Chapter 125 Heading to the Feather God Dynasty!

"Hall Master." Deng Tianlong and Jin Daoming walked behind Ye Haocheng and bowed respectfully, "The entire Soul-Devouring Eagle clan has been wiped out, and their resources have been looted. What... what should we do next?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Haocheng.

Although they had just achieved a great victory and even killed a Martial Venerable, everyone knew the real hard battle was still ahead.

Since Venerable Kuxue was dead, the Feather God Dynasty must already know the news.

The element of surprise was gone.

Next, they would face the desperate counterattack of a massive dynasty.

Ye Haocheng slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

His eyes were calm as water yet deep as an abyss, as if containing the spirit to swallow the heavens and earth.

"Next?"

Ye Haocheng chuckled, his overbearing aura released without reservation, "Since we've already been exposed, is there any need to hide?"

"The old ghost Venerable Kuxue is dead; the Feather God Dynasty is now a toothless tiger. They must be terrified right now, desperately gathering their forces, trying to hole up in that so-called protective grand formation."

"This is exactly what I wanted."

Ye Haocheng pointed to the north, the direction of the capital of the Feather God Dynasty.

"They think they can survive by huddling together? No, huddling together is just convenient for me to wipe them all out in one go! Saves me from looking for them one by one!"

"Pass on my order!"

Swish!

All members of the Asura Hall straightened their backs, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

"Full preparation, set off immediately!"

"Target—the capital of the Feather God Dynasty!"

"We must reach the city walls before their reinforcements fully assemble!"

"In this battle, I want the Feather God Dynasty to be wiped out!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening roars echoed through the clouds, shattering the dark clouds in the sky.

The rising morning sun cast a ray of golden light upon Ye Haocheng's golden mask, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.

He waved his large sleeve and was the first to transform into a stream of light, speeding towards the north.

Behind him, Jin Daoming, Deng Tianlong, Leng Yi, Leng Er, and over a hundred experts from the Asura Hall followed closely, like locusts passing through, carrying monstrous baleful energy.

...

Feather God Dynasty, capital Tianque City.

The midday sun should have been scorching, but as it shone upon this magnificent giant city floating in the clouds, it appeared pale and powerless, permeated with a chilling, murderous intent.

The entire Tianque City was completely enveloped by a huge translucent light shield.

On the shield, billions of golden feather phantoms circulated, each feather emitting a heart-palpitating sharpness. This was the final reliance of the Feather God Dynasty, known as the unbreakable-unless-by-a-Martial-Venerable—Nine Heavens Divine Feather National Protection Formation.

On the city walls, banners fluttered.

Emperor Cao Chen of the Feather God Dynasty, wearing purple-gold battle armor and holding a royal sword, stood at the very front of the city tower with a gloomy face. His gaze was fixed on the southern horizon; that was the direction of Black Wind Cliff, and also the direction from which the Grim Reaper was about to descend.

Behind him stood not only the few remaining elders of the royal family but also the top experts of the various vassal demon clans under the Feather God Dynasty.

The leader of the "Purple Electric Savage Lion clan," with a burly build and purple hair standing up like steel needles; the leader of the "Iron-Backed Savage Bear clan," covered in heavy iron armor with a steady aura like a mountain; and the leader of the "Two-Headed Demon Snake clan" with cold eyes and flicking tongue...

These powerful figures who usually dominated their own territories were all looking grave, with a trace of unease and resentment hidden deep in their eyes.

"Emperor Cao," the leader of the Purple Electric Savage Lion clan spoke in a muffled voice, breaking the deathly silence, "Why did you summon us so urgently with the 'Divine Feather Order,' even threatening to exterminate our clans? What is this for? Has the sky fallen?"

"Indeed," the leader of the Two-Headed Demon Snake clan chimed in sinisterly, "We just received news that Venerable Kuxue's soul lamp... seems to have gone out? Is this true?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a commotion all around.

Emperor Cao Chen turned his head abruptly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd like blades, and he shouted sharply: "Shut up! The Ancestor is just in seclusion cultivating some secret technique; it is normal for the soul lamp to be temporarily extinguished! Whoever dares to shake the morale of the army, I will execute them right now!"

Although he said this, Emperor Cao Chen's trembling fingers betrayed his inner panic.

Just then—

Rumble!!!

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened without warning.

A terrifying pressure that caused the heavens and earth to change color, like an ancient sacred mountain, rolled in from the southern horizon. The clouds shattered instantly, and the strong wind howled, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"It... it's here!"

On the city wall, a sharp-eyed guard pointed at the sky and screamed shrilly.

The gazes of all the experts turned in unison.

In the tumbling dark clouds, over a hundred black shadows fell at high speed like meteorites, finally hovering in the void a thousand zhang outside Tianque City.

