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The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1362 - 1353: Unyielding Sword Intent
Chapter 1362: Chapter 1353: Unyielding Sword Intent
Grim Mountains.
The location of the Sword God’s tomb.
Originally intending to hold Shui Menghan and leave using the Spirit Qi Wings, Ye Chenfeng felt a real urge to curse when he discovered he couldn’t deploy the Spirit Qi Wings. Looking at the four-winged magic wolf before him, formed by Sword Intent, now was not the time for jokes!
Holding Shui Menghan’s slender waist, Ye Chenfeng tightly gripped the Black Xuan Sword in his right hand. Since he couldn’t deploy the Spirit Qi Wings, he could only fight to the death against the four-winged magic wolf in front of him, striving to find a chance to escape.
However, the four-winged magic wolf, formed by Sword Intent, suddenly shot out two blue beams from its eyes. Ye Chenfeng and Shui Menghan, focusing their attention on the wolf, naturally saw these blue beams.
After witnessing the blue beams emitted from the wolf’s eyes, both of their bodies froze suddenly. An inexplicable force bound them, leaving even their fingers unable to move.
Feeling the changes in his body, Ye Chenfeng’s expression shifted slightly. He frantically channeled the Spiritual Qi River within him, pushing his aura to its peak. But all this was in vain; he couldn’t break free from the inexplicable restraint.
The expression on the giant statue beside the tombstone became vivid once more as the four-winged magic wolf, made of Sword Intent, turned into a breeze and entered the giant statue.
A purple light emanated from the statue, enveloping Ye Chenfeng while excluding Shui Menghan.
Enveloped by the purple light, Ye Chenfeng felt his head become fuzzy, as if his eyelids were laden with lead. Drowsiness swept over his consciousness, and soon, he stood in place and completely closed his eyes, as if asleep while standing.
As for Shui Menghan, excluded by the purple light, her bodily functions returned. Seeing Ye Chenfeng shrouded within the light, she too wanted to enter, but the periphery of the light seemed to have an invisible wall, keeping Shui Menghan firmly outside.
Elevating her Ocean Gathering Realm Second Heavenly Layer peak aura, Shui Menghan’s fair hands shot rapidly toward the purple light as spiritual energy overflowed in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dull thuds resonated through the air, but Shui Menghan’s attacks couldn’t shake the purple light.
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, can you hear me?" Seeing no response from Ye Chenfeng within the purple light and unable to enter herself, Shui Menghan had no choice but to wait. Naturally, she couldn’t leave her Brother Ye here alone.
...
Shrouded in purple light, after a bout of dizziness, Ye Chenfeng regained consciousness and found himself in an extremely dark place.
Ye Chenfeng carefully observed his surroundings and noticed a faint light slowly appearing ahead, then everything around him brightened.
Figures appeared one after another around Ye Chenfeng, all of whom he was very familiar with.
There was the King of the Devouring Empire, Yan Feichen of the Heavenly Alliance, and numerous Sect Leaders from the Ancient Martial World...
All these people had died by Ye Chenfeng’s hand.
Even including the Fifth Elder of Spiritual Medicine Valley, Wang Yongxing, Princess Jiang Yunting of the Southern Yuan Dynasty, Zhang Wenxuan, son of the Southern Yuan Dynasty’s National Defense General, and the grandson of the Shuis’ Great Elder, Jiang Junqian and Jiang Junhua, as well as the master-disciple pair Song Chunmei and Jiang Motian from the Yinming Sect, appeared one after another before Ye Chenfeng.
These people were almost all Ye Chenfeng’s enemies in the Earth Profound Realm.
Those who had died by Ye Chenfeng’s hand, those who now in the Earth Profound Realm wished to kill Ye Chenfeng—they gathered around him, surrounding him in the middle. From these people emanated fierce and unthinkable auras, and disdainful remarks spilled from their lips.
"Ye Chenfeng, do you still think you can resist? Do you really think you are a match for us? You’re nothing but downright trash."
"Ye Chenfeng, you’re not fit to be our opponent. If you have any sense, you’d just kill yourself immediately."
"Boy, you’re just a weak and pitiful ant. You have no right to live in this world; as an ant, you’ll always be beneath our feet."
"Boy, when we make a move, killing you will be the least of it. We’ll kill your family one by one, to show you true pain. You may as well choose suicide!"
"Suicide!"
"Suicide!"
"Suicide!"
...
Surrounded, Ye Chenfeng felt the fierce auras and heard the sarcastic and scornful voices, especially the repeated calls for "suicide," like a demonic chant echoing in his ears. No matter how he shook his head, he couldn’t quiet the voices. freeweɓnovel~cѳm
Looking at the sneering faces of Song Chunmei, Jiang Motian, and even Yan Feichen from the Heavenly Alliance whom he had long since killed, Ye Chenfeng clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips digging into his palms, filled with an anger he couldn’t vent.
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes brimmed with defiance as he shouted, "What do you think you are? I, Ye Chenfeng, will kill you all one by one eventually. I’ll protect my family; no one can threaten me, no one at all!"
Veins bulged on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, his eyes bloodshot, exuding an indomitable aura as he fiercely glared at those surrounding him.
"Not bad, not bad; you’re barely qualified to be my successor now."
A sudden voice echoed in Ye Chenfeng’s ear, making him pause. Then, the figures around him disappeared one by one.
Ye Chenfeng realized some things, such as the fact that Yan Feichen and others were already dead and couldn’t really appear here, meaning everything just now was an illusion. Yet the illusions were so vivid, making him break into a cold sweat as he calmed down slowly.
With all the figures gone, Ye Chenfeng found himself on a vast open space, filled with swords of various types, stretching into what seemed like a sea of swords!
A middle-aged man stood in front of Ye Chenfeng with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black cloak. The man turned slowly, his gaze admiring Ye Chenfeng.
Seeing the man, Ye Chenfeng was slightly startled as the man resembled the giant statue outside—could this man be He Wuji, the Sword God?
Quickly organizing his thoughts, Ye Chenfeng tentatively asked, "Are you the Sword God He Wuji?"
The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said, "Hmm, in my lifetime, some did call me the Sword God."
He Wuji continued, "I am very pleased with your performance, especially your indomitable character. During my lifetime, no one inherited my legacy, but today, I can finally pass on my Unyielding Sword Intent. Boy, I hope that this Unyielding Sword Intent remains powerful in your hands."
Before Ye Chenfeng could react, He Wuji flicked his finger lightly, and a brown light entered Ye Chenfeng’s body instantly, catching him off guard.
"I’ve implanted the seed of the Unyielding Sword Intent in your dantian. You’ve merely earned my initial approval. Whether you can gain the Unyielding Sword Intent’s acknowledgment depends on yourself. If you ever earn its acknowledgment, the seed in your dantian will blossom, and only then can you truly wield the Unyielding Sword Intent." He Wuji explained slowly.
...(To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile readers, please read on m.qidian.com.)