Chapter 113: The Storm Is Coming (Second Update)

Whoosh...

At the critical moment, an iron sword appeared in midair, striking the long whip.

The instant the iron sword emerged, Ye Feng already knew that this crisis had been narrowly averted.

A dragon’s claw reached out, grabbing Galo by the waist from below. Without turning his head, Ye Feng dashed forward.

Behind him, the young man followed like a shadow, slapping his palm fiercely against Ye Feng’s back. Galo didn’t even glance back and swung his sword in a downward chop. At the same time, Ye Feng commanded the dragon to lash its powerful tail.

The brilliant sword energy from Galo’s strike collided with the young man’s fierce palm power, erupting in a dazzling flash. Before the young man could react, the dragon’s heavy, forceful tail was already upon him.

Boom!

The young man’s figure was sent flying backward like a kite cut loose from its string. Yet Ye Feng dared not pause, for he could clearly feel that the dragon’s tail had not truly injured the youth behind them.

The divine dragon soared through the void, sweeping swiftly toward the depths of the dense forest.

Along the way, Galo reported that over ten members of the Heavenly King Alliance were stationed in another direction, and they could rendezvous with them to ambush the Sacred Land.

However, Ye Feng immediately rejected this suggestion.

The Sacred Land had dispatched only the elite among elites—almost ninety percent of them had reached the Spirit Emperor level, far beyond the might of the Heavenly King Alliance members.

Not long after Ye Feng’s escape, a youth in black robes arrived at the forest where the battle had taken place, moving like a gust of wind.

“The entrance has been located, Holy Son, but it seems to be sealed by some kind of restriction. We have tried many methods, but none have succeeded in penetrating it!”

Hearing this, the young man addressed as the Holy Son furrowed his brow slightly. He gestured toward a young expert behind him, saying, “Take your men and continue the search. We have sealed all the main routes. Hawks are on high alert to scout. We must eliminate him at all costs.”

Meanwhile, after successfully fleeing, Ye Feng immediately set Galo down, assigning him to gather the Heavenly King Alliance members to search for the entrance to the ruins.

Ye Feng himself continued to engage the Sacred Land forces, distracting them and holding their attention.

He knew well that if the Sacred Land’s focus shifted, few of the Heavenly King Alliance members—still immature—would escape.

This was the disparity: the Sacred Land dominated the West, established as the unrivaled hegemon with boundless cultivation resources, enabling its younger generation to grow rapidly.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Relying on his past life experience as an assassin, Ye Feng maneuvered in the dense forest, evading and confronting the Sacred Land pursuers.

During these days, he successfully slew four Spirit Emperor experts—all through surprise attacks.

“Hm, this place might be useful!” One day, Ye Feng arrived beside a swamp.

Seeing the murky swamp ahead, he recalled a film he had watched in his previous life, where the protagonist had used a swamp to ambush those hunting him.

Without further hesitation, Ye Feng deliberately left traces near the swamp, then quickly lay down in the mud, covering his entire body with the grime.

Sure enough, before long, several Sacred Land experts came searching.

“There are traces here. Ye Feng must have stopped here. Search carefully. The hawks should monitor this spot closely. If they detect Ye Feng’s trail, send word immediately!”

The leader’s words finally solved Ye Feng’s mystery: “So there are hawks watching from above! No wonder they always find my trail!”

Quietly hiding in the swamp, Ye Feng held his breath and focused, completely concealing his aura. He was like a hibernating python, nearly motionless.

The others dispersed, leaving only the leader behind to scrutinize the traces Ye Feng had left.

“Hm? Could he have fled through the swamp?” The man muttered to himself, following the trail to the swamp’s edge with a frown.

Whoosh...

Just as he pondered, Ye Feng suddenly sprang up, launching a devastating strike with the force of heaven.

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In this way, utilizing the terrain and his experience, Ye Feng managed to kill Sacred Land personnel almost daily.

By the fourth day, he struck again, killing two more Spirit Emperor experts.

The continuous loss of young elites deeply pained the Sacred Land forces. Anyone who entered this place was a rising star, yet in mere days, they were repeatedly ambushed and killed. Frustrated and furious, they could only curse Ye Feng, who slipped away like a slippery eel.

While Ye Feng was wreaking havoc among the Sacred Land’s elite in the forest, a shocking event unfolded in the Tianwu Empire.

Duke Billis had made his move!

At the invitation of the Tianwu royal family, the Phantom Clan had dispatched over thirty experts to the imperial capital to gather intelligence on the Sacred Land and assassinate some of its spies.

But Duke Billis, who had ruled the capital for decades, had nearly complete control over the Phantom Clan’s every move.

On the day Ye Feng and the others were transported here, Duke Billis’s men launched an attack on the Phantom Clan’s gathering place.

At the same time, three red-robed attendants of the Sacred Land appeared openly in the imperial capital and took residence in Duke Billis’s mansion.

Suddenly, the entire capital was shrouded in tension. Even the common folk could sense the unusual atmosphere hanging in the air.

In a secret chamber within the Tianwu imperial capital, Emperor Tanghen and several elder royals sat on bamboo chairs, frequently glancing toward the door.

These days had been restless for him. Duke Billis’s sudden strike had slain dozens of Phantom Clan experts. Before he could respond, Sacred Land forces arrived...

The