The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2263: 2252: Not Bad Luck?

Black threads coiled tightly around Ye Chenfeng's hands and feet.

The harder he thrashed, the firmer the black threads constricted.

His garments shredded at hands and feet, gashes twisting deep into flesh as blood seeped steadily from the lacerations.

He surged his aura to full power in the Initial Stage of the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm, yet it proved completely ineffective.

A glow abruptly ignited in the eye sockets of the massive black skull before the stone wall.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” Two shrill whistles pierced the air.

From its sockets, two pitch-dark arrows launched with blinding speed, straight toward Ye Chenfeng’s thighs.

Legs shackled by the black threads, Ye Chenfeng found no chance to evade.

“Pfft! Pfft!” Two dull thuds.

The arrows stabbed right through both thighs, unleashing waves of agonizing torment across his frame.

These black arrows bizarrely intensified the pain without limit.

Ye Chenfeng channeled Spiritual Energy into his legs, expelling the arrows lodged in his thighs, as blood gushed wildly from the gashes.

He then tried invoking the Immortal Golden Body to mend his thigh wounds, but even after activating it, no healing occurred, and his Divine Blood refused to awaken, sending his heart plummeting with a sudden “thump”!

Old Bai Wu Fengxian explained, “Young lad, this area not only seals the Space Law, but also imposes a unique prohibition. Injuries here can't be healed by any method unless your power exceeds the one who laid the law—that's why your Divine Blood stays dormant.”

While Old Bai Wu Fengxian spoke, light flared anew in the stone wall's black skull eye sockets.

Unable to recover from injuries in this spot, a few more hits to critical areas might end Ye Chenfeng right there. Still, the more he wrestled against the threads on his limbs, the stronger their vise became.

Just as two fresh black arrows poised to fire from the huge black skull’s sockets, Old Bai Wu Fengxian urgently called out, “Young lad, everything has its nemesis. These black threads brim with Evil Qi and Yin Qi; try the Heaven and Earth Flame, Green Flame.”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!” Two more sounds.

Another pair of black arrows erupted from the skull’s eye sockets, now locked on Ye Chenfeng’s heart and abdomen.

Though the Star Sky Stone now formed his heart, he had zero interest in testing the arrows, especially with no healing possible here. The notion sparked instantly, and the Green Flame burst forth.

The Green Flame made contact with the black threads, causing them to dissolve at once. Every thread binding his hands melted under the Green Flame. As the arrows hurtled closer, he dropped into a crouch, the shots grazing harmlessly over his scalp.

At the same time,

the Green Flame likewise burned through the black threads around Ye Chenfeng’s feet. Released at last, he dashed swiftly from the ominous grand hall.

Despite the piercings in his legs, he limped onward with great effort.

Once outside the hall, Ye Chenfeng exhaled deeply in relief. He hadn't considered the Green Flame earlier, deeming its heat too feeble. Instinctively, since his Initial Stage of the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm power failed against the threads, he figured the Green Flame stood no chance either.

Yet everything under heaven finds its perfect counter, and thankfully, Old Bai and Old Hei hit upon the solution promptly.

Stepping from the hall, Ye Chenfeng beheld a vast open plaza beyond. Verifying no dangers lurked nearby for the moment, he dropped cross-legged into a plaza corner, prioritizing the healing of his thigh injuries.

Outdoors, the healing restriction weakened greatly, letting Ye Chenfeng mend via his own strength. Lacking urgent threats, he chose to spare his Divine Blood rather than trigger the Immortal Golden Body; his personal power sufficed to repair the leg wounds.

While Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged healing,

three figures approached, grins of triumph lighting their faces upon spotting Ye Chenfeng. These were middle-aged men.

One, Zhang Tianfang, stood at the Middle Stage of the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm. Wan Kongyun reached the Later Stage, and Pan Yongzhi hit the Peak.

Originating from three elite powers in Central State, the trio had previously overheard Luo Qianhai and his group boasting that presenting Ye Chenfeng and allies' heads to sects like Xiao Yao Palace would earn massive favors from them.

Top-tier powers in Central State like Xiao Yao Palace rarely owed favors to anyone. Such a favor could skyrocket their rise or boost their strength to unprecedented heights, explaining the overwhelming smugness of Zhang Tianfang, Wan Kongyun, and Pan Yongzhi.

They had detected Ye Chenfeng's power at the Initial Stage of the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm, but word from the Tianxuan Festival placed him merely at the Divinity Transformation Realm. Convinced his swift power surge stemmed from dubious methods, they were sure his foundation remained unstable.

Besides,

what if Ye Chenfeng truly stood at the Initial Stage of the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm? So what? The trio all possessed Fifth Level cultivation with superior might; why fear him at all? Rumors from powers like Xiao Yao Palace cautioned only about the mighty figure backing Ye Chenfeng, making the task of claiming his head seem utterly straightforward in their eyes.

Zhang Tianfang, Wan Kongyun, and Pan Yongzhi closed in on Ye Chenfeng. The leg wounds they spotted filled them with even greater delight. Evidently, Ye Chenfeng was here recovering, and confronting an injured foe banished any lingering fears.

Zhang Tianfang smiled and said, “Since we found this Ye Chenfeng kid together, we should split evenly. We should present his head to Xiao Yao Palace collectively, how’s that?”

“Agreed, I concur. We’re pretty lucky to encounter Ye Chenfeng alone; we should indeed split evenly.” Wan Kongyun chimed in.

Pan Yongzhi finally said, “Alright! Let’s do it that way. However, when the time comes, we need to carefully negotiate how we’ll claim this favor from Xiao Yao Palace; we must reach a consensus.”

Ye Chenfeng remained cross-legged on the ground, absorbed in healing, without once lifting his eyelids. These three pests bickering over how to divvy up his head sparked not the slightest curiosity in him.

The Sea of Tolerance technique delivers major benefits only when absorbing those marginally stronger, and with all three at the Fifth Level of the Heavenly God Realm, Ye Chenfeng viewed them as thoroughly lackluster.

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