A massive black energy beam that seemed capable of piercing through everything.

Ten gigantic blood-red blade shadows as if they could cleave the heavens and earth.

All of them swept towards Ye Chenfeng, who carried the Coffin of Death.

It could be said that whether it was Luo Qianhai and Zhao Wanzhong from Xiao Yao Palace, or Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu from Heavenly Sword Sect, they all exhausted every ounce of strength, even at the cost of using forbidden techniques.

The power of this attack from Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect was indeed many times stronger than their previous combined assault.

The air was filled with piercing energy, spreading in all directions.

Even the energy generated here was filled with extreme power, which was likely not something an ordinary Heavenly God Realm expert could withstand.

Upon sensing such an offensive, Zhao Jinpeng and Jiang Caixuan furrowed their brows deeply, but to avoid the thick air of death, they had already moved away, too late to aid immediately.

The cultivators who were just as scared as startled birds relaxed slightly upon seeing the reckless attack by Luo Qianhai and the others.

The truth was, the power of these two attacks from Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect was too immense, filled with a sense of ultimate destruction, causing even those far away to feel a chilling terror.

Bai Xiaorou wanted to rush over but was stopped by Zhao Jinpeng, who said, "Xiaorou, don’t be impulsive. Going there now would be courting death. We can’t help Chenfeng at all. If Chenfeng falls, then everyone here is doomed."

With a "boom!"

As Zhao Jinpeng’s worried words fell.

The massive black energy beam.

The ten gigantic blood-red blade shadows.

Instantly engulfed Ye Chenfeng, and the moment the blades and beams hit him, they exploded.

The overwhelming red and black pressures filled the sky, obscuring all visibility, as Ye Chenfeng’s body was shrouded by red and black energies.

Waves of immense residual power spread outward, causing the distant cultivators to retreat hastily once again. Even these residual waves impacted the barrier enveloping the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin.

With a "bang!", the barrier enveloping the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin shattered instantly, and many buildings within the city crumbled into ruins.

Zhao Jinpeng grabbed Bai Xiaorou, stepping into the sky, flying rapidly away.

Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan quickly followed Zhao Jinpeng’s retreating steps.

Fortunately, an underground refuge was built beneath the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin using a formation; everyone inside should have entered that underground shelter. With the formation’s protection and being underground, the residual power shouldn’t harm anyone inside the city.

In the eyes of Zhao Jinpeng and Wu Lingxiang, the expressions were even more grave. The destructive power from the attacks of Xiao Yao Palace and Heavenly Sword Sect was stronger than they had anticipated. Although carrying a black coffin made Ye Chenfeng unpredictable, could Ye Chenfeng really withstand it unscathed?

If Ye Chenfeng died.

Then Zhao Jinpeng and the others wouldn’t survive either. Although they now had a chance to escape, their eyes remained fixed on the area covered by the red and black energies, as their momentum within was rapidly rising.

On the ground.

After Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu unleashed their ultimate technique, both of their cultivation levels instantly regressed a small stage.

Hua Wanchuan fell from the Peak of the Divine King Realm to the late-stage Divine King Realm.

Li Yuanmu went from the late-stage to the Mid Divine King Realm.

Their faces were extremely grim; regressing a small stage in cultivation, they didn’t know how long it would take to recover. All this was because of Ye Chenfeng, and their internal rage was still not fully released.

As for Luo Qianhai, his expression was extremely somber, while Zhao Wanzhong, lying immobile on the ground, finally let out a sigh of relief, as he sensed the thick air of death rapidly dissipating. Ye Chenfeng should already be dead; it was impossible to survive such powerful attacks.

Hua Wanchuan’s facial skin wrinkled, and he said in a low voice, "The brat is finally dead. We’ve paid a heavy price to kill him, and dying a million times wouldn’t be enough for him."

Luo Qianhai nodded in agreement, unable to sense Ye Chenfeng’s aura either. His face was somewhat sinister, as his brother Luo Qianjiang was killed by Ye Chenfeng, and the Immortal Artifact Huntian Lock was destroyed by him. Now, to kill Ye Chenfeng, he had used both secret and forbidden techniques, significantly affecting his cultivation progress.

Luo Qianhai’s heart was filled with malice as he declared, "Killing the brat is far from enough. I want to annihilate the entire Ancient City of Heavenly Origin."

As Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, Zhao Wanzhong, and Li Yuanmu prepared to head towards the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin,

The area shrouded in red and black energies began to clear.

Once the red and black energies dissipated entirely, everyone’s vision was no longer obstructed.

Initially filled with malice, Luo Qianhai and the others suddenly froze.

In the midst of the red and black energies, the Coffin of Death stood upright, with Ye Chenfeng supporting it with one hand.

Ye Chenfeng was entirely enveloped by thick black death aura and another black energy.

Beneath the shroud of dense black death aura and energy, only Ye Chenfeng’s two blood-red eyes were visible.

The reason the previously thick death aura dissipated and reconvened was that it gathered towards Ye Chenfeng. Luo Qianhai and others couldn’t sense Ye Chenfeng’s aura because it was completely masked by the black death aura and energy.

Shrouded by dense black death aura and energy, Ye Chenfeng’s heart surged to the peak of slaughter, losing control of this desire as his rationality was being devoured.

The Coffin of Death had sensed its master Ye Chenfeng’s life was at risk and erupted with powerful energy protecting him.

As an endless stream of death aura entered Ye Chenfeng’s body.

With one hand on the Coffin of Death, Ye Chenfeng lifted it again, his rationality almost completely devoured. Now, he wanted to kill, to kill freely, endlessly, rasping a single word from his throat: "Die!"

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