Ye Chenfeng, covered in blood and wielding the Coffin of Death, effortlessly defeats Jin Hongsheng. The Coffin's deathly qi affects Ye Chenfeng's mind, amplifying his bloodlust. Witnessing this, Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and their allies feel a chill. Luo Qianhai and Zhao Wanzhong, from Xiao Yao Palace, enact a risky plan. Zhao Wanzhong lends his power to Luo Qianhai using the Xiao Yao Heavenly Art, allowing Luo Qianhai's aura to surge near the Divine Venerable level. Simultaneously, Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu unleash the forbidden Desperate Strike, a devastating attack powered by their combined spiritual energy and a drastic sacrifice.
A colossal beam of dark energy, capable of piercing all existence, descended. Ten immense, blood-red blade shadows, seeming to cleave the very heavens and earth, swept towards Ye Chenfeng, who carried the Coffin of Death. It was evident that Luo Qianhai and Zhao Wanzhong of the Xiao Yao Palace, along with Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu of the Heavenly Sword Sect, had poured every ounce of their strength into this assault, even resorting to forbidden techniques. The combined might of this attack from the Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect was manifold greater than their previous united offensive. Piercing energy saturated the atmosphere, radiating outwards in all directions. Even the ambient energy pulsed with an extreme power, likely beyond the capacity of an ordinary Heavenly God Realm expert to endure. Sensing the ferocity of such an onslaught, Zhao Jinpeng and Jiang Caixuan’s brows knitted deeply. However, having already retreated to escape the dense aura of death, they found themselves too distant to offer immediate assistance. The cultivators, who had been previously trembling with panic, found a sliver of relief as Luo Qianhai and the others launched their desperate attack. In truth, the sheer magnitude of the two attacks from the Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect, imbued with an aura of ultimate destruction, instilled a chilling terror even in those observers situated far away. Bai Xiaorou made to surge forward but was restrained by Zhao Jinpeng, who stated, "Xiaorou, do not be rash. Venturing there now would be seeking death. We are in no position to help Chenfeng. Should Chenfeng fall, then all of us here are surely doomed." With a resounding 'boom!' As Zhao Jinpeng's words of concern concluded. The massive black energy beam. The ten colossal blood-red blade shadows. Instantly engulfed Ye Chenfeng, detonating the moment the blades and beams impacted him. Overwhelming crimson and black energies filled the sky, obliterating all visibility, as Ye Chenfeng's form became enshrouded within the dual-hued energies. Tremendous waves of residual power emanated outwards, forcing the distant cultivators to hastily retreat once more. Even these residual shockwaves impacted the protective barrier surrounding the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin. With a loud 'bang!', the barrier enclosing the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin instantly fractured, and numerous structures within the city were reduced to rubble. Zhao Jinpeng seized Bai Xiaorou, ascending into the sky and rapidly moving away. Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan swiftly followed Zhao Jinpeng's retreating path. Fortunately, an underground sanctuary had been constructed beneath the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin using a powerful formation. It was assumed that everyone had already entered this subterranean haven. Protected by the formation and situated underground, the residual power should not pose a threat to those within the city. Zhao Jinpeng and Wu Lingxiang's expressions grew even more severe. The destructive force unleashed by the attacks from the Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect exceeded their expectations. While the presence of the black coffin made Ye Chenfeng unpredictable, could he truly withstand such an assault without injury? Should Ye Chenfeng perish. Then Zhao Jinpeng and the others would not escape unhurt either. Despite now having an opportunity to flee, their gazes remained locked onto the area obscured by the red and black energies, as the power surge within that zone continued to escalate. On the ground. Following the execution of their ultimate techniques, both Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu experienced an immediate regression in their cultivation levels by a minor stage. Hua Wanchuan descended from the Peak of the Divine King Realm to the late-stage Divine King Realm. Li Yuanmu transitioned from the late-stage to the Mid Divine King Realm. Their countenances were fraught with grimness; suffering a minor setback in cultivation, they had no idea how long it would take to recover. All of this was a consequence of Ye Chenfeng, and their burning rage remained unappeased. As for Luo Qianhai, his expression was exceedingly somber. Zhao Wanzhong, lying incapacitated on the ground, finally released a sigh of relief, perceiving the dense aura of death rapidly dissipating. Ye Chenfeng should now be dead; survival against such potent attacks was inconceivable. Hua Wanchuan's skin creased, and he stated in a low tone, "The brat is finally dead. We paid a steep price to eliminate him, and a million deaths would still not suffice for his transgressions." Luo Qianhai concorded, also unable to sense Ye Chenfeng’s aura. A sinister glint appeared on his face; his brother, Luo Qianjiang, had been slain by Ye Chenfeng, and the Immortal Artifact, the Huntian Lock, had been annihilated by him. Now, to kill Ye Chenfeng, he had employed both secret and forbidden techniques, significantly hindering his own cultivation advancement. Luo Qianhai's heart seethed with malevolence as he decreed, "Slaying the brat is far from enough. I intend to raze the entire Ancient City of Heavenly Origin to the ground."
As Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, Zhao Wanzhong, and Li Yuanmu made preparations to journey toward the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin,
The region previously obscured by crimson and dark energies began to unveil itself.
Once the red and black energies completely dispersed, the onlookers' field of vision was no longer impeded.
Luo Qianhai and the others, who moments before were filled with hostile intent, abruptly halted.
Within the lingering red and black energies, the Coffin of Death stood erect, propped up by Ye Chenfeng with a single hand.
Ye Chenfeng himself was completely swathed in a thick, dark shroud of deathly aura and another obscure energy.
Hidden beneath the veil of dense black death aura and energy, only Ye Chenfeng’s twin, blood-red eyes could be discerned.
The reason for the earlier dissipation and subsequent re-gathering of the potent death aura was its convergence toward Ye Chenfeng. Luo Qianhai and the rest were unable to detect Ye Chenfeng's presence as his aura was entirely masked by the overwhelming black death aura and energy.
Enveloped by this dense black death aura and energy, Ye Chenfeng’s heart pounded with a primal urge for slaughter, his desire spiraling out of control as his rationality was consumed.
The Coffin of Death, sensing its master Ye Chenfeng’s perilous state, unleashed potent energy to shield him.
An unending torrent of death aura flowed ceaselessly into Ye Chenfeng’s body.
With one hand gripping the Coffin of Death, Ye Chenfeng hoisted it once more, his reason hanging by a thread. Now, an insatiable desire to kill, to slaughter without end, erupted from his throat in a single, rasping word: "Die!"
...(To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
