70: Chapter 70 A Desolate Sword Forest, A Deadly Situation

As the scent of a living being flooded in, this forest of steel 'came to life'.

Zheng—!

The ear-piercing screech of metal friction instantly exploded; it wasn't just one tree moving, but thousands of ancient trees cobbled together from broken swords trembling simultaneously.

The originally deathly still air was torn apart as countless solidified Sword Gang, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, shot out from all directions with no blind spots.

Each streak of Sword Gang carried a sharp Qi sufficient to pierce through metal and stone, giving no one a chance to breathe.

"Watch out!"

Iron Tower let out a furious roar and stepped to the very front, slamming the heavy Profound Iron Great Shield in his hand into the ground, attempting to build a defensive line of steel.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

The impact was as dense as rain hitting banana leaves.

The Profound Iron Shield, capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from a Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this forest of Sword Qi.

In just a single encounter, hundreds of light-piercing holes appeared on the shield's surface, and over a dozen streaks of Sword Qi passed through the shield, plowing blood-filled furrows into Iron Tower's rock-like muscles.

"Get back."

Ye Feng's voice was cold and hard. At some point, his hand had already gripped the center of Iron Tower's back, and with a sudden burst of strength, he flung the three-hundred-pound giant behind him.

At the same time, the dragon spear in his hand vibrated violently, the tip tracing a bizarre arc.

It wasn't a block, but a redirection.

Karmic Detachment.

Since this sky full of Sword Gang was aimed at the 'living', he would let them aim at something even tougher.

Ye Feng poured his killing intent into the dragon spear without reservation, instantly turning himself into a human magnet.

The thousands of Sword Gang originally aimed at Iron Tower and Mo Qianxue were like sharks that had caught the scent of blood, abruptly changing direction in mid-air and swarming toward Ye Feng alone.

"Come at me!"

Ye Feng advanced instead of retreating, pushing his Chaos Devouring Sword Body to the limit as a layer of dull black-gold flowing light covered his skin.

Ding, ding, dang, dang!

Sparks flew in all directions.

Even with the Devouring Sword Body forcibly reducing the damage by fifty percent, the intense pain, akin to being sliced a thousand times, still caused Ye Feng to frown slightly.

His clothes instantly shredded, and countless fine bloodstains cracked open on his skin, making him look as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

But this pain instead aroused the ferocity in his bones.

Just as the sword rain momentarily subsided, from deep within the sword forest ahead, the sound of heavy footsteps crushed the scrap iron on the ground.

Kacha, kacha.

A two-meter-tall humanoid Puppet slowly walked out.

It had no facial features and was cast entirely from Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron. Its arms were not hands but two greatswords emitting a chilling frost.

At its chest, a fist-sized Top-grade Ice Spirit Stone emitted a faint blue glow; it was its heart and the source of its power.

Sword Tomb Guardian, Sword One.

There was no opening dialogue.

The moment Sword One appeared, its arms swung out in a sudden cross.

Chila!

The vacuum zone in front was forcibly torn apart by two crisscrossing Icy Sword Qi, even space itself seemed frozen as it headed straight for Ye Feng's throat with a despair-inducing low temperature.

If this strike were taken head-on, even a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator would be sliced in two.

"Too slow."

A brilliant light exploded in Ye Feng's eyes, lightning flashed beneath his feet, and he activated Instant Step.

He didn't dodge the sharp edge of the Sword Qi but instead, like a swimming fish, moved upstream against the chill that could freeze the Soul, instantly closing in on Sword One.

The five fingers of his right hand formed a claw, carrying a devouring power that could tear through anything, and thrust directly toward the Ice Spirit Stone in Sword One's chest.

As if sensing a fatal threat, the defensive Formation inside Sword One's body activated instantly.

An extremely terrifying Frigid Sword Intent erupted from its body, and the air within a ten-zhang radius instantly condensed into ice crystals.

This cold air wasn't aimed at the physical body but rather seeped through the pores into the Meridians, attempting to freeze the intruder's circulation of spiritual power.

If it were anyone else, their Meridians would have already shattered into pieces.

But Ye Feng smiled.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.

He had just devoured too much chaotic spiritual power, and the Nine-Veiend Golden Core in his body was on the verge of expanding too far; this cold air came at just the right time!

"Devour for me!"

A black hole opened in Ye Feng's chest. Instead of resisting the cold air, he acted like a whale swallowing water, forcibly pulling that Frigid Sword Intent—capable of freezing a Nascent Soul—into his body.

The cold air entered his body like falling into an ice cellar.

But he forcibly guided this cold current toward his Dantian, tightly wrapping it around that restless Golden Core.

Kaka, kaka!

Under the powerful compression of this frigid power, the originally somewhat unstable Golden Core rapidly contracted and condensed. Those tiny cracks caused by energy overload were actually 'frozen' shut by the cold air.

It was during this brief moment of energy extraction that Sword One's originally smooth movements suffered a fatal stutter.

It was a Puppet; without energy to drive it, it was just a pile of scrap iron.

"Thanks."

Ye Feng sneered, his fingers avoiding the Spirit Stone and instead gripping the right arm joint of Sword One, which was made entirely of cold iron.

Chaos power erupted.

Break for me!

The tooth-grinding sound of metal tearing rang out.

Ye Feng planted his feet on the ground and exerted power from his waist, actually tearing Sword One's indestructible right arm out by its roots!

"Iron Tower, catch! This thing is more useful than your shield!"

With a casual toss, the cold iron severed arm flew toward the back with a whistling sound.

Just as he finished this, before he could even take a breath, the entire sword forest suddenly went silent.

This silence was even more heart-pounding than the previous clamor.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was like the heartbeat of some ancient giant beast.

The disorganized ancient trees of broken swords all around stopped vibrating. All the Sword Intent, Evil Qi, and killing intent synchronized eerily at this moment.

Thousands of Sword Gang soared into the sky, rapidly converging in the Void Realm a hundred meters above the three of them.

In the blink of an eye.

A hundred-meter-long phantom greatsword, condensed entirely from Slaughter Sword Intent, hung over everyone's heads.

That terrifying pressure caused the bones throughout Ye Feng's body to emit overburdened cracking sounds, and the ground beneath his feet fractured inch by inch.

This was no longer a power that the Golden Core Stage could withstand.

This was Heavenly Punishment.

The greatsword trembled slightly, its tip pointing directly at the crown of Ye Feng's head.

The next second, it slashed down with a boom.