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

This...how is this possible? !

Just what level of existence is that Thunder Emperor Sword?

Ye Feng watched this scene with his usual lazy expression, showing no emotion whatsoever.

He simply tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine. The spicy liquid went down his throat, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

All this was already within his expectations.

How dare a mere divine weapon stained with blood try to withstand the sharpness of the Thunder Emperor Sword?

Just ridiculous.

Before the Thunder Emperor Sword, the so-called Blood God Cauldron was as fragile as paper.

"As expected of their senior brother, he's ridiculously invincible!"

Xiao Baiyu's usually smiling eyes were now brimming with unwavering adoration and love. She broke the silence with a cheerful laugh.

"That's right, that's right, Senior Brother is invincible!"

Even the usually quiet Murong Qingqing couldn't help but nod vigorously in agreement. She could feel that the fear transmitted by her Gu worms had turned into complete submission.

Jiang Keke's big, bright eyes widened, and her mouth formed an "O" shape. She looked at the thunder sword in the sky that still exuded the power to destroy the world, and then at her senior brother's lazy back. Her mind had completely shut down.

That's...too powerful!

This was even more terrifying than when her father, the Demon Emperor, went all out in her memory!

Li Yanran's usually calm and pretty face was now filled with solemnity. She nodded slightly, acknowledging her two senior sisters' words. The frequency of vibration within her golden imperial coffin had calmed down, conveying an emotion called "awe".

Only Bing Xian'er, in her clear and cold phoenix eyes, the storm gradually subsided, leaving only a deep and profound look.

She finally realized that the laws contained within the sword her senior brother had recently acquired were beyond what she, as an empress in her previous life, could comprehend.

This thigh... was much thicker than she had imagined.

Xiangling, who was far away, had already collapsed to the ground with her legs weak. She stared at Ye Feng's back, and in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, besides horror, there was a light that was almost like faith.

Brother Ye Feng... just who is he?

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the mighty Thunder Emperor Sword, even after destroying the Blood God Cauldron, did not diminish in the slightest.

It paused only slightly before the sword tip dipped down again, locking onto the collapsed mountain ruins from afar.

boom!

Amidst the ruins, a disheveled figure soared into the sky—it was Xue Qianqiu.

His hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood. He no longer possessed any of the majesty of a holy ancestor; he looked no different from a shabby old man on the street.

As soon as he looked up, he was met with the world-destroying thunder sword that hung in the sky and slowly descended.

The shadow of death was no longer a metaphor, but a tangible, chilling presence that froze his very soul.

He knew he was doomed.

All the harsh words and madness before became a huge joke in the face of this sword.

"No! I don't want to die!"

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything at that moment! It overwhelmed dignity, it overwhelmed the pride of being a demon!

Xue Qianqiu no longer cared about saving face. His legs went weak, and with a "plop," he knelt down directly in the void!

"Sir! Sir, I was wrong!"

He kowtowed frantically toward Ye Feng, crying and begging for mercy.

"I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness! I deserve to die! Please, sir, spare my life!"

"I beg you, sir, spare my life! I am willing to lead the entire Blood Nether Holy Land to submit to you! I will serve you like a slave, without hesitation!"

Please! Please!

one more time.

The Blood Netherworld Old Saint Lord, who once struck fear into the hearts of countless cultivators, was now kowtowing repeatedly, his posture humble to the point of being in the dust.

His Blood God Cauldron had been destroyed.

That terrifying lightning sword hung overhead, threatening to take his life at any moment.

If you don't beg for mercy, you'll only face death!

Ye Feng simply watched the blood-red figure below, kowtowing repeatedly in the void, his face expressionless.

He raised the gourd in his hand and poured the wine into his mouth again.

The mellow wine glided down my throat.

Xue Qianqiu's pleas for mercy echoed between heaven and earth like the cries of a night owl.

"I am willing to offer all the secret treasures and cultivation techniques of the Blood Nether Holy Land to you, sir!"

He banged his head even harder.

"I beg you, sir, have mercy and spare my life!"

"I also know of an ancient ruin that contains countless treasures. I'm willing to take you there, sir!"

He screamed incoherently.

All dignity, all pride, were utterly crushed by the shadow of death.

Ye Feng gently wiped the mouth of the gourd.

He remained silent.

There was no action either.

But those seemingly lazy eyes flickered slightly.

The Thunder Emperor Sword, hovering in the sky and exuding an aura of world destruction, suddenly shone brightly.

It did not pause at all.

The sword tip points straight down.

It pointed directly at Xue Qianqiu, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

"No!"

Xue Qianqiu suddenly looked up.

His bloodshot, cloudy eyes were instantly filled with endless fear.

The chilling cold of death overwhelmed him completely, like a tidal wave.

He struggled desperately.

They wanted to escape this void locked by lightning.

However, the pressure of the Thunder Emperor Sword was like a tangible cage of laws.

He was imprisoned tightly.

He couldn't even move a single finger.

"Ahhh!"

A bloodcurdling scream, piercing to the extreme, tore through the sky.

That voice contained the despair and resentment of a powerful god-king facing death.

The Thunder Emperor Sword fell fiercely.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was also no rampage of the source energy storm.

It was just a light swipe.

Like slicing a thin sheet of paper.

Xue Qianqiu's figure was illuminated by the ten-thousand-foot-long lightning.

It collapsed instantly.

There was no blood or flesh flying.

No bones were broken.

His entire being, including his soul, was under the absolute power of the Thunder Emperor Sword.

It was completely reduced to the finest dust.

Then, the dust was swept up by the lightning.

Dissipated between heaven and earth.

Return to nothingness.

Not even a trace was left.

An ancestor of the Blood Nether Holy Land who has reigned for thousands of years.

A powerful God-King level expert.

And so, amidst pleas for mercy.

Completely fallen.

The dead can no longer die.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Dead silence.

It was as if even the wind had stopped flowing.

Only the ten-thousand-foot-long Thunder Emperor Sword still hovers in the sky.

The purple-gold lightning was still flickering slightly.

It proclaims everything it has just done.

Ye Feng tilted his head back and drank the wine in the gourd in one gulp.

He let out a satisfied burp.

Everything was within his expectations.

A mere God-King.

They even dared to yell at him.