Chapter 124: A Myriad of Armies Converge

Seeing the brilliant fireworks, Ye Feng suddenly recalled a movie he had watched in his past life: "An arrow piercing the clouds, a thousand troops and horses come to meet."

Immediately after, Ye Feng’s second brother suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp—this was a summoning of reinforcements!

In the moment Ye Feng was caught off guard, Nebula moved both arms simultaneously, and two enormous milky-white palms suddenly appeared in the void above Ye Feng’s head.

The giant palms hovered in midair, pressing down like a storm that blotted out the sky. The terrifying power fluctuations contained within made all those rushing toward the forbidden zone’s entrance feel an immense danger.

“Hmph!” Ye Feng snorted coldly. Riding on the back of a dragon, he darted out from between the two giant palms in a split second.

“A true miracle. The rumors were real. After ten thousand years, this seed has truly awakened. But today, you are doomed to die!” Nebula advanced again, speaking with certainty.

“Are you sure you possess such power?” As he spoke, Ye Feng seemed to become ethereal, his demonic aura no longer as dense as before. His body was shrouded in a veil, appearing hazy and indistinct.

Nebula arrogantly declared, “You may think you are the foremost young talent on the Eastern Continent, but in the Star Palace, you are nothing. You cannot imagine how powerful the Star Palace is. Even if you escape today, your future is sealed in endless torment.”

Clang—

Ye Feng’s reply was simple. His broken blade cut across the sky, ringing clear through the heavens and earth. Though not grandiose in volume, the sound spread across the vast wilderness, frightening the birds and beasts within miles, sending them fleeing in panic.

At that moment, the phantom images of the Dragon Blade, the Ancient Shield, and the Dragon Ring all appeared beside Ye Feng, slowly revolving around him.

An intense surge of violent energy burst outward from where Ye Feng stood.

“What? The Eight Heavenly Dragon Artifacts… how is this possible!” Nebula exclaimed in shock. He never expected Ye Feng to possess the ancient dragon clan’s divine relics, only now revealing their presence.

“Sorry to startle you!” Ye Feng lightly waved his right arm, slashing with the broken blade. Amid the thick, fierce spiritual energy, waves of dragon roars emerged, cleaving toward Nebula, filled with overwhelming murderous intent.

At this moment, Nebula finally realized just how terrifying this youth before him was. Reflecting on how he had toyed with Ye Feng at first, he felt like banging his head against a wall. Had he known what would unfold, he would have killed Ye Feng with a single sword the very first time they met.

The dim golden blade slashed through the air. Though lacking dazzling brilliance, it brimmed with explosive killing intent, filling Nebula with profound fear. An invisible pressure, like a mountain, weighed heavily on his heart.

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and he trembled uncontrollably.

“Ah!” Nebula screamed in terror. When the blade was less than half a yard away, he finally moved, repeatedly tapping his long sword.

One by one, bright points of milky white light flickered rapidly in the void. In less than a breath’s time, Nebula lost count of how many sword strikes he had summoned. At last, all the points connected, converging into a long sword that pierced forward.

As the sword appeared, a sacred milky white radiance instantly filled the space.

Boom—

The clash of sword light and blade shadows caused the entire land to tremble violently, as a terrifying wave of energy swept through once more.

The blade’s glow vanished, and the sword light dimmed to its faintest, as if about to be extinguished.

Before Nebula could break into a smile, Ye Feng’s blade struck again.

Boom—

The second blade appeared in midair, instantly breaking through the sword light. Though the blade’s outline was somewhat blurred, the aura of death remained, continuing to slash toward Nebula.

Nebula’s expression changed drastically. At this moment, he truly felt the essence of fear. He retreated repeatedly while his sword never ceased, striking one blow after another without pause.

“How is this possible?”

Everything happening before him left him stunned. As he struck blow after blow, Ye Feng’s attacks grew even more ferocious, his blade speed matching Nebula’s, each cut imbued with terrifying energy. Nebula was certain that any blade strike landing on him would cleave him in two.

“What on earth is going on?” Hastily retreating, Nebula’s once arrogant expression vanished, replaced by utter panic. He unleashed dozens, even hundreds of sword strikes, nearly exhausting his entire body and leaving his aura utterly depleted.

When he looked at Ye Feng again, he was stunned. That killing god still radiated profound energy, showing no sign of exhaustion.

Nebula bore peerless skill and had long reached the perfected Spirit Emperor realm, yet those dreadful blows filled him with a palpable sense of death.

Humming—

After dozens of blade and sword lights clashed and canceled each other out, several blade lights behind suddenly emitted dragon roars.

The next moment, the blade lights merged into a massive dark golden dragon several dozen yards long. The dragon soared into the sky, its two lantern-sized dragon eyes hollow and lifeless, staring at Nebula ahead.

Humming—

The giant dragon roared again, then swayed its tail in the void, soaring freely. It opened its maw wide, swallowing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a whale gulping water.

As the nearly vaporized spiritual energy entered its body, the dragon’s form grew more solid. Basin-sized scales shimmered with a dark golden glow.

Nebula trembled in terror, staring at the dragon in the void. “This is the ancient dragon clan’s divine art, and the purest form of killing technique: Dragon Slash. Impossible… how could you possess Dragon Slash? Impossible…”

Nebula slowly retreated, his heart chilled to the bone. He had come to the lower realm full of confidence, brimming with the pride of a hero unmatched in the world. But now, he realized he had made a grave mistake. Whether he could survive was now in serious doubt.

This legendary seed was too terrifying, growing far beyond anyone’s expectations. He had to bring this news back and have experts who had reached the Spirit Emperor level intervene to utterly destroy this calamity.

“You insolent brat!” In the distance, dozens of sacred ground masters returned.

As they spoke, thirty to forty Spirit Emperor experts simultaneously launched their attack, their spiritual power arriving in an instant.

Damn it—

Ye Feng’s scalp tingled. Quickly, he commanded the giant dragon to intercept while he himself sped toward the ruins’ entrance.

Swish—

Though the giant dragon blocked most of the attacks, a sword light still grazed Ye Feng’s right arm, leaving a deep gash.

There was no time to tend to the minor wound. Wiping the blood casually, Ye Feng took a ten-yard stride and reached the front of the barrier.

“How is it? Can you open it?” Ye Feng asked urgently as he landed.

Galo shook his pale face in response, clearly having expended much spiritual power in the process.

“Let me try…” Without hesitation, Ye Feng quickly gathered his spiritual power, placing his bloodied palm directly onto the barrier.

Buzz—

The moment his palm touched the barrier, Ye Feng’s blood rapidly flowed into it.