158: You know nothing about power.

The sword was drawn.

A light chime.

It was like the first breeze from before the dawn of time, blowing through Chaos and brushing away the dust.

There was no earth-shattering sword pressure, no sword light tearing through the firmament.

That simple, ancient longsword was held quietly in Ye Chenfeng's hand.

On the sword body, a wisp of gray, chaotic color slowly flowed, swallowing all the light within the restaurant.

Mo Kui's pupils constricted violently.

In that instant, he actually developed an absurd illusion.

He was not facing a person or a sword.

He was facing a patch of dead, silent starry sky that was slowly awakening.

"Playing god!"

This trembling that originated from the depths of his Divine Soul was instantly replaced by boundless rage.

He was a Golden Immortal!

He was an inner sect deacon of the Black Flame Demonic Sect!

He was a Dominator in this Dry Bone City, capable of deciding others' lives and deaths with a single word!

"Little beast, I will extract your Divine Soul and burn it with demonic fire for ten thousand years!"

Mo Kui roared, no longer holding anything back!

He pressed his hands together violently, and the Devilish Qi within his body erupted like a volcano!

"Demonic Descent · Black Flame Burns the World!"

Whoosh—!

Pitch-black flames surged out from his body, instantly transforming into a hideous phantom of a demon god, three zhang tall, with two horns on its head and clad in bone armor!

The demon god spread all six arms, and in each hand, it held a weapon condensed from pure demonic flames!

Saber, spear, sword, halberd!

A scorching wave of heat swept through the entire restaurant!

The demonic cultivators who were still kneeling on the ground let out painful wails. Under this high temperature, their skin actually began to crack and char inch by inch!

This was the might of a Golden Immortal!

A mere opening move of a Divine Ability was enough to incinerate a Heavenly Immortal!

"Die!"

Murderous intent was fully revealed in Mo Kui's eyes, and his Divine Thought moved!

The Black Flame demon god swung all six arms, and the six weapons burning with pitch-black flames, carrying the terrifying momentum of burning mountains and boiling seas, sealed off all of Ye Chenfeng's retreat paths from six different directions, descending upon his head!

The space itself emitted a groan of unbearable strain under this blow!

However.

In the center of those demonic flames capable of incinerating all things, Ye Chenfeng's gaze remained as calm as water.

Within his Chaos Sword Pupils, that arrogant Black Flame demon god was decomposed into countless, most fundamental lines of Law.

"So, this is your Dao."

Ye Chenfeng whispered softly.

"Stealing the fire from the earth's core, mixing it with the thoughts of resentful Souls, and then forcibly catalyzing it with Devilish Qi."

"Impure, chaotic, fragile."

"Like a stitched-up, tattered doll."

He shook his head, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

He raised the sword in his hand.

He did not use the profound Laws like "One Sword Separates the World."

Nor did he use the supreme slaughter he had comprehended from the Sword Emperor's Origin.

He simply swung his sword, plain and unremarkable, toward the six demonic flame weapons descending from the sky.

"One sword."

"Return to Void."

The sword was swung.

Heaven and earth seemed, at this moment, to lose all sound and color.

There remained only that single, gray sword light.

The sword light was neither fast nor sharp.

It was like a gray curtain slowly unfurling.

Or like a silently rotating, chaotic millstone.

It did not resist.

It did not collide.

It simply, gently, wrapped around those six heaven-destroying and earth-shattering demonic flame weapons.

Then.

It swallowed them.

In Mo Kui's eyes, filled with disbelief and horror.

The black flames he was so proud of, the moment they touched the gray sword light, did not explode or annihilate.

Instead, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they were silently sucked in!

That scorching heat, that violence, that destructive power, all were completely decomposed, ground down, and turned into the most primitive void in the face of that gray sword light.

Not even a wisp of smoke remained.

"Impossible... impossible!"

Mo Kui's Divine Soul shook violently, as if struck by lightning!

His connection to his own Divine Ability had been forcibly severed by a more domineering, more unreasonable power!

This was not a confrontation of Laws.

It was a dimensional strike from a higher-level life form against a lower-level one!

"You..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the gray sword light that had swallowed his Divine Ability did not stop.

Like a maggot attached to bone, it crossed space and arrived in an instant, imprinting itself upon the majestic demon god phantom before him.

"Crack."

A light sound.

As if porcelain were shattering.

That demon god phantom, condensed from Mo Kui's life-long Demonic Technique, began to split from the center of its brow, a tiny, gray crack appearing.

Immediately after.

"Crack, crack..."

The cracks, like a spider web, spread rapidly!

Covering the demon god's entire body!

"Bang—!"

The demon god phantom exploded with a roar!

Transforming into countless black specks of light filling the sky!

"Pfft!"

Mo Kui spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string!

He slammed heavily against the restaurant wall, creating a human-shaped indentation in the wall built from the bones of giant beasts!

