The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2265: 2254: 108 Blood Springs

Zhang Tianfang and Pan Yongzhi shared a glance, both detecting sheer horror in the other’s gaze.

In particular, remembering how Wan Kongyun had shriveled into a withered corpse, waves of fear washed over them.

Had they anticipated this outcome, not even a hundred additional opportunities would have pushed them to aim for Ye Chenfeng’s life! Wasn’t this pure suicide? Crucially, they had badly miscalculated Ye Chenfeng’s battle prowess. Despite holding a slight cultivation edge at the fifth layer of the Heavenly God Realm, their might and agility fell far short of his.

Zhang Tianfang gulped down his fear and declared, “Ye Chenfeng, you’re already Central State’s most wanted, so hold your hand. We messed up moments ago. I’ll let you take some of my energy, but you have to spare my life.”

Ye Chenfeng sneered coldly, “Tempting deal, but too bad—I can only absorb energy from the deceased, and you two still breathe.”

With that statement.

Tension gripped Zhang Tianfang and Pan Yongzhi instantly; Ye Chenfeng’s meaning rang crystal clear. No concessions would save them. As the proverb goes, a desperate beast fights back fiercely. Now, all-out combat was their sole path. Their inner energies churned like scalding broth, arms slashing swiftly to hurl devastating combat techniques at Ye Chenfeng in a raging deluge.

Yet those mighty assaults merely clashed with Ye Chenfeng’s fading afterimage, for he had vanished from their vision ages ago, stirring a chill premonition within.

“Puff! Puff!” Two thuds echoed.

The moment unease seized Zhang Tianfang and Pan Yongzhi, two fists punched through their chests, pulverizing their hearts to pulp.

Those penetrating fists were Ye Chenfeng’s—he had slipped behind them unnoticed. At his current level of power and quickness, he dominated utterly, even without activating the Four-Star Secret Method Thousand Thunder Flash.

Once Zhang Tianfang and Pan Yongzhi perished, Ye Chenfeng activated Sea Gathers Hundred Rivers again, rapidly pulling the usable essence from their corpses into his body.

However.

Sea Gathers Hundred Rivers extracted merely a sliver of the most readily fusible energy, and with Ye Chenfeng also at the fifth layer of the Heavenly God Realm, that minor gain failed to push him through a full realm—merely to the verge of breakthrough.

Ye Chenfeng hurled Zhang Tianfang and Pan Yongzhi’s cadavers aside without a thought, slung the Qingyun Sword onto his back once more, and quitted the plaza. His leg gash wasn’t troubling, yet the area’s rules curbed wound mending, so he aimed to test other locales for similar binds.

Exiting the square, Ye Chenfeng beheld vast expanses of mountains and rivulets. It felt akin to a standalone microcosm.

No sooner had he left the square than the wound-healing curbs evaporated completely. Ye Chenfeng picked a secluded nook to mend his leg injury fully before pressing on with his search.

Space law constraints persisted, compelling Ye Chenfeng to shroud his aura warily while keenly monitoring his surroundings.

After journeying northward beyond an hour, Ye Chenfeng confronted a bizarre peak that struck him as unreal, somehow insubstantial.

Old White and Old Black pondered deeply as well; their earlier blunder in the grand hall had sharpened their vigilance. Old White Wu Fengxian commented, “Little guy, you’re spot on—this mountain’s peculiar, most likely shrouded by a formation.”

Old Black Jiang Yuntian chimed in, “Kid, that said, from what Old White and I sense, the concealing formation here lacks potency. Merging your power with ours ought to shatter it.”

“But stay on guard, for this spot brims with mysteries and ain’t a Divine Emperor’s tomb.”

Ye Chenfeng nodded gravely, probing the mountain as he absorbed Old White and Old Black’s assessments. Deeming himself set, he fluidly swung his arms, unleashing tiered surges of spiritual energy.

With Old White and Old Black’s guidance as formation masters, Ye Chenfeng executed each step impeccably.

Not long after.

“Hah!” In a flash, Ye Chenfeng’s scenery transformed. The mountain endured, yet a chasm now yawned inside it, unveiled from the formation’s cloak.

At the canyon’s threshold, Ye Chenfeng scanned for perils. Perceiving none, he stepped within.

Entering the canyon, a heavy, sharp blood reek assaulted Ye Chenfeng’s senses, its potency nearly churning his gut. Air proved elusive; only blood’s tang lingered.

Ample illumination bathed the canyon, leaving Ye Chenfeng’s vision clear. Gritting through the suffocating gore stench, he delved deeper.

When he hit the canyon’s core.

Well-shaped pits dotted the earth, blood frothing endlessly from them.

From these sprang the blood aroma saturating the atmosphere.

Ye Chenfeng squatted low, scooping blood from a crack with his finger before sniffing it closely. The aroma proved it was authentic blood.

Cracks riddled the ground thickly; with his senses, Ye Chenfeng counted them all—one hundred and eight in total—each one gurgling forth with blood.

The spectacle was utterly spine-chilling. How could cracks like these produce actual blood? It completely shattered logic.

Old White Wu Fengxian and Old Black Jiang Yuntian took in the sight, falling silent for a moment until Old White uttered solemnly, “Little guy, it seems we’re in trouble. This isn’t a Divine Emperor’s tomb. Do you know what those holes exuding blood are? They’re one hundred and eight Blood Springs. Do you know where Blood Springs appear?”

Blood Springs?

Detecting the heavy gravity in Old White Wu Fengxian’s voice, Ye Chenfeng tensed up, grasping that this isolated small world offered no blessings and might spell catastrophe instead. Old White would never sound so dire without cause.

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