Chapter 654: Chapter 654: Sword of Temporal Slaughter, The Seal on Ao Chuan’s Body
This Divine Skill is absolutely terrifying!
Even though it had not yet been truly deduced, Ye Feng could still foresee the horror of this Divine Skill.
It comes with the Power of Space, catching one off guard.
It contains the Power of Time, capable of stripping away lifespan.
It possesses the Sword of Slaughter, its power is terrifying.
After combining the above three powers, this Divine Skill is strong enough to startle even Quasi-Saints.
Of course, this is just theory.
How it performs in actual combat, Ye Feng does not know yet.
He continued to deduce and further perfect it.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
For Ye Feng, more than a month had gone by as he deduced tens of thousands of times and finally perfected the Divine Skill.
It has an inconspicuous name:
Sword of Temporal Slaughter!
This sword perfectly merges the three powers, primarily focusing on lifespan deprivation through the Power of Time, enhancing penetration with the Power of Space, and increasing power with the Sword of Slaughter.
“Sword of Temporal Slaughter, now!”
As Ye Feng extended his hand, a short sword with interwoven black and white patterns appeared immediately in his palm, thin as a cicada’s wing, as wide as a thumb, and as long as a chopstick.
It circled in the palm of Ye Feng’s hand.
If one looked closely, they would find that its surface bore a faint black spatial pattern, as if it wasn’t in this space-time at all, and everything seen was just its projection in this world.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Ye Feng was as if he had been slashed by dozens of sword lights, yet he had not a single injury on his body.
But only he could feel that his lifespan had been devoured by as much as thirteen thousand five hundred years!
“There’s a big difference from the theory.”
Ye Feng suddenly frowned.
Normally, if one uses the Power of Time to deprive the opponent’s lifespan, anyone weaker than Ye Feng would have a thousand years of lifespan stripped away instantly; if stronger, the deprivation would diminish.
The higher the opponent’s cultivation level and strength, the greater their resistance to lifespan deprivation, and the more significant the reduction.
“The lifespan of those in the Void Break Realm is between eight thousand to ten thousand years, which means, with one strike of my sword, if I can devour lifespan dozens of times in an instant, anyone below the Heavenly Emperor would die with one move,” Ye Feng said solemnly.
“For a One-Turn Quasi-Saint, whose true cultivation level is higher than mine, there will be a certain decay, and a single deprivation would only be five hundred years. Under one strike of the sword, it might not kill a Quasi-Saint, but it could still cause rapid aging,” Ye Feng murmured.
However, if one sword couldn’t kill a Quasi-Saint, then several more strikes would do.
As for those even stronger, like the Second-Turn, Third-Turn, and Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, or even the more formidable Saint Realm Powerhouses, how strongly the Sword of Temporal Slaughter would decay, Ye Feng was unclear.
It’s still the same old saying:
You won’t know until you’ve fought.
Before long, Ye Feng ended his seclusion and stepped out of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.
High in the sky.
The Disciple Points Ranking just happened to be radiating abundant cultivation strength, infusing into the bodies of the thousand disciples who made the list this week.
As they bathed in the pure cultivation strength, their aura began to surge, and many had breakthroughs in their realms.
“Sect Leader, you have finally ended your seclusion.”
Seeing Ye Feng, Gong Qingqiu hurried over and relayed the news about the attempt by the heads of major powers to purchase the Spirit Consolidating Fruit.
Ye Feng naturally agreed to the external sale of the Spirit Consolidating Fruit, saying,
“Plant more spiritual plants for spore parasitism to increase the yield. In the future, by selling Spirit Consolidating Fruit alone, we could bring considerable income to the Sect.”
In cultivation, one needs “wealth, partners, spells, and terrain.” Without wealth, it’s impossible!
The Spirit Consolidating Ancestral Tree is a “money tree,” and it would be a pity not to use it to generate wealth.
“Alright.”
Gong Qingqiu nodded and asked Ye Feng some more questions before leaving.
Watching her walk away, Ye Feng murmured:
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“The Divine Skills deduction is complete, and since I’ve got some free time, it might be good to teach the disciples a bit about spells… Also, how long has Ao Chuan been in the sect without making a breakthrough?”
He frowned slightly.
Swoosh!
