Chapter 602: Chapter 598: Deep into the Demon Abyss, the Heaven-Burying Sword Slays the True Demon

Xia Feng nodded, then dashed directly towards the whirlpool’s location with a serious expression.

At first, the elite thought Xia Feng was planning to continue blocking the entrance, leaving them no way out.

But watching Xia Feng rushing forward, his expression became somewhat astonished.

"Has he gone mad? Even the Hidden Clan avoids the Demon Realm and Netherworld, what is he doing now?"

"Exactly, the Hidden Clan originally secluded themselves because the Demon Realm and Netherworld were rampaging in the Divine Domain, didn’t they fear these two clans the most?"

"Is he going in to die? Or does the Hidden Clan have some new conspiracy?"

The outside rumors didn’t reach Xia Feng, but Sun Yazhu overheard them partially, suppressing some doubts in her heart and carefully noting the information down, planning to mention it to Xia Feng when he returns.

Though he wasn’t very familiar with the Divine Domain, he could think outside the original frame to ponder over the logic in it, maybe he could uncover some unknown secrets.

By now, Xia Feng had already crossed the whirlpool and entered the true Demon Abyss.

All around were pitch-black demons, their eyes bright red, with wings on their backs levitating in mid-air, looking somewhat surprised as Xia Feng emerged from the whirlpool.

Yet the astonishment lasted only a brief moment, as the next second resembled a drop of cold water falling into hot oil, bursting into chaos as all the demons around erupted.

They kept shouting incomprehensible words at Xia Feng, sounding as unpleasant as sharp stones scraping across glass.

While roaring, they rushed towards Xia Feng, the sheer darkness blocked out the real sky.

Xia Feng sneered, maintaining composure as he gripped the Heaven-Burying Sword and slashed towards the demons ahead.

Earlier when Ji Yun entered the Demon Realm, Xia Feng roughly explored the situation in the abyss, with Celestial Gods scattered sparsely, and even fewer True Gods.

These ordinary demons were no match for Xia Feng’s sword Qi.

A few slashes broke through the surrounding darkness, revealing the scene of the Demon Realm behind.

Perhaps due to the erosion of demonic Qi, the surrounding environment was extremely desolate and barren; as far as the eye could see were wastelands and cliffs, not a trace of greenery or life.

Xia Feng furrowed his brows slightly, waved his left hand, and countless fallen Demon Hearts were all collected into a specialized Storage Ring.

This act seemed to provoke the demons nearby, as more demons surrounded Xia Feng’s direction instantly.

Though their cultivation wasn’t strong, their sheer number rendered them bothersome for Xia Feng, leading him to shake the God-Burying Bell on his wrist decisively; after ringing, the nearby demons exploded, revealing a large space.

The distant demons couldn’t hear the sound clearly but felt its discomfort acutely, their blood surging making their eyes appear even redder.

Unwilling to bother with these low-level demons, Xia Feng gathered the fallen Demon Hearts from the ground and proceeded deeper into the abyss.

The sheer number of demons around was overwhelming, even as Xia Feng killed many, demons still poured towards the whirlpool direction ceaselessly.

Turning to glance, he found the whirlpool’s capacity limited; otherwise, if the demons swarmed there, none of those elites opposite would survive.

But since there was a limit, he was reassured, so long as the women remained safe, he had ample time to seek the source of resentment.

Yet, the demons seemed unaware of fear, even as Xia Feng killed so many, they still charged fearlessly as moths to flame, trying to attack Xia Feng, only to be slain effortlessly by him.

Frustrated by the repetitive killing, Xia Feng finally conjured divine armor, pushing the demons back a fair distance, and began exploring deeper into the Demon Abyss.

He noticed the deeper he ventured, the more anxious and furious the demons appeared, as though he’d desecrated their ancestral graves; even attempts at self-detonation aimed to kill Xia Feng.

However, the demons’ self-destruction failed to sway Xia Feng in the slightest, not even slowing his pace.

Nearby demons roared a few times, then began gathering towards the True Demon of the True God Realm, each transforming into a black line entering the True Demon’s body.

Visibly, the True Demon’s realm heightened and its body expanded, growing increasingly robust and formidable.

Xia Feng paused, staring at the True Demon with somber eyes.

For just a moment, amidst the demons willingly dying, Xia Feng sensed a wisp of resentment wafting out.

Though it disappeared swiftly, vanished to unknown whereabouts, Xia Feng was certain he felt that speck of resentment.

Surrounded by demonic Qi, if a source of resentment began forming here, it could swiftly grow like igniting fuel.

Despite not fearing the True God Realm’s True Demon, Xia Feng wouldn’t skip the process of eradicating resentment.

Fearful that accumulated resentment might generate a God Burial Valley unique to the Demon Realm, unfairly enhancing its strength.

With this thought, the Heaven-Burying Sword in Xia Feng’s hand emitted a crisp sword chime, and then sword Qi stabbed straight towards the True Demon.

Xia Feng clicked his tongue lightly, tapping the sword with his fingertip: "After killing so many, your spiritual nature should suffice for speaking; stop with the unnecessary sword chimes, acting as if no one knows you’ve arrived."

The Heaven-Burying Sword seemed to shiver a bit, but ceased the sword chime, directly channeling its reprimanding resentment towards the opposing True Demon.

Effortlessly, the True Demon was diced into mincemeat by the Heaven-Burying Sword.

Finally realizing fear, the surrounding demons encircled Xia Feng from a distance but dared not approach to trouble him further.

Xia Feng ignored these brainless creatures, directly collecting the True Demon Heart.

The moment his fingers touched the heart, Xia Feng froze briefly, then lowered his eyes in slight surprise to examine the still beating black heart.

Though the True God was dead, the heart still lived; given enough demons gathered demonic Qi into the heart, it could reconstitute a new True Demon.

Most astonishing to Xia Feng was discovering the heart’s core as a wisp of resentment, sustaining its beating.

This directly overturned Xia Feng’s earlier assumptions; with his eyes flashing, he suddenly grasped a revelation.