"They want our Ye family to completely disappear from Dayang City! Such audacity!"

Upon hearing the emaciated martial artist's words, Ye Tang was so furious his head felt like it was about to explode. He turned to Ye Xian, his expression ferocious, and said, "Father, this brat is too arrogant! We must send our family's experts to eliminate him!"

"Beast!" SMACK! Ye Xian suddenly stood up. With a wave of his wide sleeve, he slapped Ye Tang, sending him flying.

"Father…" Ye Tang, holding his swollen left cheek, looked at Ye Xian in surprise.

Ye Xian's brows twitched as anger burned in his eyes. He glared at Ye Tang and roared, "The Azure Blood Four Tigers were defeated by Luo Feng. Who can guarantee they can kill him? Will you go?"

Ye Tang's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shook his head. Even Yang Qinghu, with his peak Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm cultivation, had died at Luo Feng's hands. Now that his own cultivation was crippled and his strength reduced to a mere twenty percent, Luo Feng could crush him with a single finger.

The lean martial artist beside him, watching the enraged Ye Xian, asked in a low voice, "Family Head, what do we do now?"

Ye Xian's eyes flickered, his face ashen, his clenched fists trembling slightly. A mid-stage Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm martial artist defeating the combined assault of three late-stage Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm martial artists and one peak Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm expert—this fact alone was shocking enough.

Moreover, the one who had accomplished this was a youth not yet sixteen years old! At this thought, Ye Xian felt his scalp tingle, and a profound chill seeped into his heart.

Ye Tang sat dazedly on the ground, staring blankly at Ye Xian. He saw fear on Ye Xian's face. A dignified Spiritual Rotation Realm expert was actually afraid of a mid-stage Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm martial artist!

After pondering for a moment, Ye Xian took a deep breath and announced solemnly, "Let's pretend this never happened. Remember, you are not allowed to mention it to anyone in the future!"

He indeed possessed the strength to kill Luo Feng, but if he failed, the Ye family would undoubtedly plunge into irreversible ruin! A rising genius was an absolute nightmare for anyone!

Between face and the family's safety, Ye Xian quickly made his choice. Hearing Ye Xian's decision, the lean martial artist secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Ye Tang, beside them, looked ashen-faced.

「...」

A waning moon hung high, and the night wind was biting. In the boundless Blood Chronicle Wasteland, a fiercely blazing bonfire stood out conspicuously in the night-shrouded wilderness.

Beside the bonfire sat a youth with blade-like eyebrows—it was Luo Feng. After deciding to return to the Purple Sun School, Luo Feng had been traveling continuously. Finally, on the third night, he entered the Blood Chronicle Wasteland.

Once he crossed the Blood Chronicle Wasteland, it would only take a day's journey to return to the Purple Sun School. However, crossing the Blood Chronicle Wasteland was not easy.

The Blood Chronicle Wasteland spanned thousands of miles, connecting to the Red Chain Mountain Range. It teemed with demon beasts and the environment was perilous. Especially at night, terrifying beast roars echoed everywhere, making it extremely dangerous.

Luo Feng also didn't want to travel through the night-shrouded Blood Chronicle Wasteland. Besides, there was still some time before Duanmu Xiao's fortieth birthday, so he wasn't in a hurry. He opted to travel by day and cultivate by night.

Luo Feng poked the bonfire with a wooden stick and looked at the dry rations in his hand, his brow furrowed. He had been eating dry rations for the past few days, and his mouth felt so bland that he had lost all appetite for them.

I should find something else to eat first. Luo Feng stood up and scanned his surroundings. His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the Fury Flame Knife appeared silently in his hand. He slashed it through the air.

WHOOSH! Amidst the faint sound of rushing air, an icy blade gleam cut through the darkness, shooting outwards. Instantly, a pained howl echoed from the distance.

With a flicker, Luo Feng appeared where the howl had originated. On the ground lay the corpse of a demon beast. It had two horns on its head, a body about a meter long, and was covered in long, blood-red fur.

