Escape from Death

"Stop! Who dares harm my son?!" A thunderous roar rolled in from afar. Though the man had not yet arrived, the sound waves alone could inflict grave injuries.

Just as those sound waves were about to slam into Ye Xiwen, the Feather Transformation Immortal Slaughtering Blade in his hand seemed to receive a powerful stimulus. It burst forth with blazing radiance and directly dispersed the sound waves into nothingness.

"Pfft!" Ye Xiwen was also injured by the backlash of that light, his face turning pale. To the current Ye Xiwen, the Feather Transformation Immortal Slaughtering Blade was absolutely a demonic blade that wounded its wielder before wounding others—a double-edged sword. Used well, it could leave even someone like Bei Shanling, whose strength far surpassed his own, in such a miserable state. Used poorly, its backlash might shake him to death on the spot.

"Hahaha, brat, you're dead for sure! I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, so you'll know that after offending this young master, even death will be beyond your reach!" Hearing his father's voice, Bei Shanling immediately cried out in excitement. The fear in his gaze toward Ye Xiwen vanished, replaced by thick killing intent and sinister malice.

"Talk about grinding bones and scattering ashes after you survive!" Ye Xiwen shouted. The blade light in his hand swept out once more, and wherever it passed, the air boiled violently like water brought to a rolling boil.

Boom! This heavy strike directly tore through the already increasingly thin Seven-Colored Divine Garment.

Bang! Although the Seven-Colored Divine Garment dispersed most of the force, the remaining portion still blasted directly into Bei Shanling's body.

Blade qi immediately exploded wildly throughout his body. He was covered in wounds, with no part of him intact; who knew how many bones