62: Chapter 62: Formation Destroyed, Men Killed, Looting the War Spoils

Hum—!

That fragment of the Formation Plate, stained with the blood essence of Kumu, seemed to come alive, frantically drawing in the Spiritual Qi drifting around.

The dark red light spread along the cracks in the ground like blood vessels. The already riddled ruins shook violently, and a suffocating smell of sulfur, mixed with an Aura of destruction, erupted from deep underground.

It is the "Earth Fire Detonation Technique."

This old bastard is ruthless; since he cannot survive, he wants to drag everyone down to be buried with this ruin.

The rock beneath their feet began to soften, and the scalding magma, like boiling red porridge, bubbled up.

Ye Feng did not even lift an eyelid.

This kind of trick to perish together can only scare those flowers in a greenhouse.

In the face of absolute power, so-called destruction is nothing more than another form of nourishment.

Instead of retreating, Ye Feng took a step forward, his figure moving like lightning, instantly appearing at the center of the Formation eye that was about to explode.

The broken sword in his hand, which had long been chipped, carried an unstoppable Aura as it slammed into the gap in the earth vein, from which the dark red light was erupting.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, fully activated.

"Swallow it for me!"

The earth vein fire evil, which was originally violent enough to overturn the entire mountain, seemed to have met its natural predator the moment it touched the broken sword.

Those rampant streams of red energy were forcibly twisted, forming a huge funnel, and poured frantically into Ye Feng's body along the sword blade.

Pain. His Meridians felt like they were being scraped by red-hot iron sand. But immediately after, came extreme comfort.

After being converted by the Chaos Sword Body, this violent energy, capable of burning the sky and boiling the sea, turned into the purest and most immaculate spiritual power, washing over Ye Feng's newly condensed Golden Core like a river flowing into the sea.

His Golden Core Middle Stage Realm, which had been somewhat unstable, was instantly solidified under the infusion of this massive energy, becoming as steady as a rock.

Even, Ye Feng felt that his breath carried a hint of scorching fire poison.

The Kumu Daoist not far away looked as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.

His originally ferocious smile froze on his face, turning into ghost-like terror.

"He can even eat a earth vein explosion?"

"Is he even human?"

"This is clearly an Ancient Fierce Beast in human skin!"

"Must escape!"

The Kumu Daoist couldn't even care about the severe pain caused by the backlash and scrambled towards the exit a hundred meters away.

There was a path to survival; as long as he escaped, even if he lost all his cultivation, he could at least survive.

Just at the moment his fingers were about to touch the light screen of the exit.

A cold snort came from behind.

Without any extra movements, Ye Feng simply pressed a palm against the Void Realm.

The massive Qi, which had nowhere to vent after his recent Breakthrough, found an outlet at this moment.

The air was compressed into an invisible wall, slamming heavily onto the back of the Kumu Daoist.

He didn't even have time to scream.

The Kumu Daoist's head, like a ripe watermelon, was directly pressed into his chest cavity by this terrifying palm force, and then his whole body exploded into a mist of blood.

After hundreds of years of scheming, all that remained were a pile of broken Formation Flags scattered on the ground, and those three Formation secret manuals he regarded as treasures.

The dust settled.

Ye Feng put away the broken sword, not even bothering to look at the pool of blood, and turned to start cleaning up the battlefield.

This is the rule of the cultivation world: the winner takes all.

His figure weaved through the ruins like a ghost, skillfully stripping off one storage ring after another.

Although these so-called Sect Prodigies had average strength, their wealth was indeed substantial.

Especially that Battle Heaven Dragon; the Spirit Stones in his storage ring were piled into a small mountain, with at least hundreds of thousands of High-Grade Spirit Stones. These alone were worth half a year's national treasury income of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Ye Feng's fingers touched a cold object in the corner of Battle Heaven Dragon's ring.

It was a cyan, ancient Jade Slip with a lifelike Dragon shadow carved on it. When he probed it slightly with his Divine Sense, it was all Chaos inside, evidently sealed by a highly sophisticated Restriction.

"Interesting."

Being hidden so deeply by a family disciple like Battle Heaven Dragon, it is definitely not an ordinary item.

Ye Feng casually threw it into his storage space; now was not the time to study this thing.

At this moment, heavy footsteps were heard.

Iron Tower limped out from the pile of rubble, holding three cold, gleaming weapons in his hands.

These were left behind by the three Loose Cultivator Geniuses who had been pierced by the dragon spear earlier: one horse-chopping saber and two water-parting daggers, all of which were High Grade Profound Rank items.

The big simpleton handed the weapons to Ye Feng, scratched his head honestly, and didn't say anything, but his meaning was obvious: "Your spoils of war."

Ye Feng was not polite either; he reached out and grabbed the horse-chopping saber.

If such a Profound Rank weapon were sold, it would be enough to make ordinary Cultivators fight to the death for it, but in Ye Feng's eyes, it was just a harder biscuit.

Crack.

A tooth-aching sound of metal shattering rang out.

Ye Feng opened his mouth and bit onto the blade. The hard mysterious iron was like crispy rice crust in his mouth, chewed up and swallowed in a few bites.

As the metal essence entered his stomach, a faint bronze luster appeared on the skin of his body, a sign that the defense of his Physical Body had been strengthened once again.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, not even a scrap of the three Profound Rank weapons remained.

Ye Feng wiped his mouth, still feeling unsatisfied, and felt the bones all over his body emitting joyful pops.

He tidied his clothes slightly, looked past the mess on the ground, and looked again at the woman in white on the high ground in the distance.

Mo Qianxue had not left.

She was still standing there, only her complexion was a bit paler than before.

Especially when her gaze swept over Battle Heaven Dragon's headless corpse, there was not only no joy of revenge in her eyes, but rather an unconcealable worry.

Ye Feng keenly captured this detail.

Since she didn't run, it meant she had something to say.

He patted the iron filings off his hands and walked towards Mo Qianxue.

With one step down, the oppressive feeling belonging to the Golden Core Middle Stage Peak surged towards the cold woman like a tide.