The leader was dressed in white as snow, and the golden mask flashed with an eerie cold light in the dim sky; it was Ye Haocheng.

Beside him, Jin Daoming held a folding fan, his eyes arrogant; Deng Tianlong was full of baleful energy, his eyes blood-red; and Daoist Wu De held a compass, peeking at the formation below with shifty eyes.

And behind them...

Were one hundred and ten experts dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, wearing Asura masks!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment these hundred-plus people released their aura simultaneously, the space of the entire Tianque City seemed to freeze.

That was... the aura of over a hundred people at the Martial Saint Realm!!

Among them, a dozen or so auras had already reached the Martial Saint peak, not at all weaker than the clan leaders present!

"This... how is this possible?!"

The leader of the Purple Electric Savage Lion clan gasped, his legs softened, and he almost knelt on the ground. "Over a hundred Martial Saints?!"

"That is the Asura Hall! Look at their masks! They are all assassins from the Asura Hall!" The leader of the Iron-Backed Savage Bear clan roared in horror, "Since when did the Asura Hall have so many Martial Saints? This is simply... simply unreasonable!"

On the city wall, there was dead silence.

A sense of despair spread like a plague among the defenders.

If they had still held onto wishful thinking before, thinking that they might be able to hold out by relying on the grand formation and numerical advantage, then at this moment, facing this terrifying army composed of over a hundred Martial Saints, their psychological defense line instantly collapsed.

Emperor Cao Chen grabbed the city wall bricks tightly, unaware that his nails had broken and were bleeding.

His gaze went past the crowd and nailed onto Ye Haocheng and Deng Tianlong.

"Ye Haocheng... Deng Tianlong..." Emperor Cao Chen gritted his teeth, every word squeezed out from between his teeth, "I didn't expect it, it really is you! I didn't expect you to be able to mobilize the entire Asura Hall!!"

Emperor Cao Chen did not know that Ye Haocheng was the Hall Master of the Asura Hall; in his view, this must be that Ye Haocheng had paid an unimaginable price to hire the entire Asura Hall.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Emperor Cao Chen's eyes.

Since it was a hiring relationship, there was still room for negotiation!

He took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual power, and his voice spread throughout the field like thunder:

"Friends of the Asura Hall! I am Emperor Cao Chen, Lord of the Feather God Dynasty!"

"I know, you are just taking money to solve problems for others! How much benefit did these two stray dogs, Ye Haocheng and Deng Tianlong, give you? I will pay double! No! Triple!!"

Emperor Cao Chen became more excited as he spoke, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "As long as you retreat now, or turn against Ye Haocheng and kill him, you can choose whatever you want from the Feather God Dynasty's treasury! I can also appoint you all as imperial guests, enjoying eternal glory!!"

The voice echoed in the world.

However, the response he got was an awkward silence.

Leng Yi, Leng Er, and the ten group leaders floating in the air didn't even raise their eyelids. The eyes under their masks were full of mockery and indifference, as if watching a clown performing hard.

Ye Haocheng did not stop Emperor Cao Chen's shouting, just listened quietly, a playful arc hooking at the corner of his mouth.

Until Emperor Cao Chen shouted until his throat was hoarse, seeing that the other side had no reaction, he stopped in despair.

"Done shouting?"

Ye Haocheng spoke lightly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Emperor Cao Chen, do you still not understand the situation? Some things cannot be bought with money. For example... your life."

"You..." Emperor Cao Chen's face flushed red, filled with shame and anger.

Ye Haocheng ignored him and turned to look at Wu De beside him.

"Wu De, this turtle shell looks quite hard. How long will it take to break?"

Wu De chuckled, the ancient compass in his hand spinning rapidly, shooting out rays of golden light, constantly scanning the formation shield below.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this formation does have some tricks; it is a variant of the ancient incomplete 'Nine Heavens Divine Feather Formation.' If attacked by force, even if a hundred Martial Saints joined forces, it would probably take a day and a night, and there would be significant backlash."

Speaking of this, Wu De changed the subject, and a flash of shrewdness appeared in his small eyes, "However, as long as it is a formation, there are flaws. Although the person who set up this formation has some attainments, in order to pursue the ultimate defense, he neglected the balance of Yin and Yang."

"Give me ten breaths of time!"

After Wu De finished speaking, he flicked his whisk, and several formation flags shot towards the four directions of the formation like streams of light.

"Heaven and Earth are Infinite, Qiankun borrows the Dharma! Seek the Dragon and locate the acupoints, break the illusion and preserve the truth! Reveal yourself for me!!"

Hum—!

Following Wu De's loud shout, a black light spot the size of a fist suddenly appeared on the originally flawless golden light shield, just below a huge Vermilion Bird statue in the south.

That was the node of the formation, and the only place where spiritual power stagnated!

