Come On! Kill Me!!

He then tossed it beneath his feet. Through his disheveled hair, his gaze was sharp as a hawk's as he murmured hoarsely, "Seventh." "Seventeen... left." Those two short phrases rattled the composure of many cultivators, shaking their Dao hearts. They could not comprehend how Ye Feng, grievously injured to such an extent, had still not fallen! With every kill, he kept count aloud. His voice rang in everyone's ears like the whisper of death itself. It was as though a voice inside their hearts was bewitching them, warning that the next one might be them. Song Yuan realized this as well. Infusing his voice with primal energy, he barked, "Kill the bastard behind him! We still have so many people, and he's already at the end of his rope!" "Just hold out for another incense stick of time! Once the power of the Spirit Burst Pill fades from his body, he'll be at our mercy!" These words rallied the spirits of the Immortal Realm cultivators. "Right! At most, he can only last for an incense stick of time!" "Stall! Stall for time and we win!!" "What a relentless monster. Who knows how terrifying someone like him would be if he ascended to the Immortal Realm." "Even as fellow Mystic Immortals, I'd never want to cross paths with him!" Before long, realizing they could not overpower Ye Feng directly at this moment, the Immortal Realm cultivators shifted their attacks toward Li Guanqi behind him. Instantly, Ye Feng found his hands tied at every turn. The excruciating agony of burning, severed meridians constantly racked his nerves. Blood sprayed as his movements grew increasingly sluggish. Cold glints sheared away flesh across his body, exposing ghastly white bone. In the span of a mere half incense stick, he survived dozens of brushes with death. His wounds grew even more severe, the vast majority borne out of necessity to shield Li Guanqi with his own body. Ye Feng kept his head bowed, blood-soaked hair hanging loose so that no one could see his face or expression. Clutching a severed head, Ye Feng murmured in a hoarse, trembling voice, "Ninth..." The head tumbled into the void. For every enemy he killed, he severed their head using the most brutal methods. Suddenly! Ye Feng jerked his head up, sweeping an evil-fiend gaze across everyone. In that instant, every single enemy took a collective step backward! The crowd retreated in unison—no one wanted to become the tenth on his tally! "Demon..." "Madman!!" "What a terrifying brute! He must be slain to eliminate future trouble forever!!" With bowed head, Ye Feng panted raggedly. He knew he was nearing his absolute limit. The meridians within his body could no longer complete a full circulation of his cultivation technique, which meant he could no longer absorb and refine spiritual energy amid battle. Meanwhile, Li Guanqi pressed onward through the surging ocean of thunder. Even though his divine soul consciousness had grown paper-thin, he refused to give up. Allowing the monstrous sea of lightning to crash against him, he gritted his teeth and tore through barrier after barrier, forging ahead! He knew Ye Feng was waiting for him, and everyone was waiting for him! Silver-white spiritual light flickered incessantly at the glabella of his ethereal form. At this moment, the power of the Spirit-Devouring Dao Physique fully erupted. Standing in the vast sea of lightning, Li Guanqi's body shone with silver radiance, astonishingly holding the monstrous lightning at bay a hundred zhang away! With eyes closed and mind focused, Li Guanqi finally sensed that so-called glimmer of vitality! An intensely dazzling lightning bolt darted and flashed through the sea of thunder. And that lightning radiated an exceptionally dense power of laws! Destruction, rebirth, chaos, might... The surging aura of laws filled even Li Guanqi with dread. His form abruptly blurred into an afterimage, darting toward that sliver of vitality. Perhaps sensing danger, the lightning began to flee frantically. A flash of enlightenment dawned in Li Guanqi's mind, and he released the power of laws he had comprehended thus far. Faint purple lightning danced and leapt around him as his speed climbed higher and higher. Within this vast sea of thunder, he flew faster still; it was as if the laws of the thunder sea recognized him, and the opposing forces dwindled further and further. Meanwhile, in the outside world, Ye Feng was struggling to cope. *Squelch!* A longsword skewered through him. Ye Feng whipped his blade across in a retaliatory slash, but the attacker abandoned the sword and fled! Before he could even register it, another gleaming longsword thrust straight for his chest! Forcibly twisting his torso, he let the blade pierce through his chest, narrowly missing his heart. Just as that enemy sought to pull back as well, Ye Feng clamped down on the man's head with a ferocious grimace, his voice chilling: "Tenth!" Ignoring all incoming strikes from every side, his sword swept across the void wrapped in terrifying sword light! *Slash!