61: Chapter 61 The Dragon Spear Changes Hands, Eliminating the Roots

The hot blood of the two dead soldiers flowed down the spear shaft, sizzling, and was evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature before it could even drip onto the ground.

Battle Heaven Dragon's pupils shrank to the size of needle points.

He was afraid.

This heir of the Battle family, who was usually arrogant and looked down on everyone, now had only one word in his mind: Run!

"Ah!! Blood Burning Escape!"

Battle Heaven Dragon roared, his skin instantly turning a purplish-red.

Regardless of the cost, he burned his life essence, grabbing the still-vibrating spear shaft with both hands, trying to forcibly pull it out of the stone pillar.

As long as he got the dragon spear back and used the protection of the Holy Weapon's spirit, there was still a glimmer of hope.

However, a slender and powerful palm, as if crossing space, pressed onto the end of the dragon spear without warning.

Ye Feng had stuck to him at some point, their noses less than three inches apart.

His gaze was indifferent, as if looking at a struggling grasshopper.

"Since you like this pillar so much, then stay here forever."

Ye Feng exerted force with his right hand.

Hum—!

The terrifying brute force of his Physical Body erupted along the spear shaft.

The spear tip, which had only entered the stone by a third, was forced another half-foot deeper amidst a harsh grinding sound.

Crack.

A crisp sound, not from the stone, but from inside the Blood Red dragon spear.

Battle Heaven Dragon felt as if his mind had been struck hard by a heavy hammer; the faint connection of his Divine Soul to the dragon spear was completely severed by this blow.

A large mouthful of black blood mixed with pieces of internal organs sprayed out.

His life-bound weapon had been forcibly taken away, and the backlash hit him like a tidal wave.

"Ye Feng... how dare you..."

Battle Heaven Dragon's eyes were blood-red, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his disheveled hair made him look like a fierce ghost.

It was over.

His Divine Soul was severely damaged, and he had lost all his trump cards.

A madness born of despair instantly devoured his sanity.

"If I can't have it, you won't get it either! If I'm going to die, we'll die together!!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly shone from Battle Heaven Dragon's Dantian. His Golden Core, which was originally the size of a fist, expanded violently like an inflated balloon, the destructive aura causing the surrounding air to twist and thicken.

Golden Core self-detonation.

At this distance, even a Nascent Soul Stage old monster would be stripped of a layer of skin.

"Want to act like a bomb?"

A mocking smile curled the corners of Ye Feng's mouth. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his left hand clawing and hooking firmly onto Battle Heaven Dragon's bulging Dantian.

A suicidal act?

Chaos Sword Body, time to eat.

"Karma stripping, reverse Chaos!"

A black hole appeared in his palm.

Battle Heaven Dragon watched in horror as his Golden Core, which was about to explode, leaked like a deflating balloon.

The energy that was violently expanding outward was forcibly pulled out by a domineering suction force.

But this energy was too dirty, filled with resentment and violent fire poison.

Eating it would easily cause a stomachache.

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold. He pressed his left hand down hard, guiding this massive, chaotic energy flow directly into the ground beneath his feet through his arm.

Rumble—!

The Spiritual Vein sleeping deep underground was choked by this sudden influx of external energy and let out an angry roar.

The entire ruin shook violently, and countless rocks flew off.

"No... my cultivation... my Golden Core..."

The light in Battle Heaven Dragon's eyes faded rapidly, and his body went limp like a pile of mud.

Without the Golden Core to support him, he was a cripple.

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open."

Ye Feng didn't waste any words, his right hand pulling out the Blood Red dragon spear nailed to the stone pillar.

A cold glint flashed.

A head flew into the sky, with extreme horror and unwillingness frozen on its face.

Before the corpse could fall, the violent gale erupting from the cracks in the underground Spiritual Vein instantly swept the remains into it, twisting them into a sky full of blood mist.

The dignified heir of the Battle family was left with no bones remaining.

A deathly silence.

