Chapter 156: Slaying the Spirit Emperor (Supplement 3)

In the distance, everyone stood frozen, staring in utter shock at the youthful figure radiating an overwhelming aura of murderous intent.

"My good god... Who is this person? He's too ferocious, single-handedly forcing back two Spirit Emperors!" Within the crowd, a man continuously pressed his hand against his chest, still lingering in fear as he spoke.

"I reckon that's probably the return of Savage Ye!" Another pointed toward a deep imprint crater several meters wide.

As soon as these words were uttered, an immediate uproar arose. Regarding the name Ye Feng, many had only heard of his reputation without ever laying eyes on him.

By his sole strength, he had rallied the young elites of the Tianwu Imperial Capital, leading them to transform into Spirit Monarchs within a mere month. Most terrifying of all, at the tender age of sixteen, he had single-handedly defeated two high-level Spirit Emperors...

The legends surrounding Ye Feng were already deeply etched into the hearts of these people. Many young experts who considered themselves immensely talented desired to challenge him and determine who was superior.

Among the onlookers, those harboring such thoughts were not few in number. Yet upon witnessing Ye Feng's terrifying might, those thoughts vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Sacred Grounds, what a shameless Sacred Ground! Have all your years been lived in vain like dogs?" Pointing at the two elders from the Sacred Ground, Ye Feng cast aside all inhibitions and cursed loudly.

Before the two could speak, Ye Feng swiftly produced a broken blade and roared with boiling fury, "Since you want to fight, come on! Today, I'll skin you alive!"

Squeak, squeak...

Before he could make a move, the monkey that had been squatting on his shoulder instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, charging toward one of the elders.

Dragon Slash...

Covering ten zhang in a single step, Ye Feng rapidly closed in on the elder ahead.

The edge of the broken blade was blindingly sharp and brimming with murderous intent, descending with a blade aura several zhang long that cleaved downward with all its might.

Ye Feng's black hair danced wildly, driven to madness by rage. His eyes flashed with a dark red light that pierced the soul.

Presently situated in the second revolution of the Heavenly King Art, the trace of bloodlust deep within his heart remained almost constantly present. However, back in that small village, the turtle-backed elder had imparted to him a set of mental incantations designed to calm the mind and suppress that surge of killing intent.

Yet facing the bullying and humiliation of his dear friends and brothers, that killing intent erupted instantly, rendering any calming incantations entirely useless.

At this very moment, there was only a single thought in Ye Feng's mind: kill...

Clang...

Blade and sword clashed, stirring up an endless torrent of surging spiritual energy. Ye Feng launched a furious airborne strike, forcing the Sacred Ground elder to retreat several dozen zhang.

"Shameless old bastard, I'll make you regret ever being human..." Ye Feng roared furiously, swinging his blade forward again without giving the elder the slightest chance to breathe.

Amidst a sky-shaking, thunderous roar, vast expanses of spiritual energy surged. Blade auras flashed everywhere and sword qi crisscrossed; Ye Feng adopted a desperate, life-risking combat style the moment he engaged, forcing the opposing elder to meet the assault with full strength.

Clang,锵....

Blades and swords roared in collision—this was a duel of spiritual energy, as well as a clash of their respective DAOs. Dazzling beams of light flashed continuously, resembling a scorching sun crashing down into the earth.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, two golden beams of light pierced across the firmament, bursting forth from the billowing dust and smoke.

Ah...

Almost simultaneously, the elder's startled and furious roar echoed out. The next instant, the elder's figure staggered backward, revealing himself from the swirling dust.

"This... Am I dreaming? An elder-generation Spirit Emperor has actually been injured?"

Seeing the blood gushing from the elder's left shoulder, the onlookers in the distance were struck with terror, letting out wave after wave of gasps.

Die...

Within the dust, a blade aura several zhang in length shot out, cleaving the billowing smoke and haze straight down the middle.

Clang....

With nowhere left to retreat, the elder raised his sword to meet the attack, once again engaging in close combat with the oncoming Ye Feng.

