"In the end, both the Heavenly Soul Venerable and the Dao of Calamity died because of my backer!"
Xie Feng meticulously helped him recall the cause of death of each of his capable subordinates, which enraged Ye Zheng to the point that he could no longer hold back. His anger surged, and with a loud bang, he drew his sword, intending to kill Xie Feng!
The longsword flashed like lightning, arriving with a chilling glint!
The main hall instantly froze, turning into a frozen wasteland!
The biting wind whipped up a boundless storm, raging wildly at Xie Feng.
Xie Feng's body trembled, and the golden ropes that had been tightly binding his hands and feet instantly transformed into a raging Dao Fire, leaving his limbs and hurtling towards the storm!
The Northern Nether Heaven-Subduing Fire!
The flames formed a golden sea of fire, radiating an extremely scorching heat, with tongues of fire licking the dome of the great hall.
The house is on fire!
Precarious!
Ye Zheng's eyes were sinister, his back slightly arched, and he unleashed a burst of energy that transformed into a gigantic yellow tiger. The tiger bared its fangs and claws and charged forward.
His cultivation God Grade!
Although each realm has the same name, the time it takes for a cultivator to enter a realm and the strength of their energy differ.
For example, Xie Feng has just entered the God Grade. There is an unwritten rule here that he is Initial-Level God.
Ye Zheng is already at a bottleneck, and only needs one fortuitous opportunity to successfully break through to the God King.
In other words, Ye Zheng's current strength is at the Peak God Grade!
"Boy, you're no match for me. How can you fight me? How could you possibly kill Heavenly Soul Venerable and the other gods? If you're scared, then obediently call out the powerful figure behind you!"
Ye Zheng let out a cold laugh.
Xie Feng said calmly, "You should know that I am a genius, and geniuses are never something that can be understood by common sense. The reason I couldn't kill Heavenly Soul Venerable with my own hands back then was because the gap between us was extremely large. However, if Heavenly Soul Venerable were to appear before me now and fight me again, it would be hard to predict whether he would live or die! But thankfully, I have you, so I can test the power of my newly upgraded weapon!"
Ye Zheng laughed loudly, "What are you rambling on about? Are you trying to stall for time? Are you secretly calling in reinforcements?"
"I don't need my backer to deal with you!"
Xie Feng suddenly smiled, flicked his wrist, and a black folding fan appeared. At the same time, a powerful pressure surged out.
In an instant!
The oppressive aura emanating from the main hall was immense!
The pressure within the space is immense!
The Spirit Martyrdom City exudes boundless power!
Dark clouds loomed over the city, a fierce wind and torrential rain raged, and a chilling atmosphere swept across thousands of miles!
Dark Ink Fan!
A weapon possessing Universe Level energy!
Ye Zheng's pupils contracted, but at this moment, he hadn't realized how terrifying this fan was, only regarding it as a somewhat mysterious weapon.
With a wave of his hand, the yellow tiger charged forward, Xie Feng, his eyes cold and stern, waved his fan and left.
The fan's wind is powerful and majestic, as imposing as a mountain, as turbulent as the sea, roaring in all directions!
The powerful fan shattered the tiger!
Vanished into thin air!
puff!
Because of the energy connection, Ye Zheng also suffered internal injuries and suddenly vomited blood.
He clutched his chest and frantically retreated several steps.
Seeing this opportunity, Xie Feng's gaze turned cold. He acted swiftly, turning his fan into a sword. He took a step forward and appeared in front of Ye Zheng in the next second, the fan held horizontally against the latter's neck, its sharpness fully revealed!
Ye Zheng's eyes twitched. He tried to resist, but the fan pressed closer, its terrifying force piercing his neck like countless tiny needles, leaving his neck riddled with holes and blood gushing out!
Xie Feng threatened in a low voice, "You'd better not move, or you'll end up like the gods of the Spirit Martyrdom City, instantly reduced to ashes!"
Ye Zheng's eyes bulged out as he gritted his teeth and said, "You think I'd believe your nonsense?"
Xie Feng didn't say anything, but swung his fist and punched Ye Zheng in the right shoulder.
His physical strength was extremely formidable; in terms of sheer physical prowess, he had few rivals. With this punch, Ye Zheng's right arm was smashed flat and fell to the ground!
This bloody and mangled scene was extremely cruel.
Xie Feng, however, was used to it and even sneered, "This time I'm giving you a chance to repent. Next time, it'll be your physical body that explodes! If you still don't accept it, I'll crush your soul and make you Dissipation like Smoke completely, turning all your achievements to dust!"
Large beads of sweat instantly appeared on Ye Zheng's forehead. He hadn't expected Xie Feng to be such a decisive and ruthless person.
His eyes were fixed on the Dark Ink Fan: "What kind of weapon is this?"
Xie Feng said, " Universe Level!"
A storm raged within Ye Zheng's heart!
What do you want?
"You should be asking yourself, do you want to live or die?"
Nobody wants to die!
"If you want to live, you have to promise me a few things."
Xie Feng said calmly.
With his life in Ye Zheng's hands, Ye Zheng had no choice but to agree.
"Speak!"
"You know about what happened in Returning Moon City, right?"
"They're being targeted by Ink Mysteries City!"
"Very well, that saves me the trouble of explaining. First, I want you to immediately dispatch 100,000 troops to protect Returning Moon City!"
"Good!"
"Secondly, Jin Yue is missing, did you know? I hope you can keep a close eye on her whereabouts and report to me immediately if you find anything."
"Can."
"Finally, are you aware of the incident three years ago when Heavenly Soul Venerable went to the Third Universe to cause chaos in the Origin Realm?"
Xie Feng questioned him with a cold, piercing gaze.
Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering the high cost of lying to the former, and then honestly replied, "I know, I also instructed them to do so in part."
Xie Feng laughed, "Since that's the case, then you naturally know the immense disaster that your involvement with people from higher-dimensional universes brought to the Origin Realm! Don't think you can just walk away; now, I've come to collect my debt!"
What do you want?
Give me one billion strands of Emperor's Fortune, and this matter will be considered settled.
"One billion?!"
Ye Zheng stared in horror, shaking his head repeatedly, "I don't have that much money! Even if you kill me, I won't have any!"
He was telling the truth.
Although Spirit Martyrdom City is one of the three cities, it is very complicated. Although he is the city lord, he does not have the power of finance. Killing him is easier than taking out a billion Emperor's Fortune.
Xie Feng observed his expression and, finding it genuine, said, "If you can't produce money, then use treasures as collateral! Surely there are treasures of equal value within the Spirit Martyrdom City?"
Ye Zheng thought for a moment, then nodded. "I possess the blood of an ancient War God, the value of which is immeasurable even for a single drop. I can exchange it for money, as long as you don't kill me!"
Where can I exchange money?
" Ziyun Bank!"
"..."
Hearing this, Xie Feng put away his fan and let him reattach his severed arm himself. While he was repairing his arm, Xie Feng secretly entered the library left by Kong Qiusu in his Dantian to search for information about the Ziyun Mountain Manor!
Among the books Kong Qiusu was a peculiar book called " One Hundred Thousand Whys." The first few pages were blank, but as long as you silently recited the question in your mind, you could quickly get the answer.
However, this book has limitations; it can only inquire about information that is publicly known.
That's enough for Xie Feng!