Chapter 739: Afraid You Won’t Come
The departure from Blood Sea was also witnessed by many onlookers. Quite a few of them began to feel tempted as well. Without a ninth-level powerhouse to back them up, the strength of sixth-level fighters, no matter how extraordinary, was limited. That’s what many thought.
Huangfu Yuan frowned slightly. “Follow me!”
As soon as he spoke, the two of them disappeared.
With their disappearance, several groups of onlookers vanished as well.
“It’s really unwise of your elder to leave you here alone,” Huangfu Yuan said through telepathy as he teleported, addressing Ye Feng.
Ye Feng remained silent, only shaking his head with a light laugh. He knew that Huangfu Yuan regarded Blood Sea as his elder, while he himself was likely some young master sent from a family to gain experience.
“In the Meteor River, there are three types of enemies,” Huangfu Yuan transmitted again. “One is the demons from other realms—no need for further explanation. The second is the environment itself. There are many dangerous places in the Meteor River that can even bring down ninth-level powerhouses. So, if you act alone in the future, be extremely careful. The third are your own people. Logically, everyone is from the same world, and the enemies are from another world. But in reality, everyone has hidden motives. So, don’t trust others easily. The most dangerous ones are those who stab you in the back.”
Ye Feng was somewhat surprised by this. He had originally thought this place was just a simple battlefield. He didn’t expect there to be so many complexities.
“Also, there are many groups that specialize in targeting newcomers. As soon as a newcomer arrives, they rob them and usually kill them to eliminate any traces. Because in such a place, no one can say for sure how one dies—so long as it’s done cleanly without leaving any evidence, that’s enough,” Huangfu Yuan continued. “Quite a few people have already set their eyes on you. Maybe some will hold back because of your elder. But we must reach the crowded battle area early so they won’t dare to act recklessly.”
“It’s fine. Let them come,” Ye Feng said, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
“The situation isn’t as simple as you think,” Huangfu Yuan shook his head. “These groups aren’t just two or three people. They’re usually teams of a dozen or twenty. Even an eighth-level powerhouse would find it tough to deal with them…”
Before he could finish, another voice came from not far ahead, “Huangfu Yuan, in such a hurry—where are you rushing off to?”
Huangfu Yuan’s expression darkened as he stared at the seventeen powerful fighters blocking his path. The weakest among them was still a level-seven fighter, while there were as many as six level-eight fighters. Although he had the strength to fight beyond his rank, that was only against level-seven fighters; against level-eight fighters, he was no match.
“Le Zhenglong, what do you want? To rob newcomers openly?” Huangfu Yuan snapped. “Don’t forget, I’m an eyewitness. If I report this, you’ll face serious consequences.”
“Huangfu, Huangfu… Why do you keep acting like a hero?” The leader seemed to dismiss him completely. “You’re considered a genius too. I didn’t want to make things difficult for you. But since you’ve spoken up like this, I’ll have no choice but to stop you from being an eyewitness!”
His words clearly indicated that he intended to kill Huangfu Yuan to silence him.
“Run!” Huangfu Yuan suddenly sent a message to Ye Feng, then tried to teleport away, only to find that the space was sealed off.
“Think you can escape?! It’s not that easy,” Le Zhenglong sneered. “We let you run so far before acting was to set up this sealing formation, which took some time. It not only seals off the internal space, preventing you from teleporting away, but it also blocks external soul-energy detection, so outsiders can’t see what’s happening inside. This is to prevent that level-nine fighter who was with him earlier from suddenly returning and witnessing this.”
“You’ve gone to such lengths because you’re convinced I have something valuable?” Ye Feng remained completely calm, even asking a question.
“Of course. If someone can control a level-nine fighter, who would believe there’s nothing valuable about them?” Le Zhenglong was convinced that Ye Feng had something valuable that could bring huge profits to them.
“I don’t have anything valuable on me right now, but I’ll have it soon,” Ye Feng said, still calm and confident, seemingly unconcerned at all by the people before him.
“I’m too lazy to waste words on you,” Le Zhenglong said, giving a signal to the people around him. “Kill them. Just keep their storage rings. Do it cleanly—leave no clues that could lead to detection.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the eleven level-seven fighters surrounded the two of them. The level-eight fighters seemed too disdainful to intervene and simply watched alongside Le Zhenglong.
“A Level 7 powerhouse? You overestimate yourselves too much.” Ye Feng snorted coldly, extending two fingers with his right hand, unleashing a mixed divine technique at Level 7 that combined the Art of the Swift Sword and seven types of elemental powers. In less than one-tenth of a breath, it was fired several times in a row.
To the astonishment of the several Level 8 powerhouses watching, those attacks effortlessly pierced through the heads of the eleven Level 7 powerhouses, destroying their souls completely without leaving any trace.
Normally, the integration level of a Level 7 powerhouse’s divine techniques was around Level 60. Even if faced with an attack from a Level 7 technique, they could gather a Level 60 combined technique in a short time to resist for a while. Although Ye Feng was only a Level 6 powerhouse and his internal universe had not reached a higher primary plane, he possessed ten universes in total, giving him energy more than ten times greater than that of an ordinary Level 6 powerhouse. Coupled with attacks guided by the Art of the Swift Sword, which were impossible to defend against, they didn’t even have time to assemble a combined technique to resist. Moreover, since they couldn’t teleport in this space, it led to the instant death of all eleven Level 7 powerhouses.
Before anyone could react, Ye Feng boldly stored all eleven corpses in his storage ring. Huangfu Yuan behind him was stunned.
“You’re seeking death,” Le Zhenglong exclaimed, his eyes wide. The other party dared to collect the corpses right in front of him—clearly not taking him seriously at all.
“Do you really still naively think you can do something to me?” Ye Feng lifted his eyelids to glance at him, showing no regard for him at all.
“Hmph, I’ll show you the difference in strength between Level 8 and Level 7 powerhouses!” This time, he was the first to act. The five Level 8 powerhouses behind him also followed suit after a moment of hesitation, launching attacks in an attempt to kill Ye Feng.
“This restriction is really something…” Ye Feng suddenly said this, leaving Huangfu Yuan puzzled. But soon, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
Ye Feng transformed his hand into a sword and thrust forward, using the Tyrant Sword Art from the Sword Dao divine techniques. The level of this combined technique exceeded Huangfu Yuan’s comprehension.
“What? Is this a Level 90 combined technique?!” Le Zhenglong couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing Ye Feng’s move.
The six attacks from the Level 8 powerhouses were shattered like dry grass before reaching Ye Feng’s combined technique. The massive sword energy slammed into the six attackers, sending them flying with blood spewing from their mouths.
Huangfu Yuan, standing behind Ye Feng, was utterly stunned. He had no idea what had just happened. The combined powers of those level-8 experts were all above level 70, yet Ye Feng’s attack was even more powerful.
Ye Feng slowly walked toward them. Only Le Zhenglong was still alive after that attack, though his bones were almost completely shattered, making it impossible for him to move even his fingers. It would take some time before he could regain the ability to move.
Putting the five corpses into his storage ring, Ye Feng crouched down and removed two storage rings from his fingers. Only then did he stand up and head away.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” shouted the great god Le Zhenglong.
“That attack was my strongest at the moment. Since it didn’t kill you, it means your life isn’t meant to end. Besides, I’m not interested in opponents who can’t resist,” Ye Feng said slowly, pausing briefly. After saying that, he turned to look at Huangfu Yuan. “Let’s go.”