72: Chapter 72 The Core Chamber, The Sword Demon Descends

The blood mist exploded.

There was no spatial teleportation as imagined.

The Talismanic Incantation in Gu Jian's palm turned into a pool of foul-smelling, filthy blood, directly corroding through the seemingly unbreakable Restriction light barrier and burning an irregular hole just large enough for one person to pass through.

"Want to run?"

Ye Feng tapped his toes lightly against the Void Realm, his figure moving like lightning. A second before the hole healed, he forced his way in, bringing Iron Tower and Mo Qianxue along with him.

His vision suddenly widened, and immediately after, a nauseating smell of rust rushed toward his face.

This was not some treasure vault, but a prison.

The surrounding walls were carved with dark red formation patterns, each line wriggling like a living creature, eventually converging toward a pool of blood in the center.

Above the blood pool, a crimson broken sword, severed into three pieces, floated. The hilt was engraved with ancient seal characters—Chi Xiao.

And beneath the broken sword, nine thick chains were pulled taut, tightly locking down an illusory shadow.

That shadow had disheveled hair and eyes as red as blood. Although it was only a remnant Soul, the tyrannical aura it exuded was ten times more terrifying than the previous Puppet Sword One.

Sword Demon, Chi Feng.

"Old Ancestor, save me! I am a True Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, here specifically to offer a sacrifice!"

Gu Jian stumbled to the edge of the blood pool. Without any hesitation, under the pressure of life and death, he gritted his teeth fiercely. His left hand formed a blade with his fingers, and he actually chopped off his own right arm, whose Meridians had already been shattered by Ye Feng, right at the root.

Blood spurted out as the entire severed arm fell into the blood pool.

"With Senior's Divine Might, as long as you consume this blood sacrifice, you will surely be able to kill that madman behind me!" Gu Jian's face was deathly pale, but his eyes flickered with the madness of a desperate gamble.

He was gambling.

The blood pool began to boil.

The locked crimson remnant Soul suddenly raised its head, revealing a face as withered as a vengeful ghost, and greedily took a deep breath.

"Heavenly Sword Sect... It has been a long time since I smelled such pure idiot scent."

The hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing against bone.

The next second, the blood in the pool did not go to nourish the severed arm; instead, it transformed into a hideous blood hand that grabbed Gu Jian by the throat.

"Senior? You..." Gu Jian's eyes bulged.

"How is one arm enough? Since you're here, stay here forever."

Chi Feng's remnant Soul sneered, and the blood hand tightened abruptly.

There was no room for any resistance.

Gu Jian didn't even have time to crush his second life-saving Talismanic Incantation before his vital essence was forcibly extracted like floodwater from an opened gate. His originally robust body shriveled at a visible rate, and in an instant, he turned into a dried corpse that looked like it had been air-dried for a hundred years, tossed aside casually.

He was ruined.

Even if he didn't die, he would be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Having devoured the vital essence of a True Disciple with the potential of the Nascent Soul Stage, Chi Feng's originally illusory body instantly solidified by thirty percent. Those crimson eyes crossed over the dried corpse and locked firmly onto Ye Feng, who had just landed.

"Such vigorous blood energy... Is that the scent of Chaos?"

A heart-palpitating greed erupted in Chi Feng's ghostly eyes. He shook his arms, causing the chains to rattle.

"Die!"

A hundred streams of blood-colored Sword Qi condensed out of thin air.

Unlike the previous physical sword energy, these streams of Sword Qi were composed entirely of resentment and Evil Qi, ignoring Physical Body defenses and striking directly at the Divine Soul.

"Dodge!" Mo Qianxue's expression changed drastically, and the Mirage Pearl in her hand lit up again.

"No need."

Ye Feng stepped forward, blocking in front of the two.

Facing this overwhelming spiritual onslaught, instead of guarding his Sea of Consciousness, he swung his dragon spear, making an extremely incongruous sweeping motion.

Primordial Chaos Devouring Sword Body, Rotate!

The originally intangible and formless Sword Qi of resentment had its nature twisted bizarrely the moment it touched the force field of the dragon spear.

The massive black hole inside Ye Feng's body spun in reverse frantically, forcibly stripping the intangible energy of "resentment" through rules and converting it into the purest, most primitive kinetic energy.

Since you attack my Divine Soul, I will turn you into a stone and smash it back at you.

The dragon spear swept across.

The hundred streams of blood-colored Sword Qi seemed to collide with an invisible wall, were forcibly slapped into a shattering blast of air, and slammed fiercely against the stone walls of the secret chamber, creating a terrifying pit several meters deep, with broken stones flying everywhere.

"Hmm? Karma Reversal?" For the first time, astonishment appeared on Chi Feng's vengeful ghost face. "What kind of evil technique do you practice, brat?"

Ye Feng did not waste words.

He knew very well that fighting such an old ghost who had lived for who knows how many years, the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it was.

Physical attacks were ineffective, and energy attacks would be devoured.

Then he would attack the Origin.

Taking advantage of Chi Feng's moment of astonishment, lightning burst beneath Ye Feng's feet. Flash Step was activated, and he collided directly into that nauseating, bloody force field.

Close quarters.

Chi Feng sneered: "Courting death! This seat is an immortal Soul..."

Before he could finish his words, a slender and powerful palm had already passed through layers of blood mist, ignoring the Evil Qi defense on Chi Feng's body surface, and accurately grabbed his crown.

This palm had no spiritual power fluctuations.

Only a kind of profound and obscure rule power danced at his fingertips.

Black light flared in Ye Feng's eyes; that was the prototype of the rule he had comprehended through countless devourings—Karma Stripping.

Since you are a Soul body, I will cut off the "Origin Intent" that maintains your existence.

"Break for me!"

Ye Feng's five fingers tightened abruptly.

"Ah—!!!"

Chi Feng let out a shrill, extreme scream. That was not the pain of the Physical Body, but the fear of being torn apart from the depths of his Soul.

He felt that his connection to this world was being forcibly erased by this hand.

The entire secret chamber began to tremble violently.

The blood pool boiled frantically like boiling water, and the formation patterns on the surrounding walls crumbled inch by inch.

"Want to devour me? You are not worthy!!" Chi Feng struggled frantically, attempting to detonate his remnant Soul to perish together.

"Shut up, get in."

Ye Feng snorted coldly. The black hole in his chest erupted completely, and an incomparably overbearing suction force poured into Chi Feng's head along his arm.

There was no flashy fighting technique.

It was just the most primitive big fish eating small fish.

In front of the Chaos Devouring Sword Body, the so-called Sword Demon remnant Soul was nothing more than a highly nourishing, high-purity energy mass.

As the last unwilling roar dissipated, Chi Feng's massive Soul body turned into a crimson torrent, all of which was devoured into Ye Feng's body.

Rumble!

Inside Ye Feng's body, that originally golden nine-patterned Golden Core, after devouring this violent Sword Demon Origin, slowly revealed a trace of eerie blood-red on the original golden patterns.

Gold and red intertwined, and Evil Qi soared to the sky.

At the same time, the secret chamber, having lost the support of Chi Feng's power, finally could not bear the burden.

Crack!

The thick stone ceiling overhead completely cracked open, and a dazzling beam of teleportation light descended from the sky, directly enveloping the center of the secret chamber.

That was the only path to survival leading to the outside world.

However.

Before the three of them could breathe a sigh of relief, three terrifyingly peerless Divine Sense pressures, like materialized golden chains, twisted and killed down along that beam of light, instantly sealing off all retreat paths.

Nascent Soul Stage.

And there were three of them.