The sky above the Formosa Stadium was shrouded in a thick fog of blood, resembling a scene of hell, shrouded in gloom and despair.
Ye Feng, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword, slaughtered with a wave of his hand, like a god of death descending to earth.
With a mere gesture, large numbers of martial artists fell, like wheat being harvested.
He was incredibly fast, transforming into streaks of bloody afterimages as he charged back and forth across the scene.
Wherever it went, wails of agony rang out, and a cloud of blood mist filled the air.
Headless corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood pooling into streams that dripped down the platform and onto the ground.
As more and more people were killed, layers of blood mist spread over Ye Feng's body and hair.
Even its eyes turned blood red.
No one could see how he made his move; all they could see were streaks of blood rushing and crisscrossing the scene.
In fact, Ye Feng was not a bloodthirsty person.
Those who were standing in the US camp just now are all enemies of Great Xia.
They openly and covertly helped the United States deal with Great Xia.
Many martial artists of the Great Xia Dynasty died at their hands.
If we don't kill them today, they will turn around and kill the warriors of Great Xia tomorrow.
Ye Feng would never do something like raising a tiger that will cause him trouble.
"Treasure Island is the territory of Great Xia. You are swaggering and acting recklessly on Great Xia's land. Who gave you the right to do so!"
"The Great Xia of today is not the Great Xia of a hundred years ago. The era when it was at the mercy of foreign powers is gone forever."
"Now that you're here, leave your lives behind!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"Xuanyuan Invincible Sword Formation!"
Ye Feng got carried away with the killing, letting out long howls.
The sound was like a dragon's roar, capable of piercing through metal and splitting rocks.
This group of people were utterly routed, their weapons and armor scattered, their courage shattered. They were powerless against Ye Feng, as if he were cutting vegetables and melons.
Wherever it went, it was devastating, leaving behind a sea of blood mist, turning the place into a living hell.
Before the sorcerer Chachai could even cast his spell, a violent killing intent swept over him, turning half of his body into blood. He was so frightened that he wet his pants and begged for mercy.
"Sect Leader Ye, it was all my fault for being confused for a moment, please..."
"Sect Leader Ye, I'll never dare to do it again, please don't..."
"Sect Master Ye, spare my life..."
puff!
puff!
puff!
The violent sword energy completely drowned out his voice and instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Ye Feng didn't bother with formalities with these people; he killed them like chickens.
He charged through the vast stadium for several rounds, searching for traces of the Seven Kill Hall assassins.
This is his main mission in coming to Taiwan.
He will eliminate the high-ranking members of the Seven Killings Hall in one fell swoop to avenge his deceased parents and the Ye clan.
Strangely, they hadn't encountered a single assassin from the Seven Kill Hall along the way.
"Tell me, where are the assassins from the Seven Kill Hall?"
Ye Feng seized a high-ranking member of the American Martial Arts Federation and interrogated him.
"I...I don't know..."
puff!
A slap turned the blood mist into a spray that exploded in all directions.
"Tell me, where have all the assassins from the Seven Kill Hall gone?"
"I...I've never seen this before..."
puff!
Do you know?
"I don't……"
puff!
puff!
puff!
Ye Feng's sleeves fluttered, and with a wave of his hand, bursts of blood mist shot up, like blood-red butterflies dancing among a sea of flowers.
It seems these people genuinely don't know the whereabouts of the Seven Kill Hall assassins.
If that's the case, then there's no need to keep it.
With a wave of his hand, a sword aura tens of meters long slashed out across the sky, like the scythe in the hand of the Grim Reaper.
Heads flew high into the air, like harvested corn cobs, sweeping away everything in their path with unstoppable force.
The American martial arts alliance was slaughtered, and the members fled in all directions, howling and wishing they had been given two more legs.
Sasaki, the leader of the martial arts alliance of Japan, seeing that the situation was not good, transformed into a black mist and prepared to escape.
Although he was reborn as the 79th head of the Toyo Shrine, he was no match for Ye Feng at all.
"Trying to run away? Not so easy."
Ye Feng grabbed the other person's neck from a distance and pulled him over.
Sasaki was terrified, but he quickly calmed himself down and stared at Ye Feng with eyes as sharp as a venomous snake.
"Ye Feng, you can kill us."
"But dream on if you think you can destroy the Bushido spirit of our Japan, haha."
"Go ahead and do it, I'm not afraid of you."
He laughed maniacally, his features contorted and distorted, deliberately trying to provoke Ye Feng.
Ye Feng slapped his head so hard it was deformed.
"Want to die? It's not that easy."
Then, he sealed the other party's cultivation and put him into a storage ring, to be interrogated slowly later.
Ye Feng still had many questions about the mysterious black hole at the Japanese shrine.
"kill!"
Later, Fatty Situ couldn't hold back any longer, and his fat fingers started fiddling with the small abacus made of pure gold.
Whoosh whoosh——
One after another, pure gold abacus beads shot out, causing many people to die with their brains splattered.
Although he has now entered the Earth Realm, in theory he doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the competition venue.
However, he couldn't resist the power of his pure gold abacus, which was a rare and precious magical artifact.
In addition, these people had already been driven mad by Ye Feng's attacks and were fleeing in a panic like frightened birds, so they had no time to deal with Fatty Situ and his group.
"Hehehehe..."
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