Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

However, this terrifying pressure was completely dissipated by an invisible force when it reached three feet in front of Ye Feng, without even being able to stir a single hair on his head.

Ye Feng slowly raised the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took another big gulp. The spicy wine slid down his throat, and he exhaled a breath of wine with satisfaction.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at the arrogant Xue Qianqiu opposite him, and a flat smile appeared on his lips.

"good."

A single word, light and airy, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Xue Qianqiu's scarlet eyes narrowed sharply.

The fanaticism on the faces of the hundreds of Blood Nether Holy Land elders and disciples behind him instantly froze.

Admit it?

Did you just admit it so easily? Without the slightest fear, without the slightest explanation, as if you were talking about something as trivial as the nice weather today?

Ye Feng seemed to think the answer wasn't exciting enough, so he shook the wine gourd in his hand and continued in that lazy tone.

“Not only your good-for-nothing son, but also the Blood Nether Saint Lord who led the attack on the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land a few days ago, was killed by me.”

He stretched out his finger and lightly flicked the rusty ancient sword beside him, producing a crisp "clang".

"They all died by my sword."

After speaking, Ye Feng's gaze returned to Xue Qianqiu, and a hint of amusement finally appeared in his usually calm eyes.

"how?"

"You're asking so urgently, do you also want to go down and join them? The most important thing for a family is to be together."

boom!

These words were like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil!

The entire sky above the Blood Nether Holy Land exploded instantly!

"Insanity!"

Xue Qianqiu laughed in extreme anger. The bloodthirsty aura surging around him boiled violently due to extreme rage, transforming into streaks of blood-red lightning that raged wildly behind him, tearing through the void!

He had never seen such an arrogant person!

He killed his most promising son!

They wiped out his most elite army!

Now, he has broken into his lair alone, and in front of him and all his followers, he has uttered such hurtful words!

How arrogant! How utterly disrespectful!

"Good! What a fool who doesn't know his own mortality!"

Xue Qianqiu's laughter grew increasingly sinister. He said, word by word, "Boy, since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep today, I'll kill you first and use your head as a chamber pot!"

"Then we'll go and raze the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land to the ground, leaving no one alive!"

The people from the Blood Nether Holy Land behind him also recovered from their initial shock, replaced by overwhelming killing intent!

"Kill him! Avenge our young master!"

"May the old Holy Lord be mighty! Tear this scoundrel to pieces!"

"How dare he humiliate my holy land like this! He must die!"

Amidst the deafening shouts of battle, Xue Qianqiu's rage had reached its peak.

Without further ado, he suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest, forming an ancient and sinister hand seal!

"Boy, to die beneath my divine weapon is a blessing you've earned through three lifetimes of good deeds!"

Om-!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire world trembled violently!

The eerie hall below, built from countless skeletons, suddenly exploded!

A vast, boundless pillar of blood-red light, seemingly capable of swallowing heaven and earth, shot into the sky from the ruins!

Within the pillar of light, a colossal three-legged cauldron, tens of thousands of feet tall, slowly rose into the air!

The cauldron was cast entirely from an unknown divine metal, giving it a dark, blood-red color. Its body was engraved with countless reliefs depicting the roars of gods and demons and the wails of vengeful spirits. Each engraving was dripping with viscous blood, as if it would never dry.

A fierce, ancient, and domineering aura swept across the land!

This is the Blood God Cauldron, the supreme imperial weapon of the Blood Netherworld Holy Land!

The moment this cauldron appeared, the world changed color, and even the scarlet blood moon dimmed, as if in fear of its ferocious power.

The dense blood energy transformed into a substantial ocean, rising and falling at the mouth of the cauldron. Within it, countless shattered divine essences and imperial bones could be vaguely seen churning, emitting a agonizing wail.

"Brother Ye... Brother Ye Feng, please be careful!"

Xiangling's pretty face had already turned deathly pale. She felt the ferocious aura that was almost tearing her soul apart, and couldn't help but warn in a trembling voice, "This is the Blood God Cauldron of the Blood Netherworld Old Saint Lord. It is said that this cauldron is extremely ferocious and has refined hundreds of powerful gods. It is terrifying!"

The several Supreme Elders of the Ten Thousand Thunder Holy Land behind her were so weak in the knees that they almost fell off the sky.

This is the power of divine weapons!

Just watching them was enough to prevent them from having any thoughts of resistance!

However, the reactions of Ye Feng's junior sisters were quite different.

"Tch, what a piece of junk."

Jiang Keke curled her lip, her large, bright eyes filled with undisguised disdain: "So flashy and bloody, it smells like a sewer. Does it deserve to be called a divine weapon?"

Xiao Baiyu also frowned slightly. She controlled the immortal fire and had an innate aversion to such filth. She simply quietly activated the flames within her body to keep the invading bloodthirsty aura at bay.

Bing Xian'er and Li Yanran remained silent, but their hands gripping the sword hilts did not waver in the slightest.

Their trust is their strongest weapon.

Xue Qianqiu took in everyone's reactions, especially the fear of Xiangling and the others, which added to his violent pleasure.

He laughed maniacally and sinisterly, "Boy, did you hear that? This Blood God Cauldron of mine has already devoured the souls and flesh of over a hundred powerful gods!"

"You will be next!"

"To become nourishment for my Blood God Cauldron is the greatest honor of your life, you ant!"

Xue Qianqiu's voice was filled with supreme confidence and cruelty, as if he could already see Ye Feng being thrown into the cauldron, howling and struggling in endless blood and fire, and finally turning into a pool of pus and blood.

Elder Xueyou and his disciples stood tall and proud, their faces filled with fervent worship.

In their view, the battle was over once the old Holy Lord unleashed the Blood God Cauldron!

However, when faced with this Blood God Cauldron that blotted out the sky and possessed overwhelming ferocity.

Ye Feng simply tilted his head, as if watching a monkey show performer, having just finished watching his most prized trick.

He didn't even look at the large cauldron, but instead focused his gaze back on Xue Qianqiu's face, slowly taking another sip of wine.

He smacked his lips.

He finally spoke, his voice carrying an obvious hint of disdain.

"That's it?"

"I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turns out it's just a broken soup pot?"

Ye Feng shook his head, looking utterly bored. He muttered to himself, "This thing looks impressive, but compared to the Thunder Emperor Sword that's been dormant in my sea of ​​consciousness, it's just a child's toy."

“Showing off something like this, you’re not ashamed, I’m embarrassed for you.”