Wrath Unleashed (1)

"Call"

Suddenly the wind picked up.

Zhang Xingfeng's eyes flashed red as he stared at the giant man with the Iron Head in front of him. His Killing Intent grew stronger and stronger, and black energy began to appear around his body, growing increasingly powerful.

Nearly 500,000 Yuan Mongolia warriors were so frightened by this overwhelming Killing Intent that they involuntarily took several steps back. It sounds unbelievable that 500,000 people were frightened back by one person, but at this moment, the Yuan Mongolia warriors were in great pain.

In their eyes, Zhang Xingfeng was no longer human. The Killing Intent permeating the entire space was growing stronger and stronger, and the Yuan Mongolia warriors who were close to Zhang Xingfeng were on the verge of collapse, while the Ming Army in the south did not feel any discomfort. This was Zhang Xingfeng's unparalleled control ability.

"Did you cripple my elder brother's martial arts?" Zhang Xingfeng's Killing Intent suddenly accelerated, and a trace of Killing Intent began to rush towards Kasha.

Kasha proudly declared, "Yes, it is me!" Kasha knew perfectly well that he couldn't lie to escape this predicament. Although he knew that the white-haired man in front of him was the legendary Zhang Xingfeng, Kasha also knew that Zhang Xingfeng was slightly younger than him.

Kasha was born with meridians filled with solid Innate Primordial Qi. Later, he was discovered by the Esoteric Sect Master Mu Luo, who immediately took him as his closed-door disciple and directly opened his meridians, allowing him to directly reach the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Kasha then cultivated diligently and reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm in just five years. Now he has been in the late stage of the Golden Core realm for three years, Kasha also feels that he is only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.

With such a rapid cultivation speed and such amazing fortuitous opportunity, Kasha believed that no one of his peers could reach such a level.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Xingfeng's eyes. "Then, you die first!"

"The ultimate secret of the Slayer Saber Art— "

With a single wave of his hand, Zhang Xingfeng instantly condensed a massive amount of Chaos Power into the shape of a blade, exuding a chilling Killing Intent. While Lang Feng and Xiao Lin needed to gather their strength before using this technique, Zhang Xingfeng did it effortlessly, making the move a breeze for him.

"Opening up the heavens and earth!"

The Saber Qi, composed of Chaos Power, flashed and vanished instantly. When it reappeared, it was right in front of Kasha, leaving Kasha arrogant power, no time to attack. It sounds slow, but it was actually incredibly fast; Zhang Xingfeng waved his hand, and the Saber Qi was already in front of Kasha.

"Stop!" "Stop!"

The Great Elder suddenly appeared in front of the Saber Qi, his Dark Blood Hand Seal immediately ready to block the attack, just as he had used to block Lang Feng before.

"Boom!"

The Saber Qi dissipated, Great Elder landed weakly, but was unharmed. Could it be that the Great Elder possessed such strength?

Zhang Xingfeng glanced disdainfully at the Great Elder, then looked behind him with a cold smile.

There was a short old monk with eyebrows that almost reached his chin and ugly triangular eyes. But all of that changed on the old monk's face, and those triangular eyes looked so peaceful.

"Uncle-Master!" "Master!" The Great Elder and Kasha immediately greeted the old monk respectfully.

The old monk seemed oblivious to his two juniors, and in a manner quite unlike a monk, he said to Zhang Xingfeng, "Old monk, my name is Mu Luo."

Zhang Xingfeng's eyes flashed coldly as he said, "Old monk, those who value their lives should leave now. Everyone here will be punished today." Zhang Xingfeng's arrogance soared, as if the 500,000-strong army was nothing more than ants in his eyes, and the truth was probably quite right.

Mu Luo frowned and said, "I, the old monk, have come here today to plead with Earl Zhang."

"Damn it, get lost!" Zhang Xingfeng was currently at the boiling point of anger, but this old monk actually managed to stop Zhang Xingfeng. Enraged, Zhang Xingfeng swore for the first time ever.

Mu Luo was stunned for a moment, but then said, "Earl Zhang, you must know that Heaven has its Heavenly Dao!"

"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Zhang Xingfeng laughed loudly, looking up at the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao! It's estimated that no one in this Heavenly Dao truly understands the Heavenly Dao better than him. He long ago realized that the idea that one cannot kill is utter nonsense; the strong are respected, it's a matter of course. Only those cultivators in the Mortal World believe that killing is forbidden.

