In Ye Feng's hand, a golden scepter appeared, radiating a dazzling golden light.
At the top of the scepter are four lifelike golden petals, blooming gracefully.
Originally there were three pieces. When Ye Feng was in seclusion, he perfectly fused the piece that his mother left him with the scepter.
Each golden petal contains a terrifying ultimate attack.
Whether it was Ragnarok, the end of the world, or the annihilation of the gods.
Any move he makes can be earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.
As Ye Feng's cultivation level continues to improve, the power of these ultimate moves will become increasingly stronger.
Ye Feng gripped the top of the scepter and slowly pulled it outwards.
A sharp, metallic sound rang out, and he pulled a jet-black sword from the scepter.
The sharp blade gleamed with a dark, cold light, like a peerless sword drawn from the depths of hell.
"Let me show you my Demon-Slaying Sword!"
Ye Feng's voice was vast and ethereal, as if a celestial being descended from the clouds.
The echoes reverberated through the valley.
This is the trump card hidden in the fourth golden petal. After fusing with the golden scepter, it can transform into a demon-slaying sword.
When not in use, it is hidden inside the scepter.
He concealed his abilities, waiting for the right moment to unleash them.
Demon-Slaying Sword!
As the name suggests, it is specifically designed to slay demons.
At this crucial moment, his mother left him this golden petal, clearly to help him cope with the impending catastrophe.
"You are the first demon to die by my Demon-Slaying Sword. You should feel honored."
Whoosh!
The sword slowly slashed towards the opponent.
The movements were very slow.
Half of the sky was painted black.
The sunlight was blocked.
Daytime instantly turned into night, with gusts of eerie wind and billowing demonic energy.
Upon encountering this aura, the Soul-Devouring Demon Insects were terrified and fled in panic, like mice before a cat.
Ye Feng waved his hand, and spiritual energy transformed into a whirlwind, drawing all the Soul-Devouring Demonic Insects into the Hell Furnace for refining.
Soon, the oven was filled with the crackling sound of roasting meat and sharp, shrill cries.
The terrifying aura of the Demon-Slaying Sword, like a cage between heaven and earth, instantly locked onto Hongshan.
Across from him, Hong Shan's hair stood on end, and his eyes were filled with terror.
He could feel a tremendous crisis rushing toward him.
Without a second thought, Hong Shan roared and swung a giant sword at Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, I, Hong Shan, have roamed the Demon Realm undefeated, defeating countless opponents my age. What can you, a mere ant, possibly do to me..."
Whoosh!
The Demon-Slaying Sword pierced through his body in an instant, splitting a small mountain behind him in two.
The collapsed mountain peak crashed down the cliff with a deafening roar.
The boulders rolled and tumbled, creating a terrifying scene.
Hong Shan stood stiffly in place, still in the posture of raising his sword to slash forward, his face filled with disbelief, his eyes wide like copper bells, and he made indistinct sounds from his throat.
"Giggle...giggle..."
Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his body split in two.
Ye Feng casually tossed it into the Hell Furnace to be refined.
Inside the furnace, the raging hellfire quickly melted the opponent's corpse, turning it into pure spiritual energy, making the furnace even more powerful.
The furnace walls were all burned red and gleamed with a bluish light.
Within those terrifying hellfires, a fragmented soul struggled incessantly, emitting mournful howls.
That was the spirit of Fengshan, glaring at Ye Feng and uttering a venomous curse.
"Ye Feng...you will die a horrible death..."
Ye Feng would never let this guy who caused his family's ruin die so easily.
"Hmph, Fengshan, you can stay inside and slowly enjoy the burning of hellfire. Don't even think about getting out for the rest of your life."
Ye Feng made the fire burn even more fiercely.
The mournful screams from those who had blocked the mountain grew even sharper.
"Ah...kill me..."
Ye Feng put the stove lid on.
First, he treated his father's injuries, then took out a large amount of Hunyuan Pills and had Dongfang Sheng distribute them to everyone.
The Hunyuan Pill is rich in spiritual energy and is not only a holy medicine for healing, but also has the effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones.
It can also greatly enhance a martial artist's cultivation level.
Soon, no matter how severe the injury, as long as the person was not dead, the injury healed quickly.
Leonif, Kim Sang-il, and Gentae, among others, were all seriously injured earlier.
If treated with conventional methods, it would take at least a year and a half to recover.
But after taking the elixir, he not only recovered instantly, but his cultivation level also advanced by leaps and bounds.
Dongfang Sheng was the first to enter the realm of Martial Emperor.
He wore a long blue robe, held a large brush, and had a refined and handsome appearance, just like an ancient scholar, with an air of elegance that rivaled that of ancient sages and worthies.
Leonif, Kim Sang-il, Gentae, and other masters from the Eastern Martial Arts Alliance have all broken through to the Martial Emperor realm.
Furthermore, Fatty Situ has reached the peak of the Martial King realm, and is only half a step away from becoming a Martial Emperor.
As Xiahou Ba entered the Quasi-Martial Emperor realm, the baleful flames on his body burned more and more intensely.
"Xiahou Ba, I am here to help you become a true Martial Emperor."
"I just don't know if you can handle it!"
Ye Feng opened the furnace and pulled out a ball of pure flame.
This was the flame that had previously refined the demons of Kunshan and Hongshan, and the dark and malevolent energy of the demons had been refined away, leaving only pure demonic power and spiritual energy.
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