Striking Terror into Their Hearts!

A brilliant, dazzling frost sword qi erupted in an instant. The immense force shoved the surrounding crowd back hundreds of zhang. Two corpses shattered into frozen blocks, tumbling into the void. Carrying Li Guanqi on his back, Ye Feng retreated rapidly alongside Meng Wanshu. By now, even Meng Wanshu was at the end of her tether, the power of the Violent Spirit Pill rapidly fading. Her vision was going dark, her body swaying precariously, drained by severe blood loss from countless wounds. Over the course of the battle, even the protective magic treasures left to her by Meng Jiangchu had been nearly exhausted. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out. Casting a deep look at the man strapped to Ye Feng's back, she gritted her teeth, steeling herself to charge into the fray once more to buy Ye Feng time to escape. Yet right then, Ye Feng slowly reached out a hand, stopping her. He looked back with a faint smile. "Sister-in-law, rest." Glancing up at the heavenly tribulation thunderclouds steadily coalescing above, he said softly, "If you're hurt too badly, I won't know how to face Big Brother." Meng Wanshu refused without a second thought. "No!" "If I leave, wouldn't that be leaving you to your death?" Her face was smeared with blood, and the armor formed of frost was battered to pieces. Her body lacked even the primal energy needed to reshape it, leaving her face pale as paper and her lips utterly drained of color. Yet Ye Feng spoke with unshakeable resolve. "I won't be sent to my death..." "Until Big Brother wakes up, I will not die. No matter what, I won't die." "This is a promise—a promise between brothers." Pausing briefly, Ye Feng looked back at Meng Wanshu with a brilliant grin. "Trust me, Sister-in-law." Before Meng Wanshu could say another word, an abrupt palm strike from Ye Feng sent her hurtling straight into the sword coffin's internal space! Having done this, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately after, he drew a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood that he had suppressed for far too long. Feeling his breath ease somewhat, Ye Feng's aura began to steadily drop. The backlash of the Violent Spirit Pill was beginning to take hold. And before him, more than twenty enemies still remained! Blood mixed with saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he muttered, "Twenty-three... twenty-four." By now, Song Yuan was already shivering with fear! He could not understand. He could not comprehend why these people seemed immortal—why they fought back with such unyielding tenacity despite being grievously wounded! Of course, he would never comprehend just how immense Ye Feng's willpower was! Will transcended raw power and cultivation realms. Even when outmatched, a person's will could remain unbreakable! And Ye Feng was precisely such a person. Ye Feng licked his lips, the metallic taste of blood violently electrifying his nerves. Suddenly, he uttered words that left everyone baffled. "There are far fewer of you... than the ones who besieged us brothers back then." Before his voice had even faded, Song Yuan waved his arm and roared, "Kill him!! It all ends now!" By this point, the Immortal Realm cultivators were also heavily wounded. Facing Ye Feng and his companions, each possessing might comparable to the Seven Generals, how could this battle have been easy? Their sole advantage lay in numbers, which left their reserves in far better condition than those of their exhausted foes. Yet at that very moment, two crimson pills suddenly appeared in Ye Feng's hand! The instant Song Yuan saw them, his expression changed drastically! Violent Spirit Pills... Two of them! "Has this lunatic lost his mind?!" "He already swallowed one, and the backlash has just begun! How dare he take more?!" "Even if swallowing them temporarily boosts his strength, a fall in cultivation realm is practically guaranteed afterward—he might never advance an inch again!" "He's gambling his entire road to immortality on this fight!" Song Yuan's pupils trembled violently as the word 'lunatic' tumbled from his lips over and over. How could Ye Feng not know the consequences of taking another Violent Spirit Pill? He knew full well—better than anyone. Yet... In this dire situation, he refused to let anything happen to any of his brothers! Nor to Meng Wanshu, for she was his eldest brother's Dao companion, the person his eldest brother cherished most. If a choice had to be made, he would rather gamble his own road to immortality for this slim sliver of survival! Because... in Li Guanqi's absence, he was the eldest brother to them all!!! Tossing the crimson pills into the air, Ye Feng's gaze hardened, and he snapped his jaws shut, crushing them both! Boom!!!!! The moment the medicinal power transformed into twin dragons surging through his body, the robes on his upper torso blasted apart. Eyes turning completely bloodshot, Ye Feng's aura began a frantic surge. Beneath the tyrannical power of the Violent Spirit Pills, every drop of his potential was squeezed to its absolute limit. The primal energy within him regenerated madly, blazing through his meridians like wildfire. As it circulated, it felt as though searing flames were charring his passages. His meridians began to twist, thin, and burn straight through! Blue veins bulged across Ye Feng's forehead, the vessels on his neck throbbing violently. His face flushed crimson, and his golden hair stood upright, pointing straight toward the sky like an enraged fiend! With a flick of his hand, the Nu Sha sword let out a piercing, resonant hum that ripped through the clouds! Screeech!!!! Nu Sha instantly underwent Heavenly Revelation, its bloodstained blade turning unimaginably sharp. At this moment, Ye Feng's power forcibly breached the threshold of the early Tribulation Transcendence realm! A dense aura of the power of laws manifested as reddish-gold sword qi crisscrossed the void, weaving and swooping around him. Sword intent at the peak of the Sword Soul realm! This will was firm as bedrock—a crystallization of duty, responsibility, and an unshakeable determination to stand at the summit of the world! Boom!!! Standing alone in the void with sword in hand, Ye Feng gazed up at the twenty-odd immortals, his eyes devoid of fear. Though he was practically burning away his own life, he had not lost his sanity. Thump!! The void beneath his feet abruptly caved in across hundreds of zhang. As the shattered nothingness collapsed, Ye Feng's body transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting forward in an instant! Fierce, domineering, fearless! That was everything Ye Feng embodied in this moment. Inside the sword coffin space, Meng Wanshu and the severely injured Xiao Chen watched in stunned silence. Tears blurring his vision, Xiao Chen desperately tried to mend his wounds and recover his primal energy, his hand gripping his spear trembling uncontrollably. "Second Brother..." With an intricate swirl of emotions in her eyes, Meng Wanshu murmured, "Ye Feng." Like a ferocious beast, Ye Feng plunged into the crowd, unleashing a frenzied slaughter! "Die!!! Aaargh!!! I'll butcher every last one of you bastards!!!" Boom, boom, boom!!! Clang, clang, clang! Clang!! Thud! Boom! Reddish-gold Gengjin sword qi swept across the void, engulfing every single enemy. Flashes of blades and swords tore through space, rending it apart. Countless floating islands were reduced to ash; the firmament changed color, and the domains trembled. The boundary gates connecting the Third and Fifth Domains slammed shut, turning the Fourth Domain into a realm of death. This battle would not end until one side was wiped out entirely! Splat!!! A cold gleam flashed, and Ye Feng cleanly severed his enemy's head.