"The Heavenly Dao? You dare to talk nonsense about the Heavenly Dao! I'll show you what the Heavenly Dao really is." Zhang Xingfeng sneered.

"Look closely, this is the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Art that utilizes the power of stars." Zhang Xingfeng's Sword Qi suddenly surged, and the atmosphere in the sky suddenly became chaotic. In broad daylight, seven rays of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Stars!" Mu Luo stared at the sky in shock. To see stars in broad daylight was truly a miracle.

"The old monk seems to have reached the mid-stage of the Avatar. Take my move first!" Zhang Xingfeng's face showed a smile that was hard to tell whether it was a sneer or an excited one.

The Sword Qi suddenly intensified, and the Purple Blade flew to the top of Zhang Xingfeng's head.

"The Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Art: the five swords of Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, and Kaiyang combined into one!" Zhang Xingfeng suddenly murmured, and five of the seven stars in the sky suddenly shone brightly, their light shining directly on the Purple Blade above Zhang Xingfeng's head. To deal with the old monk, Zhang Xingfeng used the five swords combined into one right from the start.

"The Sword's—Fragment!"

It's cold, extremely cold! This is how the 500,000 Yuan Mongolia felt.

The Purple Blade suddenly gleamed, and white Purple Blade began to appear around it, something that could only be seen in extremely cold places. As the Purple Blade moved, it created countless shadows. Mu Luo was shocked; he couldn't tell which sword was real and which was illusory.

Mu Luo closed his eyes, and suddenly a golden light appeared on his body. It was a very strong golden light, more than ten times stronger than the protective golden light that the Great Elder used to deal with Lang Feng last time.

Mu Luo appeared very solemn, his hands constantly forming various hand seals, and various colored lights began to appear on his hands. Bathed in golden light, Mu Luo looked so solemn.

"Boom!"

In an instant, almost all the sword shadows struck Mu Luo's protective golden light. Mu Luo's eyes snapped open, and he let out a low shout:

"Seven-Colored Handprint!"

"Bang!"

A burst of multicolored light dissipated around Mu Luo. Mu Luo lost his former solemnity, and his white monk's robes were tattered. But at least he had blocked one of Zhang Xingfeng's attacks.

"Old monk, not bad, take another move!" Zhang Xingfeng suddenly laughed.

Mu Luo's expression suddenly changed. He had almost used up all his True Primordial Energy to block that move, so how could he possibly defend against it now?

"Walk!"

This old fellow Mu Luo, actually grabbed Kasha with one hand and the Great Elder with the other, and immediately tried to escape. This old Mu Luo doesn't have the same sense of self-sacrifice as other monks; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived for over a thousand years.

"Trying to run away!" Zhang Xingfeng's face revealed a hint of mockery and sarcasm. Trying to escape from Zhang Xingfeng, who possessed Teleportation abilities, was truly a joke.

"The Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Art combines the six swords of Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang into one, creating the ultimate sword technique!"

A flash of light appeared on Zhang Xingfeng's body, and the Purple Blade immediately unleashed terrifying power.

"Boom!"

The sound suddenly rang out, and the Purple Blade flashed by, reappearing behind the old Mu Luo. The speed of the Purple Blade was simply too fast.

Knowing things were going badly, the old monk Mu Luo loosened his grip, causing Kasha and the Great Elder to fall to the ground. Mu Luo immediately countered with a move. "Seven-Colored Handprint!" Having been prepared beforehand Mu Luo wasn't nervous at all. He had already prepared to fend off Zhang Xingfeng's pursuit while fleeing.

However, Mu Luo miscalculated. The power of the six swords combined this time was beyond his ability to withstand. The power of the five swords combined earlier was already terrifying, and the power of the six swords combined was far greater than that of the five swords combined.

"Boom!"

The Purple Blade flew back to Zhang Xingfeng's head without any problem.

"Puff!"

The old Mu Luo Muluo couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. This was the first time he had ever vomited blood, and the injuries he had sustained this time were truly severe.

"Run!" Mu Luo roared, not ashamed at all for saying this, because he had already sensed Zhang Xingfeng's unparalleled strength.

"Seven-Colored Handprint!"

The old Mu Luo Muluo could only unleash this most powerful attack he could muster, hoping to hinder Zhang Xingfeng for a moment. After unleashing it, he disregarded the outcome and immediately flew away. Kasha and the Great Elder also immediately prepared to escape.

Zhang Xingfeng gave them a cold smile, then glanced at the 500,000- Yuan Mongolia army, and muttered, "If you cripple my elder brother's martial arts, you will all die with him!"

