Violet Blood Soft Sword

Inside Mist Valley, over a hundred dragons were circling incessantly, completely unaware of why an explosion had occurred deep underground.

"What is that?"

Three massive, monstrous shadows appeared in the sky above Mist Valley. Each of these gargantuan creatures was at least thirty meters tall and nearly a hundred meters long, resembling a lion magnified dozens of times over. Yet, these were no lions; each of these three monsters possessed enormous wings and six eyes.

Six eyes, a pair of wings. Their size was as immense as the legendary Behemoth.

However, even a Behemoth was not as terrifying as these three monsters.

"ROAR!" All three monsters opened their blood-red maws and let out a roar. Instantly, the gaping mouth of each monster seemed to transform into a vortex, exerting an astonishing suction force directly upon every single dragon.

The hundred-plus dragons tried to flee in terror, but the suction force was simply too powerful. Most bizarrely, this force acted solely upon the dragons, while the massive boulders on the ground remained completely unaffected.

"ROAR!"

The hundred-plus dragons roared in anger and fear, but faced with that terrifying suction, they were helplessly drawn in. A massive dragon fell into the gaping maw of one of the six-eyed monsters.

What terrified the dragons most was this:

The stomachs of these monsters seemed to be bottomless pits. Although the dragons were slightly smaller than the monsters, their stomachs should have been filled long ago. Yet, even after a dragon was swallowed, the monster continued to inhale.

One after another.

The power of those three gaping maws was too horrific; even the eighth-rank dragons had no power to resist. One by one, the dragons were sucked into the bellies of the three giant monsters. In just a short while, the hundred-plus dragons had been completely devoured by the three monsters.

"How satisfying," one of the monsters laughed heartily. "I haven't had a proper meal in so many years."

"I thought I was going to die in that hellhole and never get out. It's a pity about Fourth and Fifth," another monster sighed in a low voice.

The three monsters fell silent.

Thinking back on the days spent in that hellish place over the past few thousand years, they shuddered. No future. No hope. Their lives could be lost at any moment. If not for their father, the three little ones would likely have been killed long ago. But even with their father, the weaker Fourth and Fifth had still perished.

"Father is here."

Seeing the bewitching youth hovering in the air nearby, the three monsters immediately shrank their size until they were no larger than ordinary lions. Their fur was colorful and stunningly beautiful, and their wings were far more elegant than the leathery wings of the dragons.

Only those six eyes remained slightly unsettling.

"Father." The three monsters flew happily to the side of the bewitching youth. By now, there was not a trace of blood on the youth, and his dark-gold robe was free of even a speck of dust. A faint smile graced his face.

"A satisfying meal, I trust?" the bewitching youth said with a chuckle. "Oh, there are two more eighth-rank magical beasts here."

The bewitching youth looked toward the west of Mist Valley, and a four-colored energy shot toward the west at Extreme Speed. In just a moment, two massive Velociraptors were bound by the four-colored energy and dragged through the air toward them.

These two Velociraptors seemed to realize their end had come, and they could not help but moan and beg for mercy in low voices.

They were Velociraptors. Although they shared the same eighth-rank magical beast territory as the Fire Dragon clan and the Green Dragon clan, their species was different, and as terrestrial reptiles, this pair of Velociraptors had always kept a great distance from the dragon clans.

Just moments ago, the three monsters had been too busy excitedly devouring the dragons to notice the two Velociraptors in the distance.

"Over a hundred dragons, just eaten like that," the two Velociraptors trembled inwardly.

The opponent's strength was too great; those three monsters, now shrunk to the size of ordinary animals, could actually speak.

"Do you wish to flee?" The bewitching youth looked at the two Velociraptors with a smile.

Although the two Velociraptors were much larger, and the bewitching youth was a mere speck compared to them, they were trembling with fear. They hurriedly roared in low voices, speaking the language of the dragon race: "My Lord, we dare not, we dare not."

The bewitching youth seemed to understand the dragon language and nodded with a smile: "Very good. I have just arrived in this plane, and I am in quite a good mood, so I will not kill you. Submit to me."

The bindings on the two Velociraptors vanished. The two eighth-rank Velociraptors fell heavily from the air, crashing onto the ground. They exchanged a glance and immediately prostrated themselves in the most respectful posture, burying their heads low to signify their submission.

The dragon race was proud, but when faced with a peerless powerhouse, they would still submit.

