The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2373 - 2362: Death Qi Patterns

Inside the True Dragon Hall, every single person present fixed their attention on Ye Chenfeng. No one dared to make a sound, as if even breathing too loudly would be a transgression. Two genuine Half-step Divine Venerables were held by Ye Chenfeng, their throats clamped as if they were lifeless hounds. What was truly astonishing was that Ye Chenfeng's own cultivation was merely at the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm. How could this have happened within the Skylock Space? Why, even when the combined might of the Half-step Divine Venerables Zhou Zhande and Zhou Yongwang was employed, did they still fall before Ye Chenfeng?

Their faces flushed crimson, Zhou Zhande and Zhou Yongwang, whose necks were held in Ye Chenfeng's grip, felt the insidious invasion of death qi relentlessly creeping into their bodies. The unyielding killing intent radiating from Ye Chenfeng sent tremors of fear through their hearts. Had they possessed any inkling of this outcome, a hundred lifetimes of courage would not have compelled them to dare lay a hand on Cheng Yuanmu and the others! In their eyes, Ye Chenfeng had transcended humanity; his actions and power were utterly beyond the realm of common understanding.

Neither Zhou Zhande nor Zhou Yongwang dared to channel their Spiritual Energy for resistance, knowing full well that any movement from Ye Chenfeng's hand would spell their immediate demise. Zhou Zhande's voice, hoarse and strained, conceded, "For what has transpired today, our Zhou clan readily admits defeat. Whatever conditions you deem fit, please state them."

However.

Ye Chenfeng, currently immersed in a Demonization State, seemed incapable of comprehending Zhou Zhande's words. Within him raged only an escalating will to kill, a primal craving for warm blood. His face remained impassive, yet an ultimate power surged from the palm that held Zhou Zhande and Zhou Yongwang captive.

With two explosive "bang! bang!" sounds, Zhou Zhande and Zhou Yongwang's heads detonated, starting from their necks. The freshly spilled blood instantly coated Ye Chenfeng's entire form. Thus, the two Half-step Divine Venerables met their end at Ye Chenfeng's hands.

A collective gasp echoed through the hall as all present held their breath. Cheng Nianjiang, Cheng Tongliang, and the other members of the Cheng family found their throats inexplicably dry. They swallowed repeatedly, their heartbeats accelerating, faces etched with sheer terror. They were on the verge of losing control of their bodily functions, finally grasping the colossal error in their previous judgment.

Many among the Zhou clan members gathered in the True Dragon Hall were the first to unravel upon witnessing the demise of their revered ancestors. With the loss of the Zhou clan's two Half-step Divine Venerables and three Initial Stage Divine King Realm experts, not a single cultivator of the Divine King Realm remained within their ranks. Once the undisputed overlords of Lingfeng City, the Zhou clan had now plummeted into utter decline.

Furthermore, prior to this event, the Zhou clan had inflicted considerable oppression upon numerous other families in Lingfeng City. Even if Ye Chenfeng were inclined to show mercy, the surviving members of the Zhou clan would likely face annihilation from the vengeful families.

As the proverb goes, when a wall crumbles, everyone joins in the push; in this world, those who trample the fallen are often the vast majority.

The Zhou clan members, in a desperate bid for survival, began to scramble towards the exit of the True Dragon Hall. Ye Chenfeng, his eyes now twin pools of blood-red, turned his gaze towards the fleeing figures. Donning his black Death Qi Robe, he swept his right arm forward, and a spectral Death Qi Longsword materialized once more in his grasp. In an instant, his form dissolved from its previous location.

With a swift "puchi!" sound, Ye Chenfeng reappeared at the entrance of the True Dragon Hall. The Death Qi Longsword plunged directly through the body of the very first Zhou clan member who had managed to place one foot outside the threshold. From within the dark blade, boundless death qi surged into the Heavenly God Realm cultivator. His skin began to shrivel, and cracks spiderwebbed across his body before, with a final "bang!" sound, he exploded into a mist of blood.