Ye Feng entered the Spirit Beast Pavilion but didn’t find Ao Chuan. A sweep of his Divine Sense revealed the guy lying on the Spirit Beasts Platform outside.
At that moment, Ao Chuan was immersed in arduous cultivation.
Ever since he acquired the “Demon Emperor Art”, he had been practicing diligently. He was now at a critical juncture, on the verge of breaking through to become a Demon Emperor.
However, he was unable to break through.
“Has your recent cultivation been going smoothly?” Ye Feng appeared and greeted softly.
“Sect Leader, you’ve arrived,” Ao Chuan jolted, hastily bowing in greeting, “To be honest, I’ve hit a bottleneck…”
“How could that be?” Ye Feng was taken aback.
“My bloodline has reverted to its ancestral state with the help of the Bloodline Purifying Pill and the “Demon Emperor Art”. I should be able to break through to Emperor status, but I keep getting stuck for some reason.”
Ao Chuan shared the problem he was facing.
“Let me take a look.” Ye Feng extended his hand and placed it on Ao Chuan’s head, using the Eye of Insight and the Pavilion’s scouting function to search for Ao Chuan’s flaws.
A moment later.
Ye Feng withdrew his hand. “I’ve found your problem.”
“What is it exactly?” Ao Chuan pressed.
“A curse has been placed inside you! A curse from a powerful Dragon Clan member, seemingly a High-Rank Demon Emperor. With your strength, you would never be able to erase the mark in your entire lifetime.”
Ye Feng explained.
“How could this be?” Ao Chuan became angry. “Which damned old thing placed a seal inside me? If it wasn’t for the Sect Leader, I would have remained oblivious.”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Ye Feng formed a spell with his hands, and a Golden Lotus emerged from his palm, sinking into Ao Chuan’s forehead.
“Roar…”
Immediately after, a deafening dragon’s roar sounded.
A dark red True Dragon phantom appeared behind Ao Chuan, entwined by a phantom Golden Lotus, struggling fiercely.
“Damn it! Who are you to dare break the seal left by this Emperor in that wretch’s body? Do you seek death?”
The dark red True Dragon phantom cursed.
“Do you dare threaten me?” Ye Feng laughed, hands clasped behind his back. “Once I pinpoint your location, I’m going to cross realms to slay you!”
“You are extremely arrogant!” The dark red True Dragon roared.
Ye Feng’s skills in concealing his aura were too good. The dragon couldn’t discern Ye Feng’s depth and mistook him for just an ordinary High Order Void Break practitioner.
“It’s you… Sixteenth Elder!” Ao Chuan fixed his gaze on the dark red True Dragon phantom, his pupils shrinking before he began to curse.
During his time in the Dragon Clan, he was frequently abused by the Sixteenth Elder for the impurity of his bloodline.
He never expected that even after leaving the Dragon Clan, the elder would continue to pursue him, imposing a curse to prevent his breakthrough.
This person… was truly malicious!
Ao Chuan clenched his fists, eyes filled with rage.
“Hah! You wretch, don’t think that by leaving the Dragon Clan you can break through to the Void Break Emperor Realm. Once I open a passage, I’ll come over and crush you all with one palm!”
“Dragon Clan mark, heaven and earth split!”
The Sixteenth Elder of the Dragon Clan’s phantom suddenly exploded, but was still enveloped by the Golden Lotus left by Ye Feng, preventing significant damage.
However, the void was torn apart.
A pair of immense clawed dragon limbs tore at the edges of the tear, ripping open a fissure thousands of feet long, suspended in the sky tens of thousands of feet above the ground.
The next instant.
A mountainous red dragon head emerged, its oppressive might instantly dominating hundreds of miles around, breathing out scorching hot air nearly shattering the void, shocking onlookers.
“Is this… the Dragon Clan?”
Everyone looked up, witnessing the Sixteenth Elder of the Dragon Clan tearing through the realm, trembling with unease.
“So, it’s the Shenzhou Continent ruled by the Human Race. You wretch, you thought you’d be safe running here? One gesture from this Emperor, even from billions of miles away across the galaxy, will claim your life!”
The Sixteenth Elder of the Dragon Clan sneered maliciously.
With a leap, his true form crossed realms, descending upon the skies above Shenzhou Continent, looking down upon Whitefloat City and the Misty Sect below.
In his eyes, there was only ferocity and disdain.
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