Zhang Xingfeng suddenly floated up and remained still for about ten meters off the ground.

"Whoosh!" Zhang Xingfeng suddenly raised his sword and thrust it straight into the sky.

A terrifying aura suddenly rose up, and the entire world darkened in an instant. The air around Zhang Xingfeng became chaotic, while the aura emanating from Zhang Xingfeng grew stronger and stronger.

"Bang!"

The thin rope binding Zhang Xingfeng's white hair suddenly snapped, sending it flying wildly. Lightning crackled around Zhang Xingfeng; he had begun to conceive according to the final secret of the Heart Sutra.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Kasha and the Great Elder were suddenly jolted. They had just been fleeing, but now an invisible barrier had appeared in front of them, and they had just crashed into it. They knew they were trapped.

Kasha and the Great Elder were terrified. They were already a mile from the battlefield, yet there was still a restriction. This showed how vast the restriction was and how terrifying Zhang Xingfeng's power was. Fortunately, the old Mu Luo Muluo was incredibly fast and almost got trapped, but he still managed to escape.

Zhang Xingfeng's expression was solemn, and the electric light emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger. The sky also began to darken, with large, terrifying black clouds seemingly looming overhead. Everyone within the barrier felt a strong sense of panic.

The Ming Army, however, felt no discomfort whatsoever, because Zhang Xingfeng had controlled the area of the barrier, which had forced them back, and a large portion of the Ming Army Wind and Rain Pass was now covered. Since the Wind and Rain Pass belonged to the Yuan Mongolia, Zhang Xingfeng felt no unease whatsoever.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art— "

Zhang Xingfeng chanted softly as if on a pilgrimage, "The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art is the final, secret killing move of the Heart Sutra, its power terrifying beyond measure. It is said that the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art has seven forms, but the Heart Sutra only records three. However, these three forms are already enough to dominate the Cultivation World."

The third move, "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art: Thunder God's Lament - Annihilation!", will reduce all cultivators within its range, including those at the Great Accomplishment, to ashes. One can imagine just how terrifying this Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art truly is.

Zhang Xingfeng closed his eyes, his arms moving along strange trajectories. Purple Blade floated above Zhang Xingfeng head. Suddenly, the Purple Blade lit up, and a purple Purple Blade shield emerged from it, completely enveloping and protecting Zhang Xingfeng.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art - Arrival of the Thunder God!" Zhang Xingfeng roared suddenly, his body crackling with lightning, and the lightning in the countless dark clouds in the sky began to surge.

"Mad—Snakes—Dance—Wild!" Zhang Xingfeng's eyes flashed with lightning as he looked down at the 500,000 terrified troops below, like a god.

"Boom!"

Lightning began to surge in the clouds, and countless bolts of lightning began to fall, slithering through the crowd like raging midges.

Zhang Xingfeng slightly raised one arm, and suddenly streaks of lightning appeared on the ground, reflecting the lightning in the clouds.

"Ah!"

"Mother!"

"God!"

The 500,000 Yuan Mongolia army mad. The apocalyptic scene drove them insane. Zhang Xingfeng, invincible like Thor, filled them with despair. In their despair, they screamed wildly, instinctively. They could no longer think; all they knew was to survive, nothing more than to survive.

But that's already a pipe dream!

Zhang Xingfeng coldly watched the Yuan Mongolia army below. When these Yuan Mongolia soldiers brutally slaughtered the people of Wind and Rain City, when they ruthlessly swept away the residents around Wind and Rain City, these Yuan Mongolia felt a sense of pleasure watching the desperate Ming people. But when they faced all of this...

Zhang Xingfeng showed them no pity whatsoever. These people were only dying for Lang Feng because he lost his martial arts skills, and they were only dying for him because he lost his martial arts skills.

"Drink!" Zhang Xingfeng suddenly jolted, and his body crackled with electricity!

"Boom!" A giant electric snake suddenly flashed in the sky, then disappeared around Zhang Xingfeng. Electricity surrounded Zhang Xingfeng, whose white hair fluttered. Zhang Xingfeng, surrounded by electric light, gave a cold smile to the army below.

Zhang Xingfeng raised his hands high, and lightning began to crackle between them. Zhang Xingfeng face flushed slightly, but quickly returned to normal. Clearly, Zhang Xingfeng had used all his strength this time.

Zhang Xingfeng, like an enraged thunder god, looked down at the ants below and muttered:

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Drawing Art - Wrath of the Thunder God— "

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