bullyxtreme Chapter 2065 - 2096: The Calamity of Slaughter
Chapter 2065 - 2096: The Calamity of Slaughter
The sword blades are of varying lengths, some wide and some narrow.Each sword, with its distinct shape, emanates different levels of power. However, all these swords share a commonality.
That is, the aura released by these swords unconsciously converges into one or two more delicate but even more terrifying and fierce swords.
These two swords are the black and red ones that Ye Feng first noticed.
The reason Ye Feng could easily spot them was that ever since the transformation his body underwent, he gained a heightened sense to perceive any matter in this world.
This transformation, regardless of the tangible or intangible, makes it difficult to conceal anything from Ye Feng.
The changes among the swords also naturally became evident to Ye Feng.
At this moment, when Ye Feng looked at these swords, he was much calmer and more relaxed than before.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he grabbed once more, and the black spear that had just dissipated reappeared in his hand.
Looking at the spear in his hand, he swung it, and an unmatched brilliance emanated.
As the light spread out, all the swords in this world seemed to sense a threat.
Almost simultaneously, all the swords emitted a fierce buzzing sound.
The sounds converged, forming a wave capable of annihilating an ordinary Lord Cultivator. As this wave approached, it caused Ye Feng to pause his steps and retreat three paces.
Ye Feng stomped his foot, and his retreating body came to a complete halt. After spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, he finally looked differently at all the surrounding swords.
"Interesting, I didn't expect that in this state, I could still be injured by you. In that case, let me see what level of power you truly possess."
Ye Feng let out a cold laugh, tightly gripping the spear in his hand, which then shattered into energy, absorbed entirely into Ye Feng's body.
His gaze swept forward, and with a sudden clench of his fist, a fist formed in an instant.
As soon as the fist formed, he raised it and launched a fierce strike forward.
As the punch landed, the earth trembled, and all the swords buzzed again.
This time, the buzzing sound was much stronger than before, but still different.
Because this buzz wasn't from the innate will of these swords; it seemed to be emitted under some compelling situation.
As soon as these sounds were emitted, a sense of tremor appeared on the swords.
The tremor was very faint, but it immediately diminished the aura radiating from these swords.
After this punch, Ye Feng punched once again.
In a blink, a dozen or more fists simultaneously appeared and struck down upon the swords, which reacted with the swiftest response possible.
Every punch that fell upon the swords induced an indescribable sensation of tremor, a feeling that was incredibly intense.
Under the prolonged effect of this tremor, fine cracks even appeared on the swords.
As soon as these cracks appeared, the sword bodies completely collapsed, ultimately dissipating and disappearing.
While this series of changes was happening within the sword array, the goat-bearded cultivator and the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged within the star river had their eyes tightly closed.
Every time a thunderous sound came from the sword vortex ahead, their faces turned even paler.
A large spatter of blood would shoot out from their mouths.
After spitting blood twelve times, a weariness appeared on the white-haired old man's face.
"If this continues, and this sword technique can't kill that boy, you and I will be in great peril." The white-haired old man said coldly, opening his mouth suddenly.
"The transformation after the phenomenon of transformation, producing such strength, is indeed overwhelming for both of us. However, retreating now is not an option, for it would render all the costs and scheming for this event as someone else's benefit. That would be an indelible disgrace for both of us." The goat-bearded cultivator rasped, "We must kill him today, regardless of the cost, and forcibly seize all he possesses. Only this way can our efforts not be wasted. If he does not die, we are sure to be the ones who perish."
Within the goat-bearded cultivator's words were countless killing intentions, accompanied by boundless greed and resentment.
The price they paid to kill Ye Feng was exorbitantly high, almost reaching their current limit.
This consequently fostered a seed of resentment within the goat-bearded cultivator towards Ye Feng.
Currently, he harbored one thought: to utterly kill Ye Feng here.
The white-haired old man's face was full of worry, appearing somewhat unwilling and reluctant upon hearing this.
But as these complex emotions surfaced, the white-haired old man gritted his teeth, his expression turning into a frenzied madness.
"You're suggesting that we should sacrifice all our Lifebound Items to engage in a life-and-death battle with this brat?" the white-haired old man said chillingly.
"Exactly. Time is against us. At most, in Half Moon, we will face the natural calamity wrought by the heavens and earth. If, by then, we have not killed him, facing such disaster in our current state will be certain death." The goat-bearded cultivator spoke sinisterly.