Chapter 121: The Devil Descends Upon the Land

Below, everyone was stunned, unable to speak for a long time. Ye Feng’s terror had already taken root in their hearts, yet they had never imagined he would encounter a youth even more terrifying today, one who defeated him completely.

Compared to the crowd, who remained in a state of stupefaction, experts like Xiao Ye, masters of the Spirit Emperor realm, felt a bitterness that had reached its peak. If Ye Feng were defeated, every member of the Heavenly King Alliance present here would be wiped out. The men exchanged grim looks and eventually shook their heads in helplessness. It was not that they lacked the courage to step forward and battle the youth, but the disparity in strength was simply too vast; even if all four of them attacked together, they would not survive three moves against him.

In the void, Ye Feng’s complexion was flushed, and he stumbled back eight steps. At this moment, his heart was shrouded in darkness, utterly devoid of hope.

"Kid, I didn't want to tell you this, but now that we've reached this point, we have no choice but to gamble!" The Dragon-Flood Demon King, residing within the Demon King’s Domain, seemed to have made a grave decision before finally speaking. "The Heavenly King Art is the supreme cultivation method of the ancient Guardian Clan, known for its 'Nine Turns of the Heavenly King' that can invert gods and demons. Since you are facing certain death, try reversing the Heavenly King Art and stake everything on that one chance in a thousand!"

Ye Feng was startled. "What do you mean?"

"Don't ask me; I've only heard rumors! It is said that in ancient times, the supreme Guardians would often undergo drastic changes in personality. Sometimes they would radiate divinity, but for hundreds of years at a time, they would be as terrifying as demons descending upon the earth!" After a brief pause, the Dragon-Flood Demon King continued, "It is rumored that the technique they cultivated required nine nirvanas, nine-by-nine returning to one, before it could reach perfection. It is whispered that the mysterious Great Turmoil of the ancient era occurred because someone ambushed a Guardian while they were in the midst of their final nirvana."

"How disappointing! I expected a master worth fighting, yet you are nothing but trash. What use are you alive?" While Ye Feng spoke with the Demon King, the youth in white shook his head in disappointment and muttered to himself.

The youth's words filled Ye Feng with a deep sense of humiliation. No longer doubting, he asked directly, "How do I reverse it?"

"Reversing the technique means forcing your internal spiritual energy to flow in reverse! You must not interrupt the process, or your cultivation will vanish entirely, and in the worst case, your life will..."

Boom!

Before the Dragon-Flood Demon King could finish, Ye Feng had already begun. Almost instantly, he forcibly halted the flow of his energy. Within his body, the spiritual force became deathly still.

"Aaaah!"

The next moment, the Heavenly King Art was reversed. Ye Feng poured all his strength into guiding his spiritual energy in the opposite direction. Almost as soon as he began, his meridians spasomed, and his entire body convulsed. Threads of blood began to seep from his seven orifices. At this moment, a dense, demonic aura radiated from his body, and waves of purplish-red energy surged, enveloping him.

"W-what is this secret technique?" Below, everyone was shocked once again. Jialuo and the others, who had been preparing for a final stand, involuntarily froze, staring blankly at Ye Feng in the void.

Blood continued to flow from his orifices as Ye Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the knife-like agony to force the reversal.

Hum...

After the spiritual energy completed a full cycle in reverse, it suddenly turned the color of dark, fresh blood. His three thousand strands of hair stood on end, rapidly changing from black to a deep, blood-red.

Boom!

The demon had arrived on earth. An aura of demonic malice that made everyone’s heart tremble erupted instantly.

"I want you to die..."

Rhythmic, thumping sounds echoed through the void. The next moment, Ye Feng emerged from the dark purple mist, his blood-red hair flowing wildly.

Whoosh!

Without a word, Ye Feng launched his attack. Two beams of dark purple light shot out from his blood-red eyes. Wherever the light passed, the very void rippled visibly. Seeing this, the youth from the Sacred Land offered a slight smile and pointed his long sword forward, striking the two beams of light with precision. However, his smile vanished the next moment. The seemingly unbreakable point of his sword was swallowed the instant it touched the gaze.

Clang!

In the nick of time, the youth could only cross his sword before his chest as the two dark purple beams struck him.

Puff...

Blood sprayed across the sky, and the youth’s body was sent flying backward like a meteor. At the same time, Ye Feng moved like lightning, streaking across the void to pursue him.

"Dragon Slaying!"

The broken blade whistled, emitting a beam of light nearly ten feet long as it slashed downward with immense force.

Boom!

The youth had barely stabilized his body when the violent, blood-stained strike descended upon him. The heavy blow landed squarely on his body. However, the moment the blade light touched him, Ye Feng saw a milky-white light shield suddenly shimmer into existence around the youth, enveloping him.

"You have angered me! I will tear you into pieces!" As the blade light struck, the white shield shattered, dissipating along with the overwhelming energy of the strike. In that brief moment, the youth recovered. He looked disheveled, his golden hair a mess, with blood still staining the corner of his mouth.

He walked forward, sword in hand. With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. By the time he had taken seven steps, his power had surged to its peak.

"God says, all demonic existence must be destroyed!"

He swept his sword, and the milky-white light, capable of purifying all things, shot toward Ye Feng like a scorching sun.

"God says, all who rebel against the gods are monsters!"

Without giving Ye Feng a moment to react, he swung his sword a second time.

"God says, demons and monsters should be reduced to ashes!"

With the final strike, a milky-white beam of light, several feet long and swifter than the previous two, silently cut through the void. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the second beam and merged with it. The combined light accelerated, and ten feet from Ye Feng, the three strikes converged into the lethal 'Divine Punishment.'

"Dragon-Capturing Hand!"

Ye Feng roared, pulling his left hand back and clenching his fist. As he drew back, all the spiritual energy in the void surged and gathered instantly. He channeled the endless energy of heaven and earth into the power of a single punch.

"Shatter!"

With a domineering strike, the fist shadow, condensed from the spiritual energy of hundreds of feet around, roared outward.

Boom!

The sword light and the fist shadow collided violently. In the void, a shockwave erupted like a nuclear explosion, sweeping across the surroundings.