A Furious Ye Feng: Is This All You've Got?

Roar! The white tiger roared toward the heavens, unleashing a terrifying surge of aura that forcefully repelled Ye Feng’s incoming assault! Reeling backward, Ye Feng bled from all seven facial orifices, and his ears had gone completely deaf to the outside world. Yet, just as the crowd thought Lu Xiuzhong could no longer restrain himself and was about to release his ruins artifact side-sword— The Sword Ruins at Ye Feng’s glabella suddenly manifested on its own, beyond all control! The blood-mottled sword Nu Sha abruptly radiated a mysterious, majestic, and terrifying sword momentum. In an instant, Lu Xiuzhong—who was on the verge of releasing his ruins artifact blade—coughed up a massive mouthful of blood toward the sky! Everyone watched in plain view as Lu Xiuzhong’s... Sword Ruins... shattered... The blood-stained blade had merely let out a single chime, and Lu Xiuzhong’s Sword Ruins broke apart... The destruction of his Sword Ruins came without the slightest warning. It simply fractured, was obliterated, and dissipated into nothingness between heaven and earth. At this sight, not to mention Lu Xiuzhong, even Ye Feng and Li Guanqi had no idea what had just occurred. Only the sword spirit inside the sword coffin space let the corner of her lips curl slightly, murmuring softly, "Still got the same rotten temper as ever." Lu Xiuzhong spewed another great mouthful of blood. His blood and vitality surged in reverse, and the primal energy circulating through his body instantly descended into utter chaos. The man’s face turned paper-white, and his head throbbed with excruciating pain. His sea of consciousness felt as if a pair of giant hands were wrenching it open by force, on the verge of exploding. Watching Ye Feng charge at him once more, Lu Xiuzhong had no choice but to dodge desperately. Seizing his advantage, Ye Feng pressed the attack, slashing frantically with his sword. For a time, the onlookers could only watch as Lu Xiuzhong’s figure scurried about in frantic flight. The primal energy within his body fluctuated violently, and his expression was grim beyond measure. It was like a cat chasing a rat, while the rat could only flee in panic. "Hahaha! Elegant Tiger, my ass! Looks more like a sewer rat to me!" "Keep it up, Ye Feng!" Boom! Boom! The Dao platform trembled as terrifying sword light shot forth. Yet right at that moment, Lu Xiuzhong’s complexion began to recover somewhat. The tiger markings on his upper body flickered with a faint luminescence, and he instantly halted his momentum. Gripping his sword, Lu Xiuzhong underwent a sudden shift in aura. His frame pulled taut, resembling an ancient behemoth ready to devour anyone in its path. Ye Feng stomped down hard against empty air, his gaze narrowing as he advanced instead of retreating! A cold murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes. At this moment, nothing else crossed his mind. All he wanted was to kill the enemy before him and avenge his two brothers! "Tiger's Roar: Mountain Cleaver!" Taut as a fully drawn bow, Ye Feng gripped his sword with both hands as a low roar abruptly resounded! The phantom of a ferocious tiger enveloped his entire frame. The golden tiger’s eyes were pitch-black, and every strand of its fur appeared startlingly real. Its four paws trod upon pitch-black heavenly flames as it leaped into the air, roaring and charging forward. Roar! A deep furrow tore through the ground trailing behind Ye Feng, as if plowed by an old ox. Facing Ye Feng’s magnificent momentum, Lu Xiuzhong likewise charged forward in fury. Proud as he was, he would never permit himself to keep retreating. Boom! "Yan Tiger: Bright Moon Returning Heart Sword!" Boom! The ground caved in as the hurtling figure seemed to transform into a snow-white tiger. In the blink of an eye, the two clashed head-on. Clang! A terrifying shockwave rippled outward in an instant, tearing up the bluestone paving across a radius of over three hundred zhang centered on the pair. Two ferocious tigers swung their sharp claws, tearing wildly at each other in midair. Frigid glints of sword light crisscrossed violently across the arena. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clank! Clank! Boom! Boom! Fierce sword qi sliced through the air, sending showers of sparks exploding before their eyes. With feet planted firmly into the ground, both men stood at the center of the ring, furiously trading blows. In the way of the sword, speed reigned supreme! Like tireless machines, the swings of their swords grew faster and faster. Wisps of spiritual light were torn away from the phantoms of both tigers. Skrrrt! Blades tore through the air with piercing screeches. His expression ferocious, Ye Feng slashed madly, stroke after stroke. Even as the opposing edge scored his own flesh, he took no notice whatsoever. Bloody sprays burst from both their bodies, splattering across the ground, and Lu Xiuzhong’s expression grew progressively uglier. With his Sword Ruins shattered, the might of the sword in his hand was as distant as heaven and earth compared to his opponent’s. Even with secret arts brought to bear, it still fell short. The battle was so intense that the spectators forgot to breathe, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on the two combatants. Watching such a perilous slaughter had them all breaking into a cold sweat. Though the previous matches had been fierce and tragic, a spectacle of wild, relentless slugging like the one Ye Feng and Lu Xiuzhong were putting on made their blood boil with excitement. Gradually, countless fresh wounds crisscrossed both of their bodies. Yet both seemed to harbor an unbearable weight of stifled fury in their chests; neither took a single step back! Their sword momentum grew ever more savage, pursuing ultimate power in sweeping, uninhibited strikes, occasionally abandoning defense altogether against incoming blade work. The ground beside them continually exploded and collapsed. Amid the billowing dust, one could only discern wild, rapid flashes of sword light shooting back and forth. Without realizing it, Ye Feng and Lu Xiuzhong sank lower and lower, pummeling the very center of the Dao platform down by over a zhang! Blood splattered as their injuries steadily worsened. By now, their furious exchange had already raged for dozens of breaths! Boom! Suddenly, a deafening blast rang out, and Lu Xiuzhong’s body hurtled backward like a kite with its string severed. His body carved a deep gouge into the earth, skidding over a hundred zhang before finally grinding to a halt! Yet just as Lu Xiuzhong went flying, the crowd saw a blood-soaked figure with disheveled hair suddenly emerge from the billowing dust. With half his body shrouded in demonic energy, Ye Feng snapped his left hand shut toward the distant figure! A flaming palm ten zhang wide materialized out of the air, crashing down violently toward Lu Xiuzhong! The instant he sensed it, Lu Xiuzhong crushed a jade pendant. In an instant, a vast torrent of river water erupted from the center, and Lu Xiuzhong’s figure vanished into thin air. Drenched in blood, Lu Xiuzhong scrambled out of the water in a wretched state, standing at the edge of the stage and gasping for air. Ye Feng gave a cold sneer, staring straight at him as he barked, "Yin Nether: Burning Heaven!" Boom! In an instant, boundless black flames engulfed the entire domain. Lu Xiuzhong’s heart pounded violently. An unprecedented sense of mortal peril crept into his chest. Yet the moment that feeling arose, black flames suddenly surged within his internal meridians! Without him ever realizing it, those wisps of flame had already hidden themselves within his pathways. "Ah!" With an enraged cry, Lu Xiuzhong proved to be a ruthless man as well. Reversing his wrist, he slashed himself over seventy times in rapid succession, carving his own flesh right off his bones. Yet before he could catch his breath, Ye Feng’s figure reappeared at his side. A chilling voice echoed in his ear: "Is this all you've got?"