* Blood spouted like a geyser as a head flew high into the air, the headless corpse plunging into nothingness. Over a dozen attacks gouged deep wounds into Ye Feng's flesh. The hem of his robe was dyed a dark, drenched red, dripping blood—yet not a single soul dared approach. The remaining fourteen cultivators stood a hundred zhang away, silent, motionless, not daring to strike... Ye Feng's sword hand trembled faintly. Glaring at his surroundings, he roared, "Come on!" "Come kill me!" Staggering, Ye Feng dropped to one knee, propping himself up with his longsword to keep from collapsing completely. Silence fell, the atmosphere suffocatingly oppressive. Everyone knew Ye Feng was at the end of his rope, yet none dared step forward to finish him. No one could be certain whether his death throes would drag another person down with him. They... did not want to become the eleventh! Ye Feng bowed his head and let out a scoffing laugh. Blood clouded his eyes, blurring his vision. "A bunch of... dog bastards..." "Immortals? Nothing but... cowards..." Song Yuan slowly walked forward, his eyes icy. Feeling the majestic heavenly might bearing down, a faint smile finally touched Ye Feng's face. "Just... hold out... a little longer... and that'll do..." With that, another Spirit Burst Pill astonishingly appeared in Ye Feng's hand! Seeing this, Song Yuan showed neither fear nor dread. The man was in hardly any better shape himself; his left arm had been torn off raw by Ye Feng, and one of his ears had been bitten off. "A Spirit Burst Pill?" "Heh, swallow it! Go on, swallow it!" "A fourth Spirit Burst Pill! The moment you take it, your body will collapse instantly and blow you to pieces!" "A Spirit Burst Pill? More like a body-bursting pill!" Ye Feng slowly raised his head, glaring at Song Yuan through strands of hair with blood-red eyes. His voice wasn't loud, ragged and broken. "Come... stand... closer..." Hearing those words, Song Yuan instinctively took a step back. Composing himself, he frowned, then strode forward three steps! "So what if I stand closer?" Ye Feng slowly raised his hand, about to pop the Spirit Burst Pill into his mouth. Suddenly! *Rumble!* A hand reached out from behind, gripping his hand with firm, iron strength, pinning his fingers to keep him from feeding the pill into his mouth. Ye Feng smiled. Crushing the pill in his grip, he took hold of Li Guanqi's hand, murmuring in a faint whisper: "Eldest Brother..." "My... role is over... It's... your turn." The ropes snapped. Ye Feng could endure no longer and blacked out. Song Yuan and the others instantly went on high alert as if facing a mortal foe. With heartache in his eyes, Li Guanqi looked down at Ye Feng, lifted him up, and stuffed handfuls of healing pills into his mouth. After stabilizing his injuries, Li Guanqi sent Ye Feng into the sword coffin. Presently, Pengluo had forcibly suppressed signs of breakthrough earlier and lay unconscious inside the sword coffin. Jiuxiao was heavily injured and unconscious, and his sworn brothers were all severely maimed. A monstrous fury blazed within Li Guanqi's chest. With a flick of his hand, Red Lotus swept into his grip. Having recovered nearly half his strength, Li Guanqi burst forward in an instant! Song Yuan was terrified and roared, "Kill him with everything you have!!" Yet how could these cultivators, all grievously wounded, possibly match Li Guanqi? Facing the endless barrage of attacks, Li Guanqi dodged at will. Above him, thunderclouds churned—the Tribulation Transcendence Realm heavenly tribulation had already manifested! For Li Guanqi against this crowd, it was nothing short of a massacre! *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Amid the deafening roars, corpse after corpse plummeted from the sky. Li Guanqi had eyes only for Song Yuan! When the last few fell dead, madness completely consumed Song Yuan's gaze. "You want to kill me? Then be buried with me!!" A verdant ancient seal abruptly appeared in Song Yuan's hand. The moment the ancient seal appeared, celestial spiritual energy surged ceaselessly across the firmament once more. Li Guanqi gave a cold sneer, and his sword cleaved violently outward! "Red Lotus: Thunder Wrath!" *Boom!* Terrifying lightning flashed and vanished; Song Yuan's body and soul perished together, obliterated within the sword light. The celestial passage reopened, yet Li Guanqi stood firm, sword in hand, without a trace of fear. *Rumble!* The dreadful heavenly tribulation, spanning a hundred li, glowed with a crimson, bloody hue. The corners of Li Guanqi's lips curled up slightly. "Send down a few more." "Otherwise... there won't be enough to kill." *Crash!!* A bolt of blood-red lightning three feet thick crashed down from the heavens! The descending immortals felt their hearts shudder. "This is... the Tribulation Transcendence Realm heavenly tribulation!" "Dammit, this is supposed to be the Fourth Domain battlefield! How could anyone trigger a Tribulation Transcendence Realm heavenly tribulation here?! And an obliteration tribulation at that!" "Wait, that's not right... Didn't over two hundred people descend earlier? Where are they?" "Why is there only one person in the entire domain?!"