Shura's Greatsword, Another Resounding Slap!

"Xiaofei, watch carefully."

Yue Feng said in a deep voice, "Back in the Asura Hall, that's how I taught these golden-haired dogs a lesson. When dealing with these self-important beasts, reasoning with them is nonsense. You have to break their bones one by one before they'll know the pain."

Yue Xiaofei stood behind, his grip on the Black-Gold Hongming Blade loosening slightly.

He didn't interrupt, his eyes fixed on Yue Feng's back.

He could clearly sense the aura emanating from his elder brother.

That's not just Spiritual Qi or Gene Lock energy.

Rather, it is a pure killing intent honed from countless deaths and countless cycles in Asura Battlefield.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, not only was his fighting spirit not diminished, but his murderous intent was forged into a truly formidable weapon.

"Thunder God? I'll beat you to a pulp today."

As soon as Yue Feng finished speaking, the frozen ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

There was no sound of wind, no whooshing through the air, because his speed was faster than sound.

Reynold had just pulled his entire right leg into the Void Rift, thinking he had escaped death, and had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The skin on the back of his neck suddenly tightened, and the hair all over his body stood on end.

A large, rough, calloused hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and forcefully grabbed into the Void Rift.

Sizzle!

The violent spatial turbulence and Thunderclap arcs struck that hand, but only produced a blinding white light; they couldn't even tear through the Ancient Bronze skin!

"Get the hell out here!"

A muffled roar, like thunder, rolled from Yue Feng's throat.

His right hand suddenly tightened its grip, his fingers digging directly into the gaps in the armor behind Reynold's neck, gripping Reynold's Dazhui Bone!

"Ah--!"

Reynold let out a sharp, distorted scream.

He was like a groundhog that had been ripped out of its burrow, pulled out of the twisted Void Rift by Yue Feng with a single hand!

The Void Rift collapsed with a deafening roar under the immense external force.

The violent shockwave ripped away the snow within a radius of tens of meters, revealing the charred rocks beneath.

Reynold was still struggling in the air, wildly swinging his Thunder God’s Broken Hammer, trying to smash it into Yue Feng's face.

Yue Feng's eyes were icy cold; he didn't even blink.

He swung the Blood-Dripping Greatsword wrapped in black iron Chains from his left arm, sweeping it horizontally upwards!

The blade was not sharpened; its spine, three fingers thick, slammed down with the weight of a collapsing mountain onto Reynold's hammer-wielding wrist!

Click!

A crisp sound of breaking bones mingled with the cracking of metal.

Thunder God's Hammer spun and flew dozens of meters into the air, while Reynold's entire right forearm limply bent at a ninety-degree angle.

The white bone fragments pierced through the flesh, and blood gushed out like it was free.

Before Reynold could catch his breath from the excruciating pain of his severed arm, Yue Feng's body suddenly twisted in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, Yue Feng swung his hand back and slapped her across the face.

The broad palm, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, drew a visible white line of airflow in the frigid air of minus forty degrees Celsius.

Snap--!!!

The sound of this slap was several times louder than the previous one.

The remaining half of Reynold's intact cheek trembled violently like waves the moment the palm touched it, before neatly splitting apart!

Teeth, along with blood, gushed out of his mouth, and the bones of his entire face were slapped inward, leaving a huge palm print!

Reynold didn't even get a proper scream before he was sent flying backwards through the air, spinning around, and crashed into a Black Tortoise Rock sculpture left over from an Ancient Battlefield.

The stone sculpture shattered on the spot, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Reynold's body didn't stop; he smashed through the second and third solid stone sculptures in succession, finally crashing heavily onto the frozen soil and ice cliff a hundred meters away. He became embedded in the frozen soil, unable to be pried out.

The entire snowfield was deathly silent.

The cold winds of the Northern Frontier howled, carrying with them the stench of blood from the ground.

The Wild Chicken rubbed its eyes in the distance, and the cigar in its mouth fell completely into the snow and went out.

He opened his mouth, then muttered something under his breath:

"Damn it, Captain's slap... It's been five years, and he's gotten even stronger. If that had hit me, my brains would have splattered out of my ear."

Ugly Ox stood to the side, a hideous smile tugged at his honest face, revealing two rows of large front teeth.

"The captain hit someone, but he's always been reasonable."

The rubble inside the deep pit tumbled down with a crash.

Reynold slid off the frozen ground like a lump of mud and lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

His limbs were twitching, and his crotch was soaked with a foul odor mixed with the smell of blood, emitting wisps of steam in the frigid weather.

This man, who claimed to have the authentic Norse Thor bloodline and was the vice-captain of the Golden Griffin Legion, had his eyes rolled back and was making hoarse gasping sounds.

In his eyes, apart from a deep-seated terror, there was no trace of the arrogance of a divine descendant.

He was so badly injured that he lost his mind.

All my courage was completely shattered.

At the edge of Heavenly Pool, the dozen or so surviving Northern Europe Berserker who had charged forward with Reynold stopped in their tracks.

They gripped heavy broadswords, staring at their Deputy Regimental Commander embedded in the rubble, his crotch soaked. Their faces were deathly pale, and their Adam's apples bobbed wildly.

Escape?

They bear the Mental Death Pact planted by the Divine Hall; those who desert in the face of battle will have their entire clan burned at the stake.

"Kill... kill him! For the sake of the gods!"

A Berserker leader, standing two and a half meters tall, had a hoarse voice, and a crazed, death-seeking look flashed in his eyes.

He slammed his hand on his chest, and the Golden Divine Runes on his body shone with a blinding red light once more, directly burning his Life-Bound Divine Blood.

"Kill!"

A dozen Berserker howled wildly, their eyes bloodshot, like a pack of mad dogs driven to the brink of despair. They trudged through the blood-soaked frozen ground, forming a wedge formation, and charged madly toward Yue Feng!

A violent Divine Power stirred up a golden storm across the snowfield.

Yue Feng stood still, slammed his Black Greatsword to the ground, and didn't even glance at the group of charging assassins.

He turned to look at Yue Xiaofei beside him, a grin spreading across his face. "Xiaofei, warm-up's over. Half of these small fry, half for each of us?"

Yue Xiaofei took a step forward, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The heartbeat of the Emperor Engine resounded deep within his chest.

"Brother, half a minute."

"Okay, let's see who's faster."

The moment Yue Feng finished speaking, his figure transformed into a black streak of lightning.

Yue Xiaofei did not use any ranged sword energy.

Faced with this Berserker has burned his Essence Blood, simple ranged cutting is too slow; what he needs is the most direct and brutal physical tearing.

Buzz!

Black-Gold Hongming Blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, the Black Gold Dragon Pattern on its blade seemed to come alive and move.

The frozen ground beneath Yue Xiaofei's feet crumbled inch by inch, and he became like a black Armor-Piercing Rounds, cutting directly into the left flank of the Berserker formation!

Eight Blades of Shattering the Edge!

This is a killing technique that Yue Changlong honed using the bones of countless enemies on the Border Battlefield.

The first strike cleaved through the heavy armor head-on!