Chapter Ninety: Rage, Part Three

What Ye Feng said might not produce instant results.

But everyone present was of noble birth. People like them had long since lost much desire for money and the like; only power and status still held great weight in their hearts.

As for becoming the slave of a conquered nation, not one of them was willing to play that part.

“Perhaps many of you dislike me and believe that ever since I came to the capital, my methods have been far too bloody. Here, I want to tell you this: everyone I killed had been bewitched by the Sacred Land. They were all from idle princely and marquis families, eager to seize power, willing to become the Sacred Land’s hounds, stretching sinful claws toward their own people!”

His gaze swept slowly across the crowd as Ye Feng continued,

“The ones entering the Chaotic Domain for training are not only the younger generation of our Heavenly Martial Empire. There are also many from the other two great empires. Why should we not unite and seize their token talismans?”

At these words, many below fell silent. Perhaps in the past they had not understood much of the feud between the Sacred Land and the imperial house, but as the movements on both sides grew more frequent, many had deliberately looked into the matter.

By now, even some of those idle princely and marquis families no longer resisted Ye Feng as fiercely as they had when he had first arrived in the capital.

“We do not hate you. After learning why the Ye family opposes the Sacred Land, I have already come to regard the Ye family as heroic. But why, in the inner imperial palace, did you sever one of Brother Jin’s fingers?” A young expert below spoke up.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Jin Ming in the crowd. “Would you explain to everyone the reason for it?”

Those words, together with his easy manner, stirred doubt in many hearts below.

For according to the old rumors, Ye Feng had cut off one of Jin Ming’s fingers in a jealous quarrel over a woman.

“That matter was indeed my fault.” Jin Ming’s eyes slowly swept across the people around him. By now he had discovered that nearly everyone present harbored at least some hostility toward the Sacred Land.

Ignoring the shock that spread through the crowd, Jin Ming went on, “In the past, I underestimated Ye Feng’s strength and thought too highly of the Sacred Land. I believed we had no chance at all of defeating them. But now, I, Jin Ming, swear this: if Ye Feng is willing to lead us against the Sacred Land, then even if I die in battle, I will never retreat a single step!”

After speaking, Jin Ming’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit as he looked fervently at Ye Feng in the air.

“You surprise me. As you said, there is only a Ye Feng who dies in battle—never a son of the Ye family who crawls on living!”

An uproar burst forth.

Ye Feng’s words were no less than a thunderous bomb. In that moment, everyone’s heart was seized by an intense excitement.

Having witnessed Ye Feng’s terrifying combat strength, they firmly believed that this young man before them would surely lead them to defeat the Sacred Land.

Suddenly, Ye Feng frowned in midair.

Within the range covered by his divine sense, Huan Qingwu’s figure stumbled into his awareness. Behind her, more than a dozen youths from the Bilister Empire were pursuing her without pause.

“Anyone who wants token talismans, come with me!”

Using the Flood Dragon Step, Ye Feng shot forward, his figure like a streak of light as he sped toward Huan Qingwu’s direction.

“Where are you hurrying off to, little beauty?”

In a dense forest, after a long flight, the aura around Huan Qingwu had grown erratic, and at last she was overtaken.

At that moment, more than a dozen young experts of the Bilister Empire had already surrounded her tightly.

Desire was all but written across their faces.

“Don’t underestimate her. We attack together and tie her up. This little thing is not only beautiful—her methods are vicious too. More than a dozen of our men have already died by her hands.” One young man in the crowd turned and hacked off a length of vine, speaking to the others.

In that instant of distraction, Huan Qingwu, trapped in the center, suddenly made her move.

At some point, a pair of short hooks had appeared in her hands. Before one young man could even react, the hooks had already ripped a terrible gash across his chest and belly.

“Damn it!”

Seeing this, the youth holding the vine let out a furious roar and attacked together with the others.

In the next moment, surging spiritual force of every hue burst forth, crashing heavily onto Huan Qingwu, who was already at the end of her strength.

In the blink of an eye, her body was blasted away by the attacks, limp as a kite with its string cut.

“Brothers, take turns with her.” Once he confirmed that Huan Qingwu no longer had the strength to fight, that youth casually threw away the vine in his hand and spoke viciously.

Just as the others hurried to strip off their clothes, just as Huan Qingwu was about to move and end her own life, a figure suddenly burst from the sky.

A single punch, packed with terrifying spiritual force and without the slightest restraint, blasted that young man’s head apart.

Blood and shattered matter splashed across Ye Feng’s body, but at that moment he no longer cared in the least.

In his eyes there was only the drops of blood staining her plain long dress.

“You deserve to die...”

In the next instant, Ye Feng’s eyes swiftly filled with a dark golden light.

Before the others could act, two dark-gold beams shot straight out from his eyes.

Two more fine heads exploded.

“Attack! Kill him!”

Only then did the people before him finally react. At once, dazzling battle techniques of every color were unleashed.

With thunderous blasts, spiritual force exploded against Ye Feng again and again. Yet Ye Feng’s body, like that of a god-fiend, endured the attacks of more than a dozen Spirit Kings as he strode forward step by step.

“How... why are our attacks useless against him? Is he even human?”

“No, look! There’s a phantom shield around him. It’s blocking our attacks.”

All of them were horrified, staring in terror at Ye Feng as he advanced one step at a time, forgetting even to continue their assault.

“Die!”

Reaching one young man, Ye Feng drove out a heavy straight punch.

Red and white matter flew once more. The headless corpse slowly collapsed.

Run!

Only now did they think of fleeing. The dozen or so men spun around and bolted into the forest.

But after no more than a dozen steps, they all recoiled in unison.

For within the dense woods, several hundred young experts of the Heavenly Martial Empire were already rushing swiftly toward them.