This was a scene terrifying to the extreme. A youth of merely sixteen or seventeen years old was actually pressing an elder-generation Spirit Emperor on the defensive. It completely short-circuited the brains of everyone present, leaving them unable to react.

Ye Feng grew bolder with every clash. Relying on the transferred power of the Dragon-Python Demon King, he was fully capable of matching this elder, who was at the second level of the Spirit Emperor realm.

In contrast, the opposing elder grew increasingly alarmed the longer they fought. He had previously heard rumors of Ye Feng single-handedly defeating two Spirit Emperors, but the consensus among everyone had been that Ye Feng must have utilized some sort of secret technique at the time; otherwise, such terror would have been utterly impossible.

He had deeply believed that theory. Even if a teenager had started cultivating from inside his mother's womb, he could not possibly possess such strength.

Yet now, he believed it. This monster before him truly possessed the strength to beat him down.

If both parties had maintained proper distance and fought using divine abilities, perhaps the elder would have had a chance to defeat Ye Feng. However, Ye Feng, notorious for his brute force, immediately closed in right to the elder's face, launching unreasoning, savage, and reckless strikes that denied the elder any opportunity to release his divine abilities, forcing him to rely solely on spiritual energy in combat.

Whoosh...

The elder retreated rapidly, shooting straight up into the highest heavens.

"Brat, you have angered me!" Covered in specks of bloody light, the elder stood in the void in a disheveled state, his face etched with boundless fury.

Whoosh....

The next moment, he swept one hand downward, and a dense, milky-white spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave. Dozens of spiritual energy billows rushed downward, descending to suppress Ye Feng.

Break....

The broken blade slashed the heavens, cleaving directly upward from below.

In an instant, golden spiritual energy erupted, and a golden divine dragon tens of zhang in length roared as it plunged headfirst into the milky-white waves.

Splash...

A swimming dragon frolicked in the sea; the divine dragon churned within the milky-white waves, stirring up a sky-filling, suffocating majesty.

Roar....

The next instant, the furious dragon soared into the air, opening its mouth to draw in a breath. Immediately, endless waves converged, plunging entirely into the dragon's maw.

Kill....

Stepping upon the python-dragon movement technique, Ye Feng instantly arrived above the void, delivering a grandiose strike with a completely life-or-death attitude.

An ancient shield materialized, enveloping Ye Feng within its defense.

At this moment, Ye Feng completely abandoned all defense, fiercely assaulting the elder with his full offensive might.

The elder's Spirit Emperor-tier spiritual energy barrier was as fragile as paper before Ye Feng's blade aura, utterly incapable of blocking the broken blade.

Whoosh....

The blade aura was peerless and dazzling. As the elder scrambled to parry, two golden beams once again shot forth from Ye Feng's eyes.

The elder shifted sideways by several zhang, narrowly dodging this fatal blow by a hair's breadth. Before he could catch his breath, Ye Feng had already reappeared before him.

Boom....

The two exchanged hundreds of blows. When the golden light flashed once more, the elder had already sidestepped away.

Only this time, he was not so fortunate. Ye Feng's pre-prepared Dragon-Catching Hand descended from the heavens, instantly submerging the elder within its grasp.

In the void, the elder's body tumbled downward like a shooting star.

Roar...

Before he could hit the ground, the divine dragon that had been circling in the void roared fiercely, delivering a heavy tail-swipe that sent him soaring back up into the firmament.

Boom....

Midway through his ascent, Ye Feng stood poised in the void and delivered a heavy punch straight to the elder's stomach, instantly knocking him back down.

就这样—with the giant dragon below and Ye Feng in midair, amidst the gaping jaws of the stunned spectators, the elder was batted back and forth across the void like a mere sandbag.

Until finally, blood dripped like a torrential rain, and under the brutal ravaging of Ye Feng and the divine dragon, the Sacred Ground elder finally lost consciousness and fainted.

Swish....

With a horizontal sweep of his blade, the elder's almost unrecognizable head was severed by Ye Feng, who now held it in his grip.