170: Those who don't pay rent will all die.

Inside the valley, there was a deathly silence.

Ye Chenfeng's words were like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, stirring up not ripples, but an icy chill that froze everything.

Those who defy me, die.

These four words carried no Killing Intent, yet they were more chilling than any Killing Intent could ever be.

Ghost Fiend and Moon Consort, kneeling on the ground, trembled like leaves in the wind.

They didn't dare look up, only feeling that indifferent gaze fall upon them, as if even their Divine Souls were about to be frozen.

The demonic cultivators hiding in the shadows found even their breathing had come to a standstill.

They looked at that golden figure who had killed Blood Boundless Abyss with a single punch, then at the green-robed Sword Cultivator who had remained as calm as water from start to finish.

Fear grew wildly in everyone's hearts.

"It seems no one has any objections."

Ye Chenfeng withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent.

He walked up to Ghost Fiend.

"Call out all of your people."

Ghost Fiend's whole body shuddered. Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he immediately let out a sharp whistle.

Throughout the valley, shadows began to stir.

Over ten Disciples of the Seven Fiends Valley walked out with pale faces and, with a thud, all knelt on the ground.

"Senior, please spare our lives!"

Ye Chenfeng then looked at Moon Consort.

Moon Consort understood and nodded toward the shaken female Disciples of the Joyful Union Sect behind her.

They also knelt down, though besides fear, their eyes held a hint of complex emotion.

"Very good."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze swept across the surrounding valley.

"Friends hiding in the shadows, it's time for you to come out as well."

"I'll count to three."

"After three counts, those still hiding will never have to come out again."

His voice remained calm.

Yet it carried an irresistible authority.

"Three."

In the shadows, there was a commotion.

"Two."

Finally, someone could no longer withstand that invisible pressure.

A figure stepped out from behind a massive boulder, threw their weapon to the ground, and knelt.

Where there was a first, there was a second.

Within moments, dozens more demonic cultivators emerged from their hiding spots and chose to submit.

"One."

Ye Chenfeng's final word fell.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a casual swipe toward a shadow on the left side of the valley.

"Squelch!"

An imperceptible grey Sword Qi flashed and vanished.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream erupted from the shadows.

Immediately after, a corpse sliced in half at the waist rolled out.

Blood stained the ground red.

This single sword strike completely shattered everyone's lingering hopes of luck.

The remaining demonic cultivators didn't dare to hesitate any longer, scrambling out and kneeling all over the ground.

The entire valley was silent.

Only the sound of the wind wailed.

Ye Chenfeng looked at the dense crowd kneeling before him, his expression unchanged.

"From now on, I have the final say here."

"The first rule: private fighting is forbidden."

"All grudges can be settled as you wish once we leave this place."

"But here, whoever dares to strike first, dies."

His gaze swept over the crowd.

"Second rule: hand over all your maps, Jade Slips, and any information you deem valuable."

"I want to compile a complete map."

"Third rule..."

Ye Chenfeng paused.

"Hand over all your storage rings."

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out among the kneeling crowd.

Was this... a robbery?

Even Ghost Fiend and Moon Consort looked up abruptly, their faces filled with shock.

"What?"

Ye Chenfeng's gaze turned cold.

"Do you think your lives aren't worth a storage ring?"

Zhao Wuyou stepped forward and slammed the dragon emperor halberd heavily onto the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground cracked.

That domineering and peerless Dragon prestige caused everyone's Divine Souls to tremble violently.

"Or would you rather end up like him?"

Zhao Wuyou pointed toward the deep pit in the distance.

Everyone instantly became as quiet as cicadas in winter.

Which was more important, their lives or their storage rings?

This choice wasn't hard to make.

"I'll hand it over!"

Ghost Fiend was the first to react, unhesitatingly pulling the ring off his finger and respectfully offering it with both hands.

Moon Consort followed suit immediately.

With them leading the way, the others could only reluctantly hand over all their belongings.

"Very good."

Ye Chenfeng looked at the small pile of storage rings before him and nodded.

He didn't look at the items.

Instead, he looked at Gongsun Yan.

"Fifth Junior Sister, please trouble yourself to heal them."

He was referring to the injured female Disciples of the Joyful Union Sect.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Gongsun Yan walked over, a soft green light glowing from her palm as she dispelled the pain and restored the immortal essence of Moon Consort and the others.

Feeling the warm current within her body, Moon Consort looked at the gentle and kind woman before her, then at the domineering and cold green-robed Sword Cultivator.

She suddenly felt that submitting to such a person might not be a bad thing.

Just then.

"Hehe..."

A cold, sinister laugh came from the very back of the crowd.

The laughter seemed to carry a certain magic that penetrated the Divine Soul.

It caused everyone present to feel an inexplicable palpitation.

The crowd turned to look.

They saw a thin, Effeminate Youth wearing a black robe embroidered with nine crows slowly stand up.

He hadn't knelt.

From beginning to end, he had just been sitting there cross-legged, watching coldly from the side.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect, what a grand display of power."

The Effeminate Youth brushed the dust off his robe, a playful sneer on his lips.

"Do you really think that by defeating a fool like Blood Boundless Abyss, you can become the Dominator of the game here?"

"Yin Jiuque of the Ghost Soul Pavilion!"

Someone recognized him and cried out in shock.

He was a top-tier Prodigy on par with Blood Boundless Abyss!

