49: Chapter 49: Crushing the Heavy Sword, One Finger to Take Your Dog's Life!

This sword strike was indeed a good teaching material.

If it were half an incense stick ago, facing this heavy blow from a Peak Foundation Establishment expert, the only choice would have been to resist it with his life.

But now, the Dragon Vein Earth Qi surging within his body was desperately seeking an outlet, and it just so happened that Iron Hand Yan was using an earth-attribute heavy sword.

It was like someone giving him a pillow just as he was getting sleepy.

Deep within Ye Feng's pupils, the originally pitch-black vortex instantly expanded.

The world lost its color in his vision, leaving only crisscrossing lines.

Iron Hand Yan was no longer a ferocious burly man, but a palace of spiritual energy that held no secrets at this moment.

The seemingly monolithic heavy-colored sword glow was decomposed into thousands of tiny earth spiritual energy nodes under the analysis of the Chaos Devouring Sword Body.

Three inches below the third rib, the spiritual energy circulation was sluggish.

Hand Shaoyang meridian, insufficient Qi recovery.

This was the weakness of the "Heavy Wave Mountain-Collapsing Slash," or rather, its core frequency.

"Boom—!"

The giant sword crashed down with the force of ten thousand catties.

The tragic scene of flesh and blood flying did not occur.

Ye Feng didn't even raise his hand to block. Instead, he slightly lowered his shoulder and, in an extremely bizarre posture, used the wound on his left shoulder that had just been pierced by a flying knife to take this mountain-splitting blow head-on.

The moment the blade touched his flesh, the ground beneath Ye Feng's feet let out an overburdened wail.

Crack.

The rocky ground within a ten-zhang radius instantly cracked and sank, turning into a three-foot-deep pit.

That was Ye Feng using the earth-attribute Law he had just comprehended to instantly direct ninety-nine percent of the force of this sword strike into the earth.

Iron Hand Yan only felt a violent shock in his palm. The eight-hundred-catty Mysterious Iron Broadsword in his hand felt as if it had struck a towering iron mountain, and the counter-shock force caused the blood in his chest to surge.

How was this possible?

This kid was clearly at the end of his rope. How could he resist a Profound Rank Spiritual Artifact with his Physical Body?

Before he could recover from his shock, the scene before his eyes made his scalp tingle.

Not only was Ye Feng not crushed to death by this sword strike, but he instead took a sudden step forward. His blood-stained mouth swung open, revealing a set of stark white teeth, and he bit down hard on the thick blade in front of him.

Crunch!

The tooth-aching sound of metal shattering was particularly piercing in this deathly silent Rocky Hill.

That life-bound heavy sword, forged from century-old mysterious iron and having accompanied Iron Hand Yan in slaying countless powerful enemies, was actually like a crisp cracker, with a piece bitten out of it by Ye Feng.

"The taste is a bit astringent; the heat isn't enough."

Ye Feng's cheeks bulged and his Adam's apple bobbed as he forcefully swallowed the sharp metal fragment—capable of cutting gold and jade—along with the violent Sword Qi attached to it.

Entering his stomach was like swallowing charcoal.

A burning pain instantly radiated from his stomach, but immediately after, the Chaos Devouring Sword Body operated frantically. The mysterious iron fragment melted instantly under high pressure, turning into a stream of the purest Gold Fiendish Qi that rushed through his four limbs and hundred bones.

His originally dried-up Dantian was like being injected with High Grade fuel.

The Realm barrier within his body that he had never been able to puncture shattered at this moment.

Fourth level of Foundation Establishment!

With just one bite, he saved ten years of bitter cultivation for an ordinary person.

"You... are you human or a ghost?!" Iron Hand Yan was finally terrified. He wanted to pull back the heavy sword, only to find that the blade seemed to be welded to Ye Feng's shoulder, not budging an inch.

"Since I ate your sword, I'll return a move to you."

Golden light exploded in Ye Feng's eyes; it was the "Mountain-Collapsing Sword Intent" he had just devoured and finished analyzing.

He pressed his right index and middle fingers together. There was no fancy light at his fingertips, only a heavy Concept that was exactly the same as Iron Hand Yan's just now, but more condensed and pure.

As this finger pointed out, there was no sonic boom in the air; instead, it was like a heavy object falling into a quagmire.

Iron Hand Yan's proud Protective Aura, upon contact with this finger force of the same source and nature, didn't even stir a ripple, but directly disintegrated as if through resonance.

The fingertip penetrated the High Grade Magical Artifact armor without any hindrance and sank into his left chest.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The terror on Iron Hand Yan's face froze.

He lowered his head, looking incredulously at the bloody hole in his chest that was transparent from front to back.

His heart had already been shaken into powder by that terrifying vibration force in that instant.

"This... this is my Qingyang Sect's..."

"Now it's mine."

Ye Feng indifferently withdrew his finger, bringing out a string of blood droplets.

Like a golden mountain collapsing or a jade pillar toppling.

That Iron Tower-like body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The broken heavy sword fell into the pile of rocks with a clang.

The entire field was deathly silent.

Even the one-eyed Sword Slave who had been sweeping the floor paused his bamboo pole for half a breath. His cloudy single eye narrowed slightly, as if re-evaluating this young man who didn't play by the rules.

Zhao Waner had long forgotten to breathe. She looked at Ye Feng's back as if she were looking at an Ancient Fierce Beast in human skin.

Eating weapons? Breakthrough in the middle of a battle? Was this still the waste Servant who was mocked by the Sect?

Ye Feng ignored the gazes around him.

He bent down and picked up a thumbnail-sized fragment of the heavy sword from the ground.

It still carried Iron Hand Yan's warmth, its edges sharp as a knife.

He slowly turned around and looked out toward the Rocky Hill.

There, dozens of elite Disciples dressed in Qingyang Sect attire were staring at this scene in dumbfounded shock. The originally aggressive shouting and killing sounds stopped abruptly, like a duck being grabbed by the neck.

The Chief... is dead?

Poked to death by a single finger?

Ye Feng gently rubbed the fragment between his fingertips, a cruel arc curling at the corners of his mouth. His gaze bypassed the crowd, looking into the darkness further behind them.

Since you've come, don't leave. I just happen to not be full yet.