Chapter 1783 - 1659: Shadow Tiger
"Indeed, he is truly one of our Dark Forces, but how have we never known this?"
"He actually claims the Holy Master is his servant. My heavens, who is this person? Is what he says true?"
"The Holy Master is his servant; how terrifying must this person be? He might be more powerful than the Pope!"
Everyone was shocked. This man claimed that Ye Qingfeng had slain his servant, and that servant was the Holy Master.
This was their master of the Dark Forces, a man powerful across the entire European Continent, even worldwide, second only to the Pope.
And he was reduced to being the servant of this shadow.
"So what if you’ve killed him? I will come to slay you together." Ye Qingfeng’s face was calm.
"Haha, he cannot imagine, you cannot imagine what kind of existence you are facing. With your limited knowledge, how could you know what kind of invincible entity I am."
A chilling voice sounded, followed by arrogant laughter, full of disdain.
"In my eyes, you’re nothing but an ignorant ant."
Ant? Ye Qingfeng chuckled.
"Are you scorning me?"
The dark sky obscured the figure, yet the fear was palpable as a hoarse, angry voice rang out.
"Just as you said, with your limited knowledge, how could you comprehend my existence." Ye Qingfeng sneered, returning the original words, "In my eyes, you too are nothing but an ant."
A crow can mock a frog in a well, but it shouldn’t assume everyone is a frog, thinking it confronts the entire world.
It will never know that beyond this world lies an even vaster cosmos.
And this shadow is but a sparrow.
"Ignorant boy, die!"
The shadow was enraged, attacking to make Ye Qingfeng understand who the ant truly was.
Overwhelming, bloody power surged forward, as if an endless blood sea was rushing towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Hmph!"
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes darkened, not genuinely underestimating this shadow, otherwise he wouldn’t have hurriedly left earlier.
A person who treats the Holy Master as a servant is certainly a true strongman.
"Kill!"
Ye Qingfeng glared coldly, his eyes gleaming as if he could see the shadow’s position, Thunder Power enveloping him, his fierce Sword Qi charging in one direction.
"Boom!"
Though the shadow was unseen, everyone heard the sound of battle, like the collapse of heaven and earth, as the two exploded into a shocking battle, shaking the very ground.
"Slash!"
Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword wielded a chilling Sword Intent, showing a profound understanding of Sword Dao, his sword domineering, cold, and immensely powerful in its killings.
Adding Thunder Power, Ye Qingfeng’s attack truly reached the Peak, severing the sky ruthlessly, mercilessly attacking with cutting Sword Light that directly shattered the void.
"Such strong Sword Qi!"
The shadow’s heart shook, exclaiming, "How did you find me? This, this is impossible!"
"Heh, is it difficult?"
Ye Qingfeng chuckled softly, striking coldly. With Divine Sense present, this shadow could not hide.
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"Impossible, absolutely impossible, unless you have... Divine Sense!" the shadow suddenly exclaimed in shock.
Divine Sense!
Ye Qingfeng paused, his eyes flashing brightly. Divine Sense, this shadow actually mentioned Divine Sense.
"Impossible, how can this be? Divine Sense is extinct, there are no real Immortal Cultivation Techniques left in the world, impossible to reappear! Even in the Extraordinary Realm, few can know!"
The shadow muttered to itself, as if confronted with an inexplicable situation, crying out in fright.
Ye Qingfeng frowned.
Cultivator, this person actually mentioned Cultivators; he actually knows about them!
"I understand now, you must have obtained Ancient Inheritance from some mysterious place, which is why you’re so powerful. No wonder, I understand everything now!"
The shadow suddenly let out a delighted sound, coldly gazing at Ye Qingfeng in the dark, the chilly wind slicing through.
"I’ve understood, now die, I will inherit your legacy!"
The shadow struck again, abruptly revealing blood-red light in the space, like five descending tigers crafted from fresh blood charging at Ye Qingfeng.
"Roar!"
The shadow tigers roared, possessed of world-shattering strength, sprinting forth, a claw slashing down, leaving Great Wall-like marks in the void, stretching over ten meters.
Striking towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Slash!"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was icy cold, his whole body’s Heaven and Earth Power erupting, revealing awe-inspiring strength, incredibly chilling Sword Intent slashing towards the shadow tiger.
This shadow tiger dissipated under Ye Qingfeng’s full-force strike, turning into wisps of smoke. Four shadow tigers remained, their ferocity outstripping real descending tigers a hundredfold, their large palms infused with bloody energy, raining down on Ye Qingfeng.
This claw could flatten an armored vehicle into pulp.
There was no time!
Ye Qingfeng had no time to gather Heaven and Earth Power again, directly employing Daylight Slash, his Futu Sword disappearing as sound barriers crashed towards these shadow tigers.
The violent sound barriers crushed everything, akin to a cutting machine, shredding the shadow tigers into pulp, as if a bulldozer was sweeping across, annihilating all the shadow tigers!
"Is this all you have?" Ye Qingfeng chuckled.
"Heh heh, then let me show you true terror!"
Suddenly, an imposing aura unfolded, with formless pressure sweeping in, the shadow unleashing astonishing power, bringing forth waves of formless death energy.
Extremely terrifying.
This was no curse, yet akin to one, bearing strong killing intent, a sign of misfortune. Once stained, one’s soul would perish.
Though, with Ye Qingfeng’s Soul Strength, he had no need to worry.
Ye Qingfeng still wished to avoid it, he unleashed a Sword technique, immediately expanding the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, forming a powerful, cold Sword Domain, standing at its center.
This was the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain with twenty-three Sword Qi, Ye Qingfeng’s strongest form, which crushes all. When the death energy entered, it instantly encountered the strongest slaughter.
Ye Qingfeng’s Thunder Power also merged into the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, blending thunder and Sword Light, filling the entire domain, white light flickering, like a mountain of swords and a Thunder Sea, illuminating the sky.
The formless energy also found no hiding place, colliding with Sword Light and thunder, emitting astounding roars, like thunderclaps, echoing throughout the heavens.
Everyone was slightly stirred, feeling this battle was akin to Divine beings clashing, both sides wielding terrifying power, shocking, inconceivable.
"Such a powerful Sword Domain, should I venture within, I might get injured. You truly have strong cards up your sleeve!" the shadow hid far away in the darkness, uttering a whisper of surprise.
"Heh."
Ye Qingfeng’s expression was cold as he charged towards the shadow, thunder roaring, Sword Light flashing, with the protection of the Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain, appearing like an invincible War God.