"Who is this person?"
"Is he sick?"
"How dare you speak like that! He's just a young pup, barely floating in the void—at most a Dou Zong. I'll teach him a lesson and show him how high the heavens really are!"
As Ye Feng's calm words echoed across the Mountain Range, the surrounding crowd erupted with rage. A red-haired elder in the Dou Zong realm soared into the sky like a rocket, aiming straight for Ye Feng.
But before he could even blink, Ye Feng flicked his wrist.
A stick of incense shot forward like a divine arrow, piercing through the elder's forehead and chest in one clean motion.
The old man died instantly.
"Start counting," Ye Feng said coldly.
The crowd stared, stunned, at the incense now embedded in a stone slab. Not even a scratch marred its surface. Even the Dou Zun present dared not speak. That single strike had pierced a Dou Zong from hundreds of meters away, and the incense remained untouched—this kind of power was terrifying.
Some people, realizing Ye Feng's sheer might, turned and fled in silence.
"Don't panic!" someone shouted. "No matter how strong he is, he's just one man. If we all work together, he won't stand a chance!"
"That's right. Don't retreat! Let's see what he can really do."
"We're from different factions—Glacier Valley, the Soul Palace, and others. If he kills us all, he'll be marked by every power across the Central Plains!"
A few Duo Zong-level experts tried to rally the masses. Encouraged, some who had started to flee returned hesitantly.
"Oh, foolish children…" sighed an elder from Danta, shaking his head.
The incense burned low.
"The time is up," Ye Feng said indifferently. "Since you've made your choice… I'll grant your wish."
"Everyone! Attack!"
Blades, elemental techniques, and battle auras filled the air as a sea of attacks surged toward Ye Feng. The sky lit up like a festival of destruction.
"Should we intervene?" Zi Yan asked.
"No need," said the Little Medical Fairy with a smile. "That number of people isn't nearly enough to threaten him."
A glowing gray sigil appeared on Ye Feng's forehead. The Light of the Chaos God burst forth, forming a shield of gray brilliance around him. With his hands tucked inside his sleeves, he stood unmoving, letting the rainbow-colored barrage crash against him.
"Hah! Is that all? Let's see how he survives that," someone jeered.
But their confidence vanished in an instant.
The thousands of attacks... turned around.
They didn't vanish.
They reversed.
Each technique returned exactly the way it came, accurately targeting its original caster.
"AHHHHH!"
Screams rang out across the battlefield.
In a single move, half of those who had stayed behind were killed. Of the rest, some were injured, and a few—those who had hesitated—escaped unscathed.
"What… what's going on?"
"That crescent slash—wasn't that my battle skill? How did he—?"
"He can't possibly know all our skills. It's the gray light—it must reflect attacks!"
Some began to understand. Ye Feng's Chaos God Light wasn't just a shield—it was a mirror of death.
"What now?!"
"We can't even touch him! Let's leave! Damn it, he's hogging the entire ruin!"
Some, burning with jealousy yet filled with fear, started to retreat.
"Leave?" Ye Feng's voice cut through them like a blade. "You think you can walk away?"
"You still want to kill us all?"
"I said it clearly: after one stick of incense—no mercy."
"I'm from Glacier Valley! If you kill me, you'll offend—"
BOOM!
Ye Feng clenched his right fist.
Space collapsed.
With no need for fancy words, he punched downward. Space compressed, and his enlarged fist descended like a divine judgment. When it struck the ground, it left a crater a hundred meters deep.
The area—larger than ten football fields—was instantly reduced to a graveyard.
"This… This can't be human power…" someone murmured.
One punch.
Thousands dead.
And Ye Feng wasn't done.
Three more punches followed.
Every single fighter who refused to leave within the incense's time limit was eradicated—Duo King, Duo Zun, even Duo Zong—none survived.
Silence fell.
The few who had obeyed and stepped away earlier now stared at Ye Feng with sheer terror.
Four punches.
Tens of thousands.
All gone.
After today, the Central Plains would know a new name: Ye Feng, Tyrant of the Death Soul Mountain Range.
"Body cultivators… truly are superior at the same level," Ye Feng murmured.
His strength had only begun to show golden spots in his skeleton. Once his bones turned completely golden, his physical cultivation would break into the Duo Di Realm. By then, even Duo Di-level Qi cultivators might not match him.
A single thought could split mountains and rivers. A punch could shatter planets. A sword slash could rend the sky.
Ye Feng finally dared to dream of realms he once feared to even consider.
They said when the body reached the Duo Di Realm, a man could destroy a world with one strike.
"Begin the treasure hunt," he said.
"But the ruins are still sealed," Ya Fei replied.
"I'll open them for you."
Ye Feng closed his eyes. In the next moment, his Spirit Power shot toward the peak of the Death Soul Mountain Range.
Crack!
The space above shattered like glass.
Amid a surge of energy, a palace revealed itself—an enormous red structure nearly a thousand feet high, glowing like fire atop the mountain of bones.
"No wonder it was sealed away," Ya Fei murmured. "A palace this large would be too conspicuous anywhere else."
"The entrance is open," Ye Feng said. "Inside, you'll find a fake fire passage. The real exit is beneath it. Go."
"Master Ye, aren't you coming?"
"No. This ruin was left by a Duo Saint. The best thing inside is a Heaven-rank Dou Technique. You go. Decide the treasures among yourselves."
He didn't care. His eyes were on something else: the Dragon King Origin Fruit.
He considered telling Zi Yan and Feng Qing'er—but that would mean favoring one over the other. Instead, he let the conflict between the two unfold naturally.
[Ding!]
As Xiao Yixian, Mu Qingluan, Zi Yan, Xiao Yu, the Purple Crystal Winged Lion Kings, Feng Qing'er, and Ya Fei entered the Saint of Creation's ruin, a crisp system notification sounded in Ye Feng's mind.
["Congratulations. You have occupied the ruins left by the Creation Saint with your own strength. This has altered the original storyline. Reward: 2,199 attribute points available for allocation."]
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