actively meeting the sharp blade!

"Seeking death!"

"Clang—!"

A harsh, loud noise exploded, sparks splattering everywhere, shaking one's eardrums with pain.

The expected spray of blood did not appear; instead, Zhang Hu's entire body jolted, feeling as if his sword had struck ten-thousand-year cold iron.

A massive force surged up the sword hilt, numbing his tiger's mouth and causing half his body to instantly lose sensation.

The clothes on Ye Feng's shoulder burst apart, exposing his bronze-colored skin.

Where the blade had slashed, only a faint white mark remained, not even breaking the skin!

The half-broken bronze sword he had just swallowed had long since transformed into rolling golden metal Qi within his body, tempering every inch of his skin and every bone.

At this moment, he was an indestructible humanoid weapon!

"This... this is impossible?!"

Zhang Hu's pupils constricted like needles, his hand gripping the sword trembling violently, almost unable to hold onto the hilt.

Ye Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes churning with a heart-stopping indifference, like a Vicious Beast sizing up prey that had delivered itself to his doorstep.

"Too little force, didn't you eat?"

Before the words fell, Ye Feng's chest suddenly swelled, and a low, muffled roar erupted from his throat.

A visible, semi-transparent Sword Qi erupted from his mouth, precisely slamming into the spine of the heavy black iron sword!

This was the most basic application of the Chaos Devouring Sword Body—using the body as a sheath to Cultivate a breath of Innate Sword Qi!

Crack—!

That heavy black iron sword, capable of cutting gold and jade, shattered right in the middle under the horrified gazes of everyone!

The flying sword tip grazed Zhang Hu's cheek, instantly carving out a bloodstain deep enough to see bone.

Zhang Hu was completely terrified, instinctively wanting to let go and retreat.

But a large hand, like an iron pincer, had already clamped tightly onto his throat, with such force that it was almost crushing his neck.

"Since you've come, don't leave." Ye Feng's tone was calm, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness. "Perfect, I'm missing an appetizer."

As his words fell, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from Ye Feng's palm.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, operating at full power!

Zhang Hu didn't even have time to scream; he only felt his entire body's blood, Spiritual Qi, and even the vitality in his bones surging like a bursting dam toward the hand at his neck at this moment.

His originally sturdy body withered at a visible rate, his skin rapidly turning gray and wrinkled, sticking tightly to his bones.

It took no more than two breaths.

Thud.

Ye Feng tossed him aside, and the corpse, looking like withered wood, rolled onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A stream of extremely pure heat rushed through his arm into his Dantian, and Ye Feng squinted his eyes comfortably.

The Bottleneck of the fifth level of Body Refining that had shackled him for so long emitted a cracking sound under the onslaught of this external Spiritual Qi—the Breakthrough was happening right now!

This was the pleasure of devouring!

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Those Law Enforcement Disciples who had been aggressive just a moment ago were now all pale, their legs weak, involuntarily retreating again and again.

What kind of demonic art is this?

Is this still that Trash Servant who let others bully him and didn't fight back?

"Demonic Technique! This is definitely a Demonic Technique!"

Wang Sen was the first to recover.

After a brief moment of terror, endless greed instantly overwhelmed him—a Trash Servant suddenly possessing the ability to be impervious to swords and spears and to devour essence and blood must definitely be hiding a shocking secret!

Perhaps it was a Legacy treasure left behind by an ancient evil cultivator!

If he could seize this secret, he would surely soar into the sky!

Killing intent surged in Wang Sen's eyes, and greed completely crushed his reason.

"Ye Feng! You dare to Cultivate such a heinous evil art!" He roared, no longer able to maintain the airs of a steward, and lunged forward. "If I don't grind your bones to dust today, heaven will not tolerate it!"

The crimson longsword at his waist unsheathed in response, its sharp edge exposed, and the temperature in the air soared suddenly.

Yellow Rank Medium Grade Martial Skill—Blazing Fire Sword Technique!

Combined with Wang Sen's Qi Gathering Realm cultivation, a layer of crimson flames actually rose on the sword blade, and the scrap iron on the surrounding ground was scorched red and hot by this heatwave.

The scorching heatwave rushed toward his face, instantly scorching the stray hair on Ye Feng's forehead.

"Old dog, if you want to steal an Opportunity, just say so; stop pinning these high-sounding labels on me."

Ye Feng snorted coldly, not retreating but advancing instead.

The essence and blood Spiritual Qi obtained from devouring Zhang Hu was still rampaging in his body; it was perfect to use this old dog's hand to temper his Physical Body and stabilize his Realm!

He clenched his fists tightly, a faint metallic luster appearing on his knuckles—that was the remnant Evil Qi of metal and iron from devouring the scrap swords earlier!

The bluestone under his feet was shattered by a single step, and Ye Feng, like a cannonball fired from a chamber, carried overwhelming ferocity as he smashed fiercely toward the sky full of firelight!

Using his Physical Body to hard-clash against a Spiritual Artifact!

"Not knowing life from death!" Wang Sen sneered, waving his sword to stab straight at Ye Feng's heart.

Fist and sword collided!

A visible wave of Qi exploded from the center of the two, kicking up dust and smoke, and the surrounding gravel was shaken and sent flying everywhere.

The sneer on Wang Sen's face instantly froze.

What came from the sword blade was not the smooth sensation of entering flesh as expected, but a massive force that was overwhelming and tyrannically overbearing!

That power not only dispersed the protective Spiritual Qi around his body, but a strand of bone-chilling cold Evil Qi of metal and iron also drilled into his body along his Meridians, wildly disrupting his Spiritual Qi circulation!

Stumble, stumble, stumble—!

Wang Sen retreated five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground, until his back slammed hard against a boulder, and he barely managed to steady himself.

His tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the crimson sword hilt, landing on the scorching ground, making a hissing sound and instantly evaporating into white smoke.

In contrast, Ye Feng, although pushed back three steps and having an extra charred sword mark on his fist, had eyes that were frighteningly bright, and his Battle Intent was monstrous, almost ready to burst through his chest!

Fifth level of Body Refining, hard-clashing against the Qi Gathering Realm, and actually pushing the opponent back!

If such a battle record were spread, the entire Sect would be in an uproar!

Wang Sen stared fixedly at Ye Feng, the greed in his heart having long been completely replaced by cold killing intent.

This boy must never be left alive!

If he were allowed to leave alive today, when he grew up in the future, the one who would die would definitely be himself!

He must kill him right now! Even if it meant destroying the secret on him, he must never leave any future trouble!

Wang Sen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning blood in his body, and all the Spiritual Qi in his body poured madly into the longsword in his hand.

The crimson flames on the sword blade slowly turned into an eerie ghostly blue, and the temperature became increasingly terrifying.

A suffocatingly dangerous Aura locked tightly onto Ye Feng's crown—he was about to use a killing move!