75: Chapter 75 Enemy of a Hundred Nations, First Battle Begins

Hoofbeats thundered like rolling thunder. Four Green-Scaled Horses with wings on their backs trampled through the Void Realm. A gust of bloody wind swept by, forming a fan shape that tightly sealed off the path ahead.

The four riders on the horses were all clad in uniform silver armor, with the four cold, rigid characters "Spirit Realm Patrol" embroidered prominently on their chests.

The leader reined in his horse to a halt, and a palm-sized antique bronze mirror in his palm suddenly shone down.

The red light on the mirror's surface flared intensely, and a piercing buzzing sound exploded, making people's eardrums ache in the deathly silent canyon.

"Red light fills the sky, and the stench is overwhelming."

He put away the bronze mirror. His gaze, as if examining dead objects on a cutting board, slowly scraped over Ye Feng and the other two. A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, "Indeed, rats smuggled up from the Lower Realm."

"Captain, are these three also fifty Spirit Crystals?" the guard on the left asked in a low voice.

"One hundred for the dead, one hundred and fifty for the living."

The man called Lu Fei slowly drew his sword, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something most ordinary, "Remember my name, Lu Fei. When you reach the underworld, don't report the wrong enemy."

Lu Fei. Ye Feng repeated it silently in his heart. It wasn't fear, but before killing someone, one must always clearly remember who is to be slaughtered.

"Do people in the Spirit Realm always talk so much nonsense?"

He flicked his wrists lightly, his knuckles cracking, and a long-suppressed fierce Aura slowly emanated.

Having just crawled out of that hellish place, Duan Kong Cliff, his desire to kill was at its peak. Since nourishment had been delivered to his doorstep, it would be a waste not to take it.

"You're courting death!" Cold light flared in Lu Fei's eyes, and his long sword rang as it left its sheath.

That was a High Grade Magic Treasure. Green Protective Aura flowed along the blade, and as soon as it left his hand, it expanded in the wind.

In an instant, the three-foot green blade split into thousands of green Sword Qi shadows, dense and numerous, blotting out the sky and sun.

It was not an illusion; every Sword Qi shadow was as solid as reality, capable of cutting metal and snapping jade.

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin! It's Captain Lu's signature Move!" The three guards behind him were full of fanaticism.

The green light filling the sky was like a torrential downpour, instantly covering a hundred meters in radius.

The air was shredded into pieces, and the piercing whistling sound was deafening.

Mo Qianxue's face turned pale, and she subconsciously wanted to summon her Magic Treasure, but when she glanced over, Ye Feng was standing there, completely motionless.

He wasn't dodging?

Ye Feng naturally wouldn't dodge. The Sword Qi of the Spirit Realm was more than ten times purer than that of the Lower Realm.

How could this be a killing Move? It was clearly a great tonic.

He took a step forward. Instead of defending, he opened his chest directly, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed fiercely at the rain of swords.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, activate!

A pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared in his palm, like an eternally unsatisfied giant mouth. A violent suction force swept out, causing even the space to twist slightly.

Those aggressive green Sword Qi shadows, upon touching the edge of the vortex, were like clay oxen entering the sea. Without making even a sound, they were forcefully swallowed into his body.

"Burp." Ye Feng's Adam's apple moved as he let out a light burp.

After a stinging pain in his Meridians, there was an unprecedented sense of comfort—the Sword Qi was crushed, purified, assimilated, and completely transformed into his own power.

"What?!" Lu Fei, on horseback, had his eyes bulging, almost popping out of their sockets.

He frantically performed sword incantations, wanting to retrieve his life-bound Flying Sword, only to discover with horror that the Divine Soul connection between him and the Flying Sword had been forcefully severed.

Clean and neat, leaving no room for anything else.

"Returning it to you." Ye Feng sneered, a flash of black light appearing in his palm.

That green long sword reappeared, but now it was entwined with pitch-black thunder, which was the Chaos power unique to him.

He swung it backhanded. There was no grandeur of ten thousand swords firing at once, only a streak of black lightning tearing through the sky.

It was too fast. So fast that before Lu Fei could even blink, his protective spiritual shield was torn apart like thin paper.

Puchi—the black sword pierced through his chest and out his back, bringing with it a mass of charred flesh, and nailed him fiercely to the boulder behind him.

The tail of the sword hummed and vibrated. Lu Fei's body stiffened on the horse, a blood hole through his chest visible from front to back, and his life force was instantly extinguished.

A one-hit kill.

"Captain!" The remaining three Golden Core guards were so frightened that their souls flew away and spirits scattered.

This was no Lower Realm smuggling rat; this was clearly an Ancient Fierce Beast in human skin!

"Form up! Three Talents Absolute Kill!" The three reacted extremely quickly, instantly standing in a triangular Formation. Their spiritual power connected along the Formation patterns beneath their feet, and their Aura faintly surpassed the Golden Core boundary.

"A Formation?" A look of disdain curled at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

In the past, it might have taken some effort. But after swallowing the Primordial Sword Intent, in his eyes, this crude Formation was nothing more than a tattered net full of holes.

Thunder light exploded beneath his feet, and his Flash Step was fully activated. His afterimage remained in place, while his real body had already appeared like a ghost at the core node where the three's Auras converged.

"Here, it breaks." Ye Feng gripped the air with both hands, as if grabbing invisible threads in the air, and yanked them hard.

Karma stripped away. He didn't need to understand the principles of the Formation; he could only see the "veins" of spiritual power flowing. Since he couldn't understand it, he would just cut it off directly.

A muffled sound, like a bowstring snapping, exploded in the air. The three people who had been connected as one were like a high-speed carriage that suddenly broke its axle, instantly losing control.

"Puff—" "Puff—" "Puff—" Three streams of blood sprayed out simultaneously. Under the backlash of the Formation, the three's Auras withered instantly.

"My turn!" Iron Tower, who had been bottling up a bellyful of anger, let out a roar and charged forward like a frenzied bear.

There were no fancy Moves, only fists the size of sand pots. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three muffled sounds, like watermelons bursting.

The three Spirit Realm patrols, who had been showing off their might just moments ago, had their skulls smashed directly into their chests and died on the spot.

The battle ended absurdly fast. Ye Feng skillfully patted down Lu Fei's corpse, taking out a sheepskin map and a few crystals rich in Spiritual Qi.

"So this is a Spirit Crystal?" He picked one up, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and bit down with a "crunch."

Pure Spiritual Qi exploded, and the hidden injuries left from resisting the spatial turbulence earlier healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This Spirit Realm was indeed full of treasures everywhere. He unfolded the map, his gaze locked tightly onto the red dot in the north—Heaven Sword City.

Since Old Nine said the key to saving people was there, then he would go there.

Ye Feng pinned the blood-stained Ye-character command feather to his chest, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year glacial ice.

"Rest is over. Iron Tower, carry Qianxue."

"Anyone who blocks the path, whether human or ghost, do not leave them alive."

"We are going to slaughter our way there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently. It wasn't an earthquake. Ye Feng looked up sharply.

He saw that where they had just fallen, the spatial crack that had already closed was torn open again by the spiritual power fluctuations from the battle just now.

A pitch-black crack in the Void Realm, like the giant mouth of a sky-devouring beast, silently spread to their feet...