Lin Ye plunged into the enemy formation.
There were at least fifty or sixty defenders stationed in the camp alone.
With the Cold-Iron Sword in hand, he carved through anyone who tried to block him and charged straight toward the main command tent.
He could sense that the enemy experts were gathered inside.
The rest could be handled by Leng Ruo and the others.
A figure shot out of the tent.
In his left hand was a bowl of wine.
In his right hand was a green sword.
Three other Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts followed behind him.
Duan Yan stared at Lin Ye and laughed coldly.
"So Fenglei Xuanzong sends trash like you?"
"Looks like Fenglei Xuanzong truly has no one left, if they send a child to lead."
Lin Ye did not answer.
He stepped off the Wind-Thunder Eagle and dropped down.
The eagle lifted back into the air, hovering at a safe distance—Lin Ye had no intention of letting it get injured.
Flying four hundred li on his own would exhaust even him.
Lin Ye landed less than ten steps from Duan Yan.
The three experts behind Duan Yan stiffened.
Lin Ye was absurdly bold.
But they immediately activated their mystic qi, not daring to underestimate him.
Lin Ye circulated the Nine Revolutions Shura Art.
Bloodfiend mystic qi coated the blade.
He drew on heaven-and-earth qi in a single sword slash and cut toward Duan Yan.
Duan Yan sneered.
"Pure Thunder Mystic Qi!"
Violent azure lightning jumped along his sword.
"Azure Thunder Sword Art—Sixth Layer!"
He intended to crush Lin Ye on the spot.
Clang!
At the instant their blades collided, Duan Yan felt his sword become swallowed by a terrifying force.
His Pure Thunder Mystic Qi was torn apart the moment it touched Lin Ye's power.
Snap!
His sword shattered and flew away.
Duan Yan's expression changed.
"What?!"
He had not even had time to execute his sword art before being broken.
Before he could react, Lin Ye's Cold-Iron Sword was already at his throat—ready to sever his head.
So fast!
Fortunately, Duan Yan was not a helpless fool.
He raised his arm—revealing a hidden shield integrated into his sleeve.
Boom!
He was blasted backward, stumbling back several steps.
The other three experts were shocked.
Their strongest elder had been forced back by one sword?
What kind of monster was this youth?
But it was not over.
Duan Yan's face turned grim.
In that single exchange, he had already felt a brutal force invade his body.
A hidden shock force.
He tried to force it out.
It was useless.
BOOM!
His body exploded.
His upper body shattered into pulp.
His lower body fell straight down to the ground.
Lin Ye didn't even look at him.
He immediately turned and charged the other three.
The three Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts paled as Lin Ye attacked, blocking all three by himself.
Then Lin Ye lightly shook his sword.
Bang—bang—bang!
All three staggered back.
"Not good!"
They now felt the same terror as Duan Yan.
A violent force was tearing into their qi seas.
No matter how they circulated their full power, they could not suppress it.
"We're finished…"
The three exchanged one glance—only despair remained.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three explosions of blood, flesh, and organs.
From first strike to total slaughter—less than one minute.
Leng Ruo and the others had already routed the remaining disciples.
Against Earth-Transformation Realm experts, these disciples had no ability to resist.
When Leng Ruo and the others saw Lin Ye slaughter four Heavenly Phenomenon Realm experts as easily as breathing, their scalps went numb.
So terrifying.
If Lin Ye wanted to kill them, it would be even easier.
Even all of Fenglei Xuanzong together would not be enough to stop him.
Fortunately…
Lin Ye belonged to Fenglei Xuanzong.
Or rather—Fenglei Xuanzong now belonged to Lin Ye.
Lin Ye had reached Heavenly Phenomenon Ninth Stage.
He had absorbed the power of the blood-red star.
He was practically half a step into the Star River Realm.
Killing experts whose strongest was only Heavenly Phenomenon Fifth Stage was naturally effortless.
Shen Jun Appears
A young voice spoke.
"Didn't expect Fenglei Xuanzong to still have someone like you."
Shen Jun stepped out.
Beside him was Ge Chun.
Ge Chun's face was pale with fear as he looked at the mangled remains on the ground.
Even though the bodies were unrecognizable, he knew exactly who they were.
Moments ago, they had been drinking together in this very tent.
Now they were piles of meat no mother could identify.
Ge Chun's courage nearly collapsed, but Shen Jun seemed confident, so he forced himself to stand.
Shen Jun was the Young Sect Master.
Surely, he thought, things could still be controlled.
"What's your name?"
"Fenglei Xuanzong is too small for you. Come to Azure Thunder Sword Sect. I guarantee your achievements will be ten times greater."
Shen Jun spoke with arrogant certainty.
Leng Ruo and the others moved beside Lin Ye.
"Sect Master, this is Azure Thunder Sword Sect's Young Sect Master, Shen Jun."
Sect Master?!
Shen Jun froze.
Wasn't Fenglei Xuanzong's sect master Pei Tianzhuo?
Was this Pei Tianzhuo? Had he reversed aging?
"And him?"
"The Fire Cauldron Sect's Deputy Sect Master, Ge Chun. A third-grade alchemist."
Leng Ruo answered.
"Oh."
Lin Ye raised the Gale-Breaking Crossbow and fired three arrows into Ge Chun without hesitation.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Both legs and the chest were struck.
Ge Chun was nailed to the ground.
The arrows locked key points, preventing him from gathering mystic qi to heal.
He could only lie there in searing agony.
After shooting Ge Chun, Lin Ye took a single step and reached out for Shen Jun.
Shen Jun snorted.
He had expected Lin Ye to strike.
He just didn't expect it to be this ruthless.
"Azure Gang Wild Thunder Force!"
Shen Jun unleashed a palm strike.
His mystic qi surged with faint azure gang-force.
A low thunder roar echoed from his body.
"Luo Sheng Palm."
Lin Ye answered with a single palm.
BOOM!
Shen Jun was blasted away.
Half his body was shattered by Lin Ye's overwhelming force.
Trying to trade blows with Lin Ye?
At Shen Jun's level, Lin Ye didn't even bother using the Eight Desolate Blood-Slaughter Shock.
"Cut off his head. Send it to his father."
Lin Ye ordered.
A peak master shot forward immediately.
His close brother had been gravely wounded in the earlier conflict.
Once you stood on opposing sides, the original cause of the feud no longer mattered.
Lin Ye reloaded his crossbow, walked to Ge Chun, and stared down at him.
Ge Chun had just witnessed Shen Jun's head being chopped off.
His soul nearly collapsed.
Shen Jun was dead.
This was no longer a dispute over a mine.
This was a blood feud—filial vengeance.
"You… you…"
Only now did Ge Chun truly realize that Lin Ye might really be the Fenglei Xuanzong sect master.
And worse—he was an unrestrained madman.
A cold arrowhead pressed against Ge Chun's forehead.
His body trembled.
Death felt so close it became tangible.
Ge Chun had lived through danger before.
But never had death been so direct.
"So choose."
Lin Ye spoke calmly, no emotion visible in his eyes.
"Either refine pills for Fenglei Xuanzong… or die."