"That's it! Three zhang three off the ground, where the Vermilion Bird holds the fire!" Wu De roared, "Master Jin, do it!!"

Jin Daoming, who had been ready to go, stepped out, his figure instantly turning into a golden lightning bolt.

The nine-winged mysterious light fan in his hand unfolded suddenly, and the true feathers of nine divine birds on it circulated with brilliant luster, and a terrifying fluctuation belonging to an ultimate venerable weapon erupted instantly.

Jin Daoming did not use any fancy moves; he just poured all his spiritual power into the fan and swung it fiercely at the black spot pointed out by Wu De!

Boom—!!!

A blade of nine-colored gang wind, as if substantial, carrying the power to tear the sky apart, bombarded the black spot with extreme precision.

Crack!

A crisp breaking sound exploded in the hearts of all the experts of the Feather God Dynasty.

Immediately after, with that black spot as the center, countless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, instantly covering the entire huge light shield.

"No!! This is impossible!! This is a formation that can even block a Martial Venerable!!"

The dozen or so royal elders presiding over the formation spat out a mouthful of blood together, their faces full of horror.

Crash—

The next moment, the Nine Heavens Divine Feather National Protection Formation, which had guarded Tianque City for thousands of years, shattered completely into light rain in the sky under the eyes of everyone, just like a huge mirror.

The formation was broken!

Just one move!

"How could this be..." Emperor Cao Chen's face was as pale as paper, his body swaying.

Without the barrier of the formation, the terrifying aura of those hundred-plus Martial Saints rushed into the city like a flood beast.

"Everyone, listen to my orders!"

Ye Haocheng slowly raised his hand, then swung it down fiercely, killing intent boiling in his eyes.

"Except for those who surrender, no one is to be spared! All other royal family members and those who resist to the end, kill without mercy!!"

"Leave that Emperor Cao Chen alive, Deng Tianlong wants to skin him alive himself!"

"Yes!!"

The earth-shaking roar echoed through the clouds.

More than a hundred figures, like a black meteor shower, dived down with the momentum of destroying everything!

"Stop them! Quickly stop them!!"

Emperor Cao Chen screamed in terror, waving the royal sword in his hand, trying to organize a defense.

But the army was defeated like a collapsing mountain.

The moment the formation shattered, the morale of the defenders had already collapsed.

"Roar!!"

Jin Daoming rushed to the front, and he went straight for the strongest Purple Electric Savage Lion clan leader.

"You... don't come over!" Although the leader of the Purple Electric Savage Lion clan was also at the Martial Saint peak, facing Jin Daoming, who held a half-step ultimate venerable weapon and possessed the Golden Winged Peng bloodline, he couldn't muster any will to fight.

However, Jin Daoming didn't give him a chance. He swung his feather fan, and the nine-colored gang wind turned into a cage, trapping the Purple Electric Savage Lion clan leader directly, and then gave him a violent beating.

At the same time, Leng Yi, Leng Er, and the ten group leaders, like ten sharp knives, instantly pierced into the camp of the demon clan coalition.

They cooperated tacitly, their movements were strange, and every attack took a life.

Puff puff puff!

Blood splashed, and severed limbs flew.

Those demon clan experts who were usually high and mighty were now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, ruthlessly harvested by the killers of the Asura Hall.

"Ah!! Help!!"

"I'm not fighting anymore! I surrender! I surrender!!"

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the city wall had already turned into a purgatory on earth.

The Feather God Dynasty side suffered heavy casualties. Of those clan leaders who were forcibly conscripted, except for the Purple Electric Savage Lion who was still struggling, the leader of the Two-Headed Demon Snake had already been slashed into three sections by Leng Yi, and the leader of the Iron-Backed Savage Bear had been jointly smashed by three members of the Asura Hall, destroying his hard back armor and dying on the spot.

Deng Tianlong was like a vengeful Asura, rampaging through the crowd, aiming directly at the severely injured Emperor Cao Chen.

All the Imperial Guards who stood in his way were shattered by his palm.

"Emperor Cao Chen! Where are you running to!!"

Deng Tianlong roared, a phantom of the Golden Winged Peng appeared behind him, his speed increased violently, and he instantly appeared behind Emperor Cao Chen, who was trying to flee to the depths of the palace.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly protect the Emperor!!"

Emperor Cao Chen was so frightened that his soul flew away, pushing his cronies towards Deng Tianlong while scrambling to run towards the forbidden area.

"Get out of my way!"

Deng Tianlong's eyes were weeping blood, and he attacked with hatred, sending those cronies flying, and a large hand grabbed towards Emperor Cao Chen's heart like an iron pincer.

"When you led people to surround and kill my father back then, did you ever think there would be such a day?!!"

Just as Emperor Cao Chen was about to fall into Deng Tianlong's hands.

Just then—

"Hmph! A bunch of trash!"