At the edge of the ruins in the distance, the three Loose Cultivator Geniuses who were still watching were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Even Battle Heaven Dragon had been slaughtered like a chicken; they were nothing!

"Run! Split up and run!"

One of them roared, and the three of them simultaneously produced a silver-glowing Talisman with great tacit understanding.

Ten Thousand Mile Divine Travel Talisman.

Spatial fluctuations instantly enveloped the three of them, and they were about to escape into the Void Realm.

"Since you've already come, what's the rush."

Ye Feng didn't even look, just flicked his wrist.

The Blood Red dragon spear in his hand let out a high-pitched dragon roar, and on the spear shaft, Chaos-colored Sword Intent wound around it like a maggot on a bone.

The long spear left his hand, exploding a white sonic boom cloud in the air.

The speed was so fast that the naked eye couldn't capture it at all.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three muffled sounds almost overlapped.

The three people, who had just managed to get half their bodies into the Void Realm, hadn't even had time to celebrate before they felt a chill in their chests.

The huge inertia carried the three corpses flying dozens of meters, pinning them firmly against a broken wall on the outskirts of the ruins like sugar-coated haws.

The tail feathers of the dragon spear were still vibrating violently, without a drop of blood on them.

Ye Feng clapped his hands and slowly turned his gaze behind a huge stone pillar on the left.

"Watched the show for so long, not coming out to say hello?"

Behind the stone pillar, a corner of a garment stiffened slightly.

Mo Qianxue took a deep breath, and the "Ice Soul Divine Needle" that had been condensing at her fingertips quietly dissipated.

This man's Divine Sense was too sharp; it was impossible to hide.

Moreover, that killing intent had already locked onto her. If she dared to have any intention of attacking, in the next second, that spear would be nailed to her throat.

He was a ruthless person.

Mo Qianxue walked out of the shadows decisively, a slightly stiff smile forced onto her beautiful face, her hands raised high to show she was not holding any weapons.

"Senior Brother Ye has such Divine Might, Qianxue is impressed."

She didn't walk toward Ye Feng, but flipped her wrist, and a jade-green Medicinal Pill emitting a rich medicinal fragrance flew out, drawing a parabola in the air.

The target wasn't Ye Feng, but the Iron Tower giant who was panting in the corner.

"This is a 'Jade Bone Flesh-Generating Pill', it has a miraculous effect on skin and flesh wounds."

Mo Qianxue's voice was crisp, and her attitude was extremely low, "Consider it a little greeting gift from Qianxue. As for what happened here, I saw nothing."

A smart person.

Ye Feng glanced at the Medicinal Pill. The Chaos Sword Body didn't sense any toxicity, so he didn't stop it.

Iron Tower caught the pill and looked at Ye Feng somewhat foolishly. Seeing his benefactor didn't object, he swallowed it in one gulp, and his expression, which had been grimacing in pain, eased significantly.

"Since you're just passing by, then stand further away."

Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, his tone flat.

Mo Qianxue felt relieved, as if granted amnesty, and immediately retreated to a high ground a hundred meters away, indicating her stance of completely withdrawing from the scene.

Having dealt with the flies, Ye Feng turned around and looked at the old Daoist who had been sitting on the ground in the center of the ruins, seemingly scared silly.

Daoist Withered Wood.

This old thing, who had set up the killing formation from the very beginning, was now trembling on the ground, his face covered in blood, looking like a stray dog.

But the killing intent in Ye Feng's eyes grew even stronger.

You couldn't trust the pitiful act of an old fox who had lived for hundreds of years as long as he was still breathing.

Sure enough.

Just as Ye Feng took his first step, the previously decadent-looking Daoist Withered Wood's eyes flashed with a vicious glint.

His fingers, dry as chicken claws, dug hard into his throat, and he bit his tongue hard.

A mouthful of life essence containing his lifelong cultivation wasn't sprayed toward Ye Feng, but toward the fragmented Formation Plate beneath him.