Chapter Forty-Two: Slaying Mus

The next day, Shrouded Heaven City was once again engulfed by a storm of fury. The second strongest among the young generation of the Sacred Lands had been besieged and killed in a desolate wilderness, successfully igniting the wrath of all the other young elites from the Sacred Lands.

Some dared to approach the inn where the disciples of the Sacred Lands were staying, only to find it in utter disarray. Under the rage of these legendary figures, it was a miracle the inn hadn’t been demolished entirely—their restraint was notable.

“Someone heard that today, faintly from within the inn, there came a roar vowing to tear the killer apart...”

“It’s said that the Sacred Land youth was slain by the eldest son of the Ye family outside the wilderness, because someone had spotted him in the town!”

Rumors spread like wildfire throughout Shrouded Heaven City. Meanwhile, Ye Feng, the man at the center of speculation, was quietly seated beside a mountain brook at the foot of the Falling Wild Goose Range.

With Bill Walton dead, the other Sacred Land prodigies in Shrouded Heaven City could no longer stir up much trouble before Gala and the Demon Slayer. For at least three days, the city’s young elite would suppress the Sacred Land’s champions. After that, more experts from both sides would arrive, and when the true prodigies gathered, the contest would begin in earnest.

Having witnessed the prowess of true young masters, Ye Feng felt an increasing urgency to raise his own cultivation. Thus he undertook another journey into the Falling Wild Goose Range.

The brook, like a jade ribbon, emerged from deep within the mountains, winding through fragrant meadows and stretching into the distance.

Ye Feng sat quietly atop a massive stone by the stream. In a daze, he felt as though he had returned to Earth.

His master, hair white as snow, stood kindly yet stern beneath an ancient tree. In a haze of memory, Ye Feng saw his teacher’s aging face.

White-haired, eyes clouded—“That old man from my previous life, are you well now? I promised to care for you until the end, but I’ve broken my word!”

The stream murmured, flowers drifted in the breeze, and in this strange world, for whom was the lament sung? My parents, where are you now? Why must I endure the pain of two worlds alone?

Gazing at the waters flowing away, Ye Feng softly sang a sorrowful tune.

In the distance, several Sacred Land youths stood with arms crossed, laughing. Yet their laughter was mocking.

Not far away, several flying beast mounts were rapidly approaching through the sky...

Swish...

Overhead, a massive eagle-type spirit beast descended like a whirlwind, its wings beating as it hovered in midair. Atop the beast, a youth stared coldly at Ye Feng—it was Moose, the one who had defeated Sun Bo in the martial arena yesterday.

“Get lost!” Ye Feng looked up at Moose with a calm glance, his expression cold and flat. He was in a deeply depressed mood and wanted no disturbance, especially not from someone he disliked.

“You’re still as arrogant as ever. Did the Ye family never teach you to be humble before those stronger than you?” Moose was full of himself, arms crossed, looking down at Ye Feng with condescension.

As for the rumors that Ye Feng had slain Bill Walton, Moose and his companions didn’t believe a word. Nevertheless, regardless of who the killer was, they had to respond. Bill could not have died in vain.

Swish...

Without warning, Ye Feng suddenly drew his blade—a golden arc shot skyward, crackling with thunder, slashing toward Moose in midair.

“He’s asking for trouble! Does he really think he can touch Moose?” one of the distant youths scoffed at Ye Feng’s sudden attack.

“Hmph!” As the blade-light approached, Moose snorted coldly. He extended his left hand, flicked his finger, and a jet-black flame appeared in midair, colliding with Ye Feng’s blade-light.

Pop...

Yet with a faint sound, the black flame failed even to hinder the blade. At first contact, it scattered swiftly.

The golden blade-light did not falter, landing hard upon the belly of the giant eagle beast.

The next moment, a rain of feathers and bloody fragments fell from the sky like a storm...

“Netherfire, nothing more. To think you could burn all things—how arrogant!” Ye Feng sneered.

“Outrageous! Ye Feng, do you wish to die without a corpse?” Moose, having fallen from the sky in disgrace, pointed at Ye Feng and shouted in anger.

“My mood is foul. If you linger here, I can’t guarantee you’ll leave unharmed!” Ye Feng’s face was icy as he stepped forward, his gaze cold.

He felt the urge to kill. He had not acted in Shrouded Heaven City, and was confident there was no evidence linking him to Bill Walton’s death. Yet now, the Sacred Land had come to provoke him—clearly intending to use him as a warning to others.

If he didn’t kill a few of them, life would only become more difficult.

“Then let me see how you intend to threaten me.” Moose pointed at Ye Feng, maintaining his superior air.

“As you wish.” Ye Feng laughed coldly, striding forward several yards in an instant.

The other Sacred Land youths simply stepped back, not joining the fight.

Moose retreated quickly, forming seals with his fingers—clusters of black lotus flowers erupted, all blazing with fire and whistling toward Ye Feng.

“Be extinguished!”

Spiritual power surged, flowing swiftly into Ye Feng’s right hand. In the next instant, a golden Dragon-Seizing Hand, several yards across, appeared in midair and descended upon the area.

Boom...

The Dragon-Seizing Hand pressed down with overwhelming force, instantly obliterating hundreds of black lotus flowers. Before Moose, a massive handprint sank the earth several inches deep.

“This...” The sheer shock of the scene left Moose dumbstruck, unable to react for a long moment.

Nearby, the other Sacred Land youths were likewise terrified by the ferocity of the attack, staring at Ye Feng like he was a monster, silent as Moose.

“Five Fires Burning Heaven!”

Though shaken, Moose, bearing the title of prodigy, recovered quickly and launched his counterattack.

The next instant, five nearly half-meter-tall black flames appeared, surrounding Ye Feng.

“My mood is truly foul. Why persist?”

Swish...

As Ye Feng spoke in a low voice, his eyes rapidly changed color. In an instant, two golden beams shot forth, seemingly able to pierce all things...

Spurt...

A fine mist of blood sprayed from Moose’s chest, then two streams of fresh blood flowed quickly from twin holes, like the murmuring brook nearby...

“How is this possible? He killed Moose?” Ye Feng’s decisive killing stunned everyone.

In the distance, several onlookers could not comprehend how Ye Feng, with only innate-level cultivation, could instantly slay Moose...

The youth who had earlier mocked Ye Feng was frozen in shock, trembling all over.