Inside this stronghold of the Tu Xia organization.
Just as Ye Feng was preparing to unleash a massacre.
Suddenly, thick black mist surged from every corner, instantly enveloping the entire stronghold until no one could see their own hand in front of their face.
A gloomy atmosphere hung in the air, and a chilling wind blew in.
Everywhere there were howls and wailing of ghosts, as if the gates of hell had been wide open and countless ghosts were running rampant.
"Be careful, the black fog is poisonous."
Nearby, someone kindly reminded them, and then a rattling sound of iron chains rang out.
It was the same man whose bones had been broken by Okamoto Shichijiro earlier.
Then came a scream, followed by shouts and curses.
"Da Xia dog, you're tired of living."
When Ye Feng was cultivating on Kunlun Mountain, his sixth master, the divine physician Guigu, tempered his physique day and night with various rare and precious herbs, making him immune to all poisons.
These black mists were no match for Ye Feng at all.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He raised his sword and struck first, killing the martial artist.
His head and half of his body were cleanly severed diagonally, and blood splattered high into the air.
Whoosh!
The sword energy pierced through his body, swiftly and unexpectedly killing several assassins behind him, as if it had shattered layers of window paper.
It was utterly devastating, and all who stood in its way were utterly defeated.
Its domineering and fierce killing intent is invincible, unbreakable, and capable of slaying anyone!
"Hmph, such a mere illusion, such a trivial skill, you dare to show it off and embarrass yourself."
Two beams of purple light shot out from Ye Feng's eyes, and his Purple-Gold Divine Eyes were activated, as if he had opened two divine eyes.
Suddenly, the fog dissipated, and everything before my eyes became clear.
The group of assassins around him had nowhere to hide in front of him, like a bunch of rats, lewd, sinister, and vicious.
Four martial artists silently crept over from the side.
Because they practiced assassination techniques, the black mist in front of them not only had no effect on them, but also helped them to conceal themselves.
Like a ghost, they approach their opponent silently and launch an assassination.
Even if the assassination attempt fails, the black mist poison is enough to trap a Martial King expert.
Such a vicious and insidious black mist, once trapped inside, will make it very difficult to escape.
Countless masters perished because of it.
Ye Feng strode forward, stirring up a violent gale. He swung his iron fist, tearing several attacking martial artists to pieces, their corpses instantly wiped out.
Some martial artists around him were killed by his powerful punches before they could even get close. They were as fragile as paper dolls, easily destroyed.
Ye Feng's eyes were as cold as knives, and his methods were ruthless and merciless.
Wherever he goes, he kills gods and Buddhas alike.
When killing Japanese warriors, they showed no mercy, like the Grim Reaper walking among men, reaping lives in droves.
Screams rang out one after another, like a scene from hell on earth.
In the blink of an eye, most of the assassins in the base were killed, as easily as cutting vegetables.
"Baka!"
Okamoto Shichijiro roared and leaped into the air, his Onimaru sword slashing horizontally at Ye Feng.
"Omaru Sky-Piercing Slash!"
The long sword of Onimaru emitted a humming sound.
The blade began to tremble strangely.
The strange fluctuation frequency triggered a resonance in the void, as if connecting to the underworld. Countless fierce ghosts crawled out of hell and charged towards Ye Feng with roars.
Ye Feng felt a surge of energy within his body, clearly influenced by the Onimaru sword.
Countless vengeful spirits seemed to have gathered around him, coming to claim his life, roaring menacingly.
Many of them were the Japanese martial artists who had been forcefully killed by Ye Feng earlier. Now, their spirits lingered, drawn by the Onimaru sword, and their phantom heads floated around Ye Feng.
His facial features were distorted and deformed, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a vengeful ghost, as if he had just crawled out of hell.
The piercing screams were chilling.
An ordinary martial artist would be driven to a mental breakdown by such torture.
Ye Feng's hair danced wildly as he unleashed the Xuanyuan Sword, its shadows multiplying, imbued with righteous energy, embodying the great principles of heaven and earth, and specifically designed to subdue ghosts and evil spirits, instantly sweeping them away completely.
Okamoto Shichijiro suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staggering backward, his eyes filled with deep apprehension and fear.
Ye Feng slammed his fist down, like a mountain crashing down, smashing his head into his neck cavity, covering his nose, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Then, he raised his foot and started kicking wildly.
Okamoto Shichijiro had half his body kicked into the ground, all the bones in his body were broken, and he was tortured like a bug, completely powerless to resist.
Sudden.
A faint ripple of air came from behind, approaching silently.
Even a typical martial arts master wouldn't be able to detect it.
Two Martial King-level assassins, like ghosts, vanished into the void and crept up behind Ye Feng, preparing to assassinate him.
Ye Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He stretched out his large hand with lightning speed, ripped off the two people's heads, and held them in his hand like blood-stained watermelons.
At this moment, Okamoto Shichijiro struggled to crawl out of the ground, struggling to pull his head out of his neck cavity. His resentful eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, and the Onimaru sword in his hand began to absorb a large amount of Yin spirit energy.
Some complex runes engraved on the surface of the blade were activated, flashing with eerie light, and the powerful evil spirit that had been dormant within the blade was awakened.
Then, the blade trembled, and a humanoid black shadow flew out from within.
His entire body was shrouded in a long robe formed from black mist, obscuring his face.
Only two scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes were visible, like a demon's, as it extended its withered fingers and pointed at Ye Feng from a distance.
Okamoto Shichijiro followed suit, slashing at Ye Feng with difficulty with his Onimaru sword, letting out a long howl.
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