And facing the bewitching youth before them, the two Velociraptors knew that a single finger from him would likely be enough to kill them.

"Yulan." The bewitching youth looked around, his face full of smiles. "What a wonderful place. I believe this time, I will not be as unlucky as I was over five thousand years ago."

In the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Lin Feng, having returned to his normal human form, wore only trousers and a sleeveless shirt. It was only early February, and the temperature was extremely low. Yet, Lin Feng was carefully examining the Violet Blood Soft Sword he had obtained.

"So this is the Violet Blood Soft Sword. A fine blade, worthy of being the personal sword of the Violet Blood Demon. The baleful aura is truly heavy," Lin Feng muttered to himself while stroking the Violet Blood Soft Sword.

Lin Feng's eyes caught two square characters on the hilt. "Is this the language of Hell? Truly obscure, and so many strokes."

Lin Feng carefully inspected the Violet Blood Soft Sword in his hand. It was as thin as a cicada's wing. Because it was so thin, despite its unique material, it was very light, weighing only about five jin. For Lin Feng, a five-jin soft sword was no burden at all.

He poured his Dragonblood Battle Qi into it, and the Violet Blood Soft Sword instantly straightened.

With a wave of his hand, "Swish!" The thin-as-a-cicada's-wing blade sliced easily through a tree that would have required two or three people to encircle. The tree did not even budge. However, Lin Feng knew clearly that the tree had been completely severed in two.

It was just that the Violet Blood Soft Sword was so fast and so sharp that the tree didn't even move.

Lin Feng suddenly kicked off the ground, leaping into the air, and delivered a kick to the trunk. Only then did the tree begin to tilt, snapping several branches as it crashed onto the ground with a boom.

Lin Feng looked at the cross-section where the Violet Blood Soft Sword had passed: "So smooth." There was not a single rough spot on the surface.

"Heh, this sword is truly as described in the original book, incredibly sharp. To slice through such a thick tree with a single stroke—impressive, truly impressive."

"This sword is amazing." Beibei, who was holding a wild chicken and eating, also widened his eyes as he looked at the cross-section.

Lin Feng chuckled, then looked at the Violet Blood Soft Sword in his hand, thinking to himself: "With this light and sharp weapon, even if I face ten thousand men, I will have nothing to fear." Lin Feng immediately began to swing the soft sword.

His entire body moved with agility, drifting through the forest as he swung the Violet Blood Soft Sword with ease.

Sharp! Fast!

As thin as a cicada's wing, the Violet Blood Soft Sword encountered almost no air resistance when swung, allowing it to reach a staggering speed. Its light weight also meant that Lin Feng's strength could be converted into "speed" to a much greater degree.

Lin Feng tried channeling his wind-element magic into the blade, and sure enough, the already terrifying speed of the Violet Blood Soft Sword increased even further. At the same time, the trajectory of the soft sword became erratic and frighteningly unpredictable, while the blade itself would shift between straight and curved, making it impossible to track.

"With this Violet Blood, my combat power will at least double. Even if I face a mid-stage or even high-stage Saint Realm expert, I could put up a fight," Lin Feng sighed. "A divine weapon is truly extraordinary."

At this moment, holding the Violet Blood, Lin Feng felt a sense of "with this sword in hand, the world is mine."

"Lin Feng, what kind of sword is that? How is it so powerful?"

Sadius, who had been watching Lin Feng brandish the sword from the side, finally couldn't help but voice the doubt in her heart. Although Lin Feng hadn't pointed the blade at her, she could clearly sense a powerful and terrifying aura emanating from it—an aura that made her very soul tremble.

"This sword is called the Violet Blood Soft Sword; it is a divine artifact," Lin Feng explained with a faint smile.

"A divine sword?" Sadius swallowed hard and said in disbelief, "Are gods really that powerful? Even one of their swords makes me feel despair."

Lin Feng chuckled. "Gods have their own hierarchies, and the original owner of this sword was an incredibly powerful god. Furthermore, countless gods have died under this blade, so over time, the sword became imbued with a baleful aura."

Suddenly, Lin Feng looked at Sadius with a sly grin and said, "Sadius, do you want to test the power of this sword?"

Upon hearing this, Sadius shook her massive head like a rattle.

Lin Feng sheathed the soft sword and clapped his hands. "Alright, I'm just teasing you. Sadius, can you make your body smaller? It won't be convenient to go into the human world with you being so huge."