The Sword of Blood
Inside the Sword Casting Manor.
Soon, hundreds of martial artists surged forward and surrounded Ye Feng.
Among them were more than a dozen Martial Soul level experts, two Martial Saints at the eighth rank, and the rest were Martial Soul and Martial Grandmaster level experts.
With this power alone, they could do whatever they wanted in the secular world.
A chorus of insults erupted.
"You brat, who are you to dare trespass on my Sword Forging Manor? Release Elder Wu right now!"
Elder Wu was the white-haired old man who was captured by Ye Feng.
"You bastard, you think you can run wild at Sword Forging Manor?"
"Release him immediately, then kneel down and kowtow a thousand times to apologize, and serve as my slave for life at Sword Forging Manor, and I might spare your dog's life."
The white-haired old man was being held by the neck by Ye Feng and lifted into the air, his eyes gleaming with cold light.
"Ahem... How about it, brat? You can't afford to mess with our Sword Forging Manor."
"Be smart and let me go right now, or else..."
Click!
Ye Feng snapped his neck and threw him aside like a dead dog, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"I am Ye Feng."
"Where is my sister? Hand her over right now, or I'll raze your Sword Forging Manor to the ground."
The sound was like a cold front blowing from Siberia, extinguishing all life and sending chills down one's spine.
The temperature around us suddenly dropped.
He could sense that his sister's life force was extremely weak, and she must have been in mortal danger.
Sure enough, everyone present was filled with fear upon hearing this name.
"Ye Feng!"
"I remember now, he is the leader of the Blood Mist Sect. Wherever he goes, there is a cloud of blood mist. No wonder he is so domineering."
"He killed Lumba, the Grand Master of the Global Martial Arts Alliance, and also wiped out the heads of the martial arts world in several member countries. The Japanese Sword God also died at his hands."
"It's said that even the dark matter laser cannon developed by the lizardmen couldn't kill him. That's terrifying."
"In short, he's a bloodthirsty demon."
Ye Feng's name is renowned not only in the secular world but also throughout the entire ancient martial arts community.
Some people were afraid and dared not step forward.
The two elders who were leading the group, both at the Martial Saint level, remained relatively calm.
One of them stared coldly at Ye Feng.
"So you are Ye Feng."
"We've been looking everywhere for you, and you've actually delivered yourself to our doorstep. I know you're powerful in the secular world, but our Sword Forging Manor belongs to the ancient martial arts world, far superior to those in the secular realm. Here, you're nothing but a dog..."
puff!
Ye Feng slapped him into a bloody mist, killing a Martial Saint as easily as slaughtering a dog.
"An irrelevant answer."
puff!
Then, he raised his hand and killed a peak Martial Soul cultivator. Several other people beside him were also seriously injured and coughed up blood.
The way he did it so casually was no different from swatting a few flies.
"Since you refuse to talk, then you might as well die."
Ye Feng took a step forward, like a beast unleashed from its cage, an eagle soaring through the sky. The violent gust of wind instantly turned several people in front of him into a bloody mist.
One step kills ten people.
A series of blood mists exploded behind him, filling the entire Sword Forging Manor and making it look as eerie and terrifying as a ghost castle.
His voice sounded like it came from hell, sending chills down your spine.
An old-fashioned person angrily rebuked.
"Ye Feng, are you even being reasonable? You just came up here and started killing innocent people indiscriminately. It's outrageous!"
Ye Feng sneered.
"What, you can't beat me, so you start talking reason?"
"If you don't hand over the person, don't blame me for killing everyone here."
The last remaining Martial Saint expert, seeing the situation was dire, turned and ran, only to be slapped into a bloody mist by Ye Feng's palm strike in mid-air.
The remaining martial spirits and martial arts masters were so frightened that their legs trembled, and many of them collapsed to the ground.
This man is practically a death god who reaps lives.
They were powerless to fight back, and their hearts were filled with immense fear and despair.
"Ye Feng!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice came from deep within the Sword Forging Manor.
Then, a group of ancient people rushed out of the secret room, numbering in the dozens, and surrounded Ye Feng. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of white heads.
The old man with the crooked nose in the arena caught Ye Feng's attention.
On his withered, large hand were a few drops of blood, which had accidentally dripped onto Ye Wushuang's wrist when he had just cut it.
Ye Feng stared intently at the few drops of blood, his gaze suddenly turning cold. He keenly sensed his sister's presence within them.
"You old bastard, what have you done to my sister?"
Ye Feng strode toward the old man with the crooked nose, his eyes bloodshot and his body radiating a terrifying killing intent.
An old antique, a second-rank Martial King, jumped out and tried to stop them.
"How dare you, Ye Feng! You've got some nerve, daring to slaughter innocent people in my Sword Forging Manor..."
puff!
Ye Feng raised his millstone-sized hand and smashed his body into pieces, turning it into a cloud of blood mist, without even glancing at it.
"Those who block my way shall die!"
No more nonsense, let's start killing!
Now that the Sword Forging Manor has kidnapped his sister, they're already on Ye Feng's death list.
Ye Feng took a step forward, his iron fist sweeping across the sky, smashing several people into a bloody mist.
Wherever it went, it was as if it were in an empty land, with blood mist rolling and screams filling the air.
He did not use his cultivation, but relied solely on his physical strength.
Since obtaining the Crimson Flame Qilin Arm, his physical body has become even more powerful, as if cast in bronze and iron, indestructible.
The fist swung, making a whooshing sound as if a giant god were wielding a heavy hammer, its power astonishing.
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