The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2346 - 2335: Demonization!

"Boom!" A deafening sound reverberated through the air.

The dense black death energy and the formidable power surrounding Ye Chenfeng suddenly erupted outwards with sheer force.

The seemingly endless, thick death energy spread even more rapidly throughout the vicinity.

Although the black death energy and power enveloping Ye Chenfeng dissipated, his visage remained obscured by a black miasma, rendering his features indiscernible. Beneath the shroud of this death energy, his blood-red eyes emanated an exceptionally eerie glow.

A malevolent aura surged from Ye Chenfeng’s very being. His breath grew increasingly rapid, and an intense craving for slaughter gripped his heart. His unnervingly colored eyes were fixed intently upon Hua Wanchuan and the others.

Hua Wanchuan and his retinue, who had been preparing to ascend towards the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin, witnessed Ye Chenfeng's continued existence. Their breaths hitched in their throats instantly, and gazing upon the strange, transformed Ye Chenfeng before them, a profound fear finally took root.

Observing from a distance, Zhao Jinpeng, Wu Lingxiang, and the others saw that Ye Chenfeng was indeed unharmed, prompting a slight easing of their tension. However, they also discerned that something was amiss with Ye Chenfeng. Zhao Jinpeng murmured, "Why is the malevolent aura emanating from Chenfeng so potent? Furthermore, his vitality seems to be slowly diminishing. This black coffin is far more formidable than the Immortal Artifacts of Xiao Yao Palace, yet it doesn’t appear to be an ordinary Immortal Artifact. Could it possibly be a Dark Immortal Artifact?"

Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan offered nods of agreement. While they had not encountered the Coffin of Death, they were certainly aware of Dark Immortal Artifacts.

This was because Dark Immortal Artifacts are indeed a classification of Immortal Artifacts.

The cultivators who had previously attacked Zhao Jinpeng and his companions felt initial relief, but upon seeing Ye Chenfeng emerge unscathed, their anxieties resurfaced.

Hua Wanchuan, Li Yuanmu, Luo Qianhai, and Zhao Wanzhong exchanged glances. With the cultivation levels of Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu regressed and Zhao Wanzhong incapacitated on the ground, their collective combat prowess had been considerably weakened.

While they remained in a state of indecision regarding their next move.

Bearing the Coffin of Death upon his shoulder and his face still enshrouded in death energy, Ye Chenfeng channeled his spiritual energy to its absolute limit into the Coffin of Death, causing an intense, dark luminescence to emanate from it.

Even more concentrated death energy erupted from the Coffin of Death, spreading outward like swift ocean waves, engulfing Hua Wanchuan and the others in mere moments.

This time, the infiltration of the thick death energy into their bodies occurred with even greater swiftness, particularly for Zhao Wanzhong, who was unable to rise. The corrosive effects were most rapid upon him, his countenance growing progressively paler as his life force was rapidly consumed.

Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu were too preoccupied with their own desperate struggle for survival to offer any aid to Zhao Wanzhong. Zhao Wanzhong’s voice, strained and desperate, echoed from his throat: "Save me, save me, quickly save me!"

The blood-red eyed, eerie Ye Chenfeng appeared even more incited by Zhao Wanzhong’s desperate ple. His innate desire for slaughter was further aroused. His blood-red eyes flickered intensely as he relentlessly amplified the release of death energy from the Coffin of Death, directing a particularly potent stream towards Zhao Wanzhong.

Consequently.

Zhao Wanzhong’s vitality was soon entirely depleted, leaving him motionless on the ground, his eyes wide with a vacant stare.

Abruptly, a fierce surge of black energy shot forth from the Coffin of Death, striking Zhao Wanzhong’s lifeless form.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wanzhong’s body disintegrated into a fine mist of blood.

Following Zhao Wanzhong’s demise, Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu were seized by even greater terror. The pervasive, dense death energy had intensified manifold, and ensconced within this overwhelming aura, their physical conditions deteriorated far more severely than before, resulting in a drastic reduction of their combat capabilities. They harbored no further desire to engage in combat and began contemplating immediate escape.

Without any prior consultation, Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu initiated their flight simultaneously. Their spiritual energy circulation was increasingly impeded, naturally causing their movements to be slower than their peak potential.

With the Coffin of Death resting upon his shoulder, Ye Chenfeng’s gaze grew more fervent, and he propelled himself into the air. Despite his own vitality being slowly drained, as the wielder of the Coffin of Death, his spiritual energy circulation remained unimpeded.

His form rapidly closed the distance with Li Yuanmu, and he brought the Coffin of Death down with immense force upon him, ceaselessly channeling his spiritual energy into the artifact.

"Bang!"

Li Yuanmu was struck by the Coffin of Death, which unleashed waves of black death energy and power. An immense, crushing force radiated from the Coffin of Death.

Li Yuanmu, sent hurtling through the air by the impact of the Coffin of Death, was reduced to fragmented pieces of flesh and blood mist mid-flight.

Upon witnessing Li Yuanmu’s swift demise at the hands of Ye Chenfeng, Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai desperately pushed their obstructed meridians to their absolute limits.

Originally powerful figures at the Zenith of the Divine King Realm within the Tian Xuan Realm, both were now in a state of desperate flight.

With an eerie glow flashing in his blood-red eyes, Ye Chenfeng observed Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai as they fled. The thirst for blood intensified in his gaze, and he hoarsely roared, "Die! Die! Die!"

As spiritual Qi continuously entered the Coffin of Death, Ye Chenfeng struck it with his palm.

The entirety of the Coffin of Death surged violently towards the fleeing duo of Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai.

During its swift trajectory,

the Coffin of Death began to expand exponentially, eventually growing to more than ten times its original magnitude.

The colossal Coffin of Death then descended upon Luo Qianhai and Hua Wanchuan.

Sensing the shadow looming above, Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai craned their necks to witness the massive black coffin plummeting towards them, realizing escape was impossible.

Gazing at the rapidly descending Coffin of Death,

Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai simultaneously cried out in unison, "No! Desist!"

In that critical moment, regret finally consumed them. Had they foreseen this outcome, they would never have dared to provoke Ye Chenfeng, this harbinger of death.

However, by this juncture, their regret was utterly futile.

"Bang!"

"Squelch!"

Under the overwhelming pressure exerted by the Coffin of Death,

Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai, completely devoid of the ability to resist, were pulverized into a bloody paste.

Yet, the blood-red irises of Ye Chenfeng continued to gleam with a sinister light, his bloodlust still unquenched. This meager scale of slaughter was insufficient; he craved more. He was wholly consumed by a demonic state, an effect induced by the Coffin of Death.

...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)