The difference was that Blood Boundless Abyss practiced a domineering Blood Path Demonic Technique.

But this Yin Jiuque practiced the most bizarre and unpredictable Dao of the Divine Soul!

Those who died at his hands had their Physical Bodies left intact, but their Divine Souls had long been devoured!

Yin Jiuque ignored the gasps around him.

His gaze bypassed Zhao Wuyou and landed directly on Ye Chenfeng.

"That Junior Brother of yours indeed has some brute strength."

"But here, brute strength alone won't keep you alive for long."

He extended a pale finger and pointed to his head.

"Here, we rely on this."

"Am I right?"

Zhao Wuyou's golden eyes turned cold, and he was about to step forward.

But Ye Chenfeng raised his hand and stopped him.

"Senior Brother?"

"This one is mine."

Ye Chenfeng said calmly.

He took two steps forward, facing Yin Jiuque directly.

"You mean to say your brain is more useful than his fist?"

"Hehe, a teachable student." Yin Jiuque smiled.

"Why don't we make a bet?"

"I'll stand here and not move."

"If you can harm me even a little bit."

"Everyone from my Ghost Soul Pavilion, along with my life, will belong to you."

"If you can't..."

A cruel glint flashed in Yin Jiuque's eyes.

"This Chaos Sword Body of yours will be mine."

What an arrogant bet!

Everyone thought Yin Jiuque had gone mad.

Standing still and letting someone hit him?

That was a monster who could kill a Profound Immortal with one punch!

However, Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"Fine."

He didn't even look at Zhao Wuyou.

He only slowly gripped the sword hilt behind his back.

"Then, let's give it a try."

The smile on Yin Jiuque's face grew wider.

He opened his arms wide, looking as if he were ready for anything.

"Please."

Zhao Wuyou frowned.

He didn't understand.

But he trusted his Senior Brother.

Ye Chenfeng slowly drew his sword.

"Clang—"

The sound of the sword rang through the valley.

An ancient, vast Sword Intent that seemed to come from the dawn of Chaos soared into the sky!

At this moment, the swords in the hands of all the Sword Cultivators present let out a mournful cry of submission!

The smile on Yin Jiuque's face stiffened slightly.

He felt something was wrong.

But he had absolute confidence in his Divine Soul secret technique.

"Just putting on a show," he sneered in his heart.

Ye Chenfeng raised his sword.

His eyes were completely clear.

He didn't lock onto Yin Jiuque's Physical Body.

Instead, he locked onto an empty space in the Void Realm three feet away from him.

"You've lost."

Ye Chenfeng spoke.

As his words fell.

The sword struck.

There was no earth-shattering sword light.

Only a simple, unadorned thrust that was fast to the extreme.

One Sword: God Slasher.

This sword thrust into empty air.

Under everyone's confused gazes.

That patch of the Void Realm suddenly distorted.

A piercing, inhuman shriek exploded out of thin air!

"Ah—!"

The smile on Yin Jiuque's face completely froze.

He suddenly clutched his head as black blood flowed from his seven orifices!

His body trembled and convulsed violently.

As if he were enduring the most extreme pain in the world.

"How... is it possible..."

His eyes were filled with endless fear and disbelief.

"How could you possibly find where my 'Life Soul' is hidden!"

His secret technique involved hiding a strand of his natal soul fire within a crack in the Void Realm.

As long as the Life Soul was not destroyed, his Physical Body was immortal.

But the opponent had actually struck precisely at the node where his Life Soul was hidden with a single sword!

That sword strike had almost shattered his Divine Soul on the spot!

"Your Dao is too shallow."

Ye Chenfeng sheathed his sword.

"Toying with the Divine Soul in front of me."

"You're not qualified."

"Thud."

Yin Jiuque could no longer hold himself up. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

The aura on his body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His Dao Heart was shattered.

The entire scene fell back into a deathly silence.

If Zhao Wuyou's strength was visible and domineering.

Then Ye Chenfeng's strength was invisible and terrifying.

Defeating an enemy invisibly with a single sword.

This kind of method was even more chilling than blowing someone up with a punch.

Ye Chenfeng didn't give Yin Jiuque another look.

His gaze swept across the area.

"Now, does anyone else have an objection?"

No one dared to speak.

Those demonic cultivators who were previously unwilling didn't even dare to raise their heads now.

"Very good."

Ye Chenfeng walked to the pile of storage rings.

With a sweep of his Divine Thought, he pulled out all the maps and Jade Slips inside.

Countless pieces of information were rapidly integrated within his Sea of Consciousness.

A moment later.

A relatively complete map, pieced together from countless fragments, slowly took shape in his mind.

His gaze fell on the central area of the map.

There was a massive palace shrouded in dense Devilish Qi.

And at a marked point not far from that palace.

He sensed a familiar aura.

That was... the Formation fluctuations of Third Junior Brother Wang Duojin.

A helpless curve appeared at the corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth.

What was this guy doing at the center of the Demon Tablet World?

"Senior Brother, did you find something?" Gongsun Yan walked over and asked softly.

"I found traces of Third Junior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng pointed at the direction on the map.

"It seems he's up to something big."

He put away the map and looked at the demonic cultivators kneeling all over the ground.

"Everyone, hear my command."

"From this moment on, assemble toward the Central Demon Palace."

"On the way, kill anyone who refuses to comply without mercy."

His voice was cold and resolute.

This game started by Old Demon Black Flame.

Now, it was time for him to set the new rules.