Looking at the demon beast's corpse, a smile appeared on Luo Feng's face. "A Level One demon beast, the Blood Pattern Sheep. Looks like I'm in for a treat."

The Blood Pattern Sheep was a Level One demon beast, one of the most common in the Blood Chronicle Wasteland. It was robust and plump, its meat exceptionally delicious, making it a top-grade ingredient.

Luo Feng picked up the Blood Pattern Sheep and returned to the bonfire, immediately starting to prepare it. Soon, the tempting aroma of roast meat permeated the air.

Luo Feng tasted a bite. The meat was smooth and tender, rich but not greasy. He couldn't help but nod in approval, remarking, "Truly worthy of being a Blood Pattern Sheep. Even without any seasoning, the flavor is still this good."

Tearing off a leg, Luo Feng began to feast heartily. In a short while, he had devoured half the roasted sheep, only then patting his hands in satisfaction.

After tossing more dry wood into the bonfire, Luo Feng sat down cross-legged beside it. Looking at the Fury Flame Knife in his hand, he fell into contemplation.

Since his battle with Yang Qinghu, Luo Feng had been constantly reflecting on it. If Yang Qinghu hadn't been careless at that crucial moment, winning would have been incredibly difficult for me.

This made Luo Feng realize that his strength was still a considerable distance from that of a true peak expert of the Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm.

"If my Grand Momentum can achieve the Minor Achievement of Great Trend, materializing From Illusion to Reality, my chances of winning against a peak Ninth Heaven Heavenly Court Realm expert would definitely be much greater," Luo Feng muttered to himself, his fingers gently stroking the blade of the Fury Flame Knife.

After this period of accumulation, Luo Feng felt his Grand Momentum was on the verge of a breakthrough. If his Grand Momentum could achieve the Minor Achievement of Great Trend, his strength would undoubtedly soar. For the past few days, he had been diligently working to elevate his Momentum Realm.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng placed the Fury Flame Knife across his knees, closed his eyes, and began cultivating his Grand Momentum. As he repeatedly recalled the essence of Grand Momentum in his mind, the Yuan Qi around him formed blade shadows that continuously slashed at his surroundings, leaving numerous fissures on the ground.

As time passed, Luo Feng gradually entered a state of Self-Forgetfulness in his cultivation. When the bonfire finally burned out, Luo Feng seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes, a blade shadow flashing within his cold pupils, and looked to the side.

The night wind was biting, howling like sobs as it swept across the wasteland. Far away, numerous small, crimson specks were slowly approaching, an eerie, blood-like red that was chilling in the deep night of the wasteland.

By the dim moonlight, Luo Feng saw dozens of black, water buffalo-sized giant wolves standing a few hundred meters ahead. The crimson gleam was the light bursting from their eyes, radiating a bloodthirsty and savage aura.

Level Three demon beasts, Dark Blood Demon Wolves! A faint smile touched Luo Feng's lips.

"Just in time!" Luo Feng's eyes reflected the moonlight, his gaze as cold as snow.

Grasping the Fury Flame Knife, Luo Feng slashed forward. His movements were fluid and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

SSSSH! An icy blade gleam tore through the night, flying out silently. Instantly, several Dark Blood Demon Wolves were sliced in half. Blood sprayed out, dyeing a large expanse of land crimson.

ROAR! The sudden attack stunned the Dark Blood Demon Wolves for a moment. Then, they let out earth-shattering roars, and dozens of Dark Blood Demon Wolves, exuding a frightening aura, charged at Luo Feng.

Three hundred meters! Two hundred meters! Fifty meters! The dozens of Dark Blood Demon Wolves advanced like a black cloud, their eyes fixed on Luo Feng, pressing down on him. Their crimson gazes were as piercing as fresh blood!

WHIZ! WHIZ! WHIZ... Upon reaching a twenty-meter range, the Dark Blood Demon Wolves at the front leaped high, pouncing directly at Luo Feng. Their half-foot-long black claws, glinting coldly, aimed to tear him to shreds.