He slid to the ground, disheveled, his aura withered to the extreme.

His cultivation Realm as an Early Stage Golden Immortal had actually shown signs of collapse from this single blow!

His Dao Heart was shattered.

He raised his head, staring fixedly at Ye Chenfeng with a look as if he were seeing a monster.

In his mind, the brilliance of that sword strike still echoed.

Before that sword, the Demonic Path he was so proud of, and the Demonic Technique he had cultivated for ten thousand years, were like ridiculous, childish scribbles.

Utterly fragile.

"Who... who exactly... are you?"

He used all his remaining strength to squeeze out these words from his throat.

Ye Chenfeng slowly sheathed his sword.

"Clang."

The sound of the sword ringing woke all the dazed demonic cultivators in the restaurant.

They looked at the unscathed Ye Chenfeng.

Then they looked at the Golden Immortal Mo Kui, who was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

A chill originating from the depths of their Souls made their hands and feet cold.

Ye Chenfeng did not answer Mo Kui's question.

He simply walked in front of Mo Kui, looking down at him.

His gaze was calm and indifferent.

"You know nothing about power."

Having said that, he no longer lingered, turned around, and walked toward the entrance.

Leaving behind an entire restaurant in dead silence, and a Golden Immortal whose Dao Heart was shattered and whose eyes had completely dimmed.

Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to walk out of the restaurant entrance, a voice, filled with vulgarity and surprise, completely out of place with the atmosphere, rang out abruptly.

"Oh my, oh my! Senior Brother! Your... your efficiency at causing destruction is just too high!"

A slightly chubby man appeared at the entrance, no one knew when.

He held a golden abacus in his hand, clicking it with a "pitter-patter" sound.

His small eyes shone with greed as he scanned the chaotic restaurant.

"This table, made from the leg bones of a Demon Flame Spider, three hundred Low Grade Immortal Stones."

"This chair, polished from the spine of an Iron-Backed Earth Dragon, one hundred and fifty."

"And this wall, oh my, this is the skull of a thousand-year-old Bone Demon, how much will this cost to pay for!"

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Duojin.

He completely ignored the terrified demonic cultivators and the half-dead Mo Kui on the ground.

He rushed in front of Ye Chenfeng in a stride, pulling on his sleeve, his face filled with heartache.

"Senior Brother! We are here to reason! Not to conduct demolition!"

"Impulse is the devil! Breaking things costs money! This will seriously affect the project profit margin of our trip to the Western Regions!"

Ye Chenfeng's temple throbbed.

He looked at this Third Junior Brother with such a unique style and felt a bit helpless.

"Why are you here?"

"Me?"

Wang Duojin puffed out his chest and took out a gaudily drawn map from his bosom.

"I'm here to conduct preliminary market research and asset valuation for you!"

He pointed to Dry Bone City on the map.

"Look, this place has an excellent geographical location and is a transportation hub to the Abyssal Demon Ridge!"

"Although the local customs are a bit fierce, the consumption potential is huge!"

"Especially this restaurant!"

He slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Look, it just experienced a Golden Immortal-level battle, and not only did it not collapse, it even gained fame!"

"This is simply a heaven-sent hot spot for hype!"

"I've decided!"

He grabbed the restaurant owner, who was already scared silly.

"Boss, I'm taking over this shop of yours!"

"I'll pay... three times the price!"

"No! Five times!"

"From today on, this place will be renamed 'Myriad Dao Divine Sect Western Regions Office', and also, 'Myriad Dao Real Estate Dry Bone City Branch'!"

"We are going to establish our bridgehead for our Western Regions career here!"

The demonic cultivators in the entire restaurant looked at Wang Duojin with eyes like they were looking at a fool.

Was this fat man crazy?

Didn't he see that the deacon of the Black Flame Demonic Sect was lying right there?

He actually wanted to open a shop here?

However, Wang Duojin's next words made everyone's jaws drop to the ground.

He walked over to the dying Mo Kui and squatted down.

He patted Mo Kui's face and said with a smile.

"This... Mr. Mo, right?"

"I see your forehead is dark, your Luck is declining, clearly, your investment failed."

"It's okay, in business, there are wins and losses."

He took out a glittering golden card from his bosom and stuffed it into Mo Kui's hand.

"This is our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild Platinum VIP membership card."

"With this card, you can enjoy a 20% discount at all our affiliated industries."

"Seeing that you are so severely injured, I will personally give you an experience voucher for the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill, personally refined by our Fifth Junior Sister, Gongsun Yan."

"Take it, no need to thank me."

"Just consider it a small token of sincerity for our future cooperation."

After speaking, he stood up and brushed the dust off his hands, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Mo Kui looked blankly at the card and experience voucher in his hand.

His brain had completely stopped functioning.

He felt that this world had gone crazy.