The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2347 - 2336: Annihilation! The Number One in Tianxuan!

With Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai also meeting their demise at Ye Chenfeng’s hands, the situation before them was completely resolved.

Zhao Jinpeng, Wu Lingxiang, and the others could only watch with widened eyes as Ye Chenfeng effortlessly wielded the Coffin of Death, striking down Hua Wanchuan and his allies. The sight left them gasping in disbelief, and the other cultivators present were no less stunned.

Those cultivators who had wisely chosen to remain neutral felt an immense sense of relief for their decision, acutely aware that the entire Tian Xuan Realm would soon undergo significant upheaval after this day.

Meanwhile, the cultivators in the Heavenly God Realm and Divine King Realm, who had been actively besieging Zhao Jinpeng and his companions, now trembled uncontrollably upon witnessing the brutal end of formidable figures like Hua Wanchuan. Terror was etched onto their faces.

Ye Chenfeng retracted the Coffin of Death, and it returned to its original size.

With the Coffin of Death slung casually over his shoulder, Ye Chenfeng’s blood-red, demonic eyes swept towards the cultivators who had previously laid siege to Zhao Jinpeng and his group.

Despite Ye Chenfeng having fallen into a Demonization State and losing his sanity, he could still subconsciously identify his enemies.

Carrying the Coffin of Death on his shoulder, Ye Chenfeng advanced rapidly towards those cultivators who had been attacking Zhao Jinpeng and his allies.

A dense death aura billowed from the Coffin of Death, swiftly expanding in their direction.

Upon seeing Ye Chenfeng bearing down on them, the cultivators immediately attempted to scatter in every direction. However, the pervasive death aura spread with startling speed, further accelerated by Ye Chenfeng’s deliberate efforts, instantly engulfing the clustered cultivators.

These cultivators’ combat prowess paled in comparison to individuals like Hua Wanchuan, and now, paralyzed by terror, they found themselves utterly incapable of mustering even a shred of fighting spirit.

As the death aura seeped into their bodies, they desperately tried to counter it with the Spiritual Energy flowing within their Meridians. Yet, their Spiritual Qi Rivers became increasingly sluggish, drastically reducing their speed and chances of escape.

With the Coffin of Death still slung over his shoulder, Ye Chenfeng moved like a predator among prey, quickly closing the distance to the fleeing, panicked cultivators. With each swing of the Coffin of Death, nearly all those struck were annihilated instantly.

The air filled with the scent of blood and the echoes of screams, causing Ye Chenfeng’s crimson eyes to gleam with increased intensity.

He approached cultivator after cultivator, repeatedly swinging the formidable Coffin of Death.

Before long.

Not a single cultivator who had previously participated in the siege against Zhao Jinpeng and his group managed to escape; all were mercilessly crushed and killed by Ye Chenfeng using the Coffin of Death.

Outside the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin, an eerie silence descended.

High in the sky.

Ye Chenfeng, the Coffin of Death still resting on his shoulder, had a face obscured by tendrils of death aura, his robes drenched in blood. Despite the immense slaughter, the bloodlust surging within his heart showed no signs of abatement; it was, in fact, rapidly escalating.

Zhao Jinpeng and Wu Lingxiang, among others, had already perceived the alarming changes in Ye Chenfeng. Their faces were etched with worry, realizing that if he continued in this state, Ye Chenfeng himself would likely face grave peril.

The intensifying slaughter raging within him caused Ye Chenfeng to shift his gaze towards the cultivators who had maintained their neutrality.

When those neutral cultivators felt Ye Chenfeng’s killing intent-filled gaze lock onto them, they froze instantly in their tracks.

In that critical moment, as Ye Chenfeng lost control, with only boundless slaughter consuming his mind—

The stern voices of Old Bai and Old Hei, Fengxian and Yuntian respectively, reverberated fiercely within Ye Chenfeng’s consciousness.

Following Old Bai’s thunderous outburst, he commanded, “Young lad, you must awaken! You cannot continue to be ensnared by the Coffin of Death.”

After the resounding shouts of Old Bai and Old Hei echoed in his mind, Ye Chenfeng managed a slight return to lucidity.

Sensing the momentary pause in the internal onslaught of slaughter, Old Bai pressed on with his urgent admonishment, “Young lad, we must not wield the Coffin of Death any further. It needs to be resealed immediately, lest it completely devour your vital essence.”

“Furthermore, the excessive evil Qi and death aura that have infiltrated your being are severely impacting your state of mind. If you permit this slaughter to expand further, it will gravely hinder your future Cultivation, potentially sealing off your path to Eternal Life.”

As Old Bai’s voice continued to resonate in Ye Chenfeng’s mind, again and again.

Ye Chenfeng was suddenly struck with profound shock. The pursuit of Eternal Life was paramount to him, and his unwavering conviction now proved its potent influence.

He clenched his jaw tightly, forcefully suppressing the wave of slaughter within him, even resorting to biting the tip of his own tongue until it bled.

The sharp agony from his bleeding tongue served to sharpen his focus and bring him back to greater clarity.

His figure then touched down on the ground, and still able to maintain his lucidity, he placed the Coffin of Death down, swiftly erecting a seal upon it.

It appeared the Coffin of Death sensed its imminent re-sealing, causing the entirety of the black coffin to tremble ceaselessly, conveying its discontent towards Ye Chenfeng. However, as Ye Chenfeng held the position of its master, it was ultimately powerless to defy his sealing.

While Ye Chenfeng was busy sealing the Coffin of Death,

the pervasive aura of death that had spread out rapidly drew back into the Coffin of Death.

By the time the Coffin of Death was fully sealed, not a single trace of the death aura remained lingering outside the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin.

Ye Chenfeng proceeded to return the now re-sealed Coffin of Death into his Chaos Ring.

Nevertheless, the death aura that had infiltrated his body had not dispersed; the desire for slaughter within him was merely suppressed for the time being. Should he let his guard down, his overwhelming craving to slaughter would inevitably resurface and consume him once more.

Simultaneously.

A profound weariness began to creep into Ye Chenfeng’s consciousness, his strength visibly draining by degrees, and his mind gradually clouding over.

Seizing the moment before he succumbed to unconsciousness,

Ye Chenfeng declared to the assembled neutral cultivators, "Esteemed friends, today's harrowing events were precipitated entirely by the excessive provocations of Xiao Yao Palace. I, Ye Chenfeng, harbor no ambition to dominate any faction. Numerous post-battle responsibilities await us within the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin. I shall not detain you as guests. Once the affairs of the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin are settled, you are most welcome to visit at your leisure."

The neutral cultivators, upon witnessing Ye Chenfeng regain his composure, exhaled a collective sigh of relief. They recognized that from this day forward, Ye Chenfeng would stand unchallenged within the Tian Xuan Realm, and they acknowledged the pressing need to address the post-battle matters in the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin. Bowing respectfully to Ye Chenfeng, they all ascended into the air and departed.

After observing the departure of all the cultivators, Ye Chenfeng could no longer exert the will to remain conscious. His eyelids grew heavy, his eyes involuntarily shut, and he plunged into a deep slumber. Just as his body was poised to crumple to the earth—

three figures materialized beside him instantaneously, catching his collapsing form.

These three individuals were none other than Wu Lingxiang, Jiang Caixuan, and Bai Xiaorou.

With the annihilation of Xiao Yao Palace, the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the most ancient members of the Jins, no force remained within the Tian Xuan Realm that possessed the qualification to oppose Ye Chenfeng.

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