Standing amidst the airborne blood mist, the blood-red hue in Ye Chenfeng's eyes pulsed unstably. His figure flickered in and out of existence, his Death Qi Longsword slicing through the air time and again. Heads tumbled, bodies disintegrated in rapid succession. The stench of blood intensified within the confines of the True Dragon Hall. In a mere moment, all the Zhou clan members who had attempted to flee became souls claimed by Ye Chenfeng's blade.

Present guests, including some who had reached the Divine King Realm, quickly retreated from Ye Chenfeng. They, too, perceived that Ye Chenfeng's state was awry; the present Ye Chenfeng was undeniably a demon consumed by a thirst for slaughter.

Ever since a seed of death qi had taken root within the right side of Ye Chenfeng's chest.

A continuous stream of fresh death qi had been emerging from this rooted source. Now, every single cell in Ye Chenfeng's body was enveloped by this death qi. While his combat prowess had surged dramatically, his life force was also diminishing at an alarming and accelerated pace.

Old Bai Wu Fengxian and Old Hei Jiang Yuntian realized that allowing Ye Chenfeng to continue in this state was untenable. Their urgent shouts resonated within Ye Chenfeng's mind, but having plunged into an extreme Demonization State, Ye Chenfeng remained unreachable, impervious to Old Bai and Old Hei's calls even for an instant.

If the death qi persisted in its relentless consumption of Ye Chenfeng, his remaining lifespan would be significantly curtailed.

However, the remnant souls of Old Bai and Old Hei had not yet achieved complete recovery. During this phase of their recuperation, exerting their power to influence Ye Chenfeng proved exceedingly difficult.

Witnessing Ye Chenfeng's eyes ablaze with a crimson hue, Cheng Yiyao bit down on her lip. With a determined resolve, she dashed directly towards Ye Chenfeng, her voice ringing out as she ran: "Chenfeng, wake up! Please, wake up!"

Upon seeing Cheng Yiyao charging towards him, the overwhelming slaughter erupting within Ye Chenfeng ignited a desire to end her as well.

But the mark of the Dragon Clan Clan Leader on his back began to circulate of its own accord, albeit subtly.

As the Dragon Clan Clan Leader mark pulsed, though Ye Chenfeng's body remained filled with slaughter, a sliver of clarity returned to his mind.

He forcibly suppressed the killing intent surging within him.

Ye Chenfeng clenched his teeth fiercely, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and practically bellowed, "Where is the Zhous' medicine garden?"

Earlier, Cheng Yiyao had mentioned that six stalks of Hundred-Heart Grass were cultivated within the Zhous' medicine garden.

Cheng Yiyao, instinctively, pointed towards the direction of the medicine garden.

In the very next second.

Ye Chenfeng instantly vanished from the True Dragon Hall.

Upon arriving at the Zhous' medicine garden, guided by Old Bai and Old Hei, he swiftly located the six stalks of Hundred-Heart Grass. Old Bai Wu Fengxian then cautioned, "Little fellow, the death qi and killing aura coursing through you are excessively dense at this moment, and the death qi has already taken root in your body. I fear that even if you absorb these six stalks of Hundred-Heart Grass, you may not be able to completely purge the death qi from your system."

The Dragon Clan Clan Leader mark had only managed to restore a mere hint of clarity to Ye Chenfeng, and he could no longer endure. He directly seized the six stalks of Hundred-Heart Grass, initiating the absorption process.

As he absorbed the Hundred-Heart Grass, stalk by successive stalk.

Once all six stalks of Hundred-Heart Grass had been completely absorbed.

The Death Qi Robe adorning Ye Chenfeng's body instantly retreated inward. The blood-red tint in his eyes subsided, returning to their normal color, and the death qi afflicting his body rapidly dissipated.

Ye Chenfeng, clad in tattered remnants of clothing with his upper body exposed, exuded a presence that suggested all the death qi within him had vanished. The death qi that had taken root on the right side of his chest was also gone; however, in its place, a complex black pattern had materialized.

This must be the Death Qi Patterns, intricately formed from the death qi itself.

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