A flicker of disdain crossed Luo Feng's eyes. He stood firm and unmoving. A massive, saber-shaped phantom image suddenly materialized as he swung his blade in a horizontal slash.

BOOM! The Saber Qi, infused with Grand Momentum, exploded in power. The blade gleam stretched over ten meters, creating an icy curtain of light in the night.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. The Dark Blood Demon Wolves, airborne in their pounce, abruptly halted. Then, their bodies split in two, crimson blood gushing out as their corpses tumbled to the ground.

The undiminished aftershock of the blade gleam carved a terrifying gash over ten meters long into the earth. This single strike had slaughtered nearly thirty Dark Blood Demon Wolves!

In the darkness of the night, the remaining Dark Blood Demon Wolves stared at Luo Feng, fear surfacing in their bloodthirsty pupils. With a mournful whimper, they turned and fled for their lives.

This human is too terrifying! they thought. A single slash killed most of us. The instant that blade gleam appeared, it felt like a colossal peak crashing down, utterly irresistible!

HUFF! Luo Feng didn't pursue the fleeing demon beasts. He swept his gaze over the surrounding Dark Blood Demon Wolf corpses, his attention then falling to the Fury Flame Knife.

Still no breakthrough... Luo Feng thought. Although he felt he was just a step away, that his Grand Momentum was on the cusp of the Minor Achievement of Great Trend, this final step was the most difficult and required more accumulated time.

Putting away the Fury Flame Knife, Luo Feng exhaled. Grand Momentum is ethereal and inherently difficult to master; impatience will only be detrimental.

Beast roars echoed continuously from the surroundings. Luo Feng glanced around, realizing he couldn't linger. He immediately executed Teng Dragon's Step and resumed his journey.

For the next two days, Luo Feng continued to travel by day and cultivate by night. Unfortunately, his Grand Momentum cultivation still showed little progress. However, Luo Feng wasn't disheartened; instead, he grew even more expectant of the power he would wield once his Grand Momentum achieved the Minor Achievement of Great Trend.

The scorching sun hung high, baking the earth. The ground of the Blood Chronicle Wasteland was seared intensely hot. WHOOSH! A youth leaped through the wasteland, arms pumping, each bound covering over a hundred meters. From afar, he seemed to be gliding through the air, his speed like that of a fierce wind.

This youth was Luo Feng. After two days, he had finally reached the edge of the Blood Chronicle Wasteland. In another day, he would be back at the Purple Sun School.

"Huh, a town!" Luo Feng looked up and peered into the distance. Seeing a town far off, joy lit up his eyes.

For the past two days in the Blood Chronicle Wasteland, I've seen nothing but demon beasts and rocks, not a single human. Finally, a populated place! Luo Feng decided to rest in the town first before continuing his journey.

The small town wasn't large. From afar, its perimeter was marked only by earthen walls about two men high. Their surfaces were pitted and uneven, appearing quite ancient and worn.

As Luo Feng neared the town, he suddenly stopped, his expression turning grave. The entire town is too quiet! Not a single sound...

There isn't a soul in sight, not even guards. This town... Luo Feng's brow furrowed. He drew the Fury Flame Knife and cautiously approached.

WHOOSH! Luo Feng landed on the town wall and peered intently into the town.

Although he had mentally prepared himself, when he saw the scene before him clearly, Luo Feng still couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

The town's streets and houses were splattered everywhere with bloodstains. Skeletons lay strewn about haphazardly, forming a thick layer on the ground that extended to the limits of his vision, their numbers impossible to discern.

Several demon beasts were brazenly gnawing on corpses in the streets. The cold, distinct chewing sounds were enough to make one's heart tremble.

A light breeze drifted by, carrying a thick, nauseating stench of decay. Luo Feng released his Soul Power but couldn't detect the aura of a single living person. A tremor went through his heart.

Everyone in the entire town is dead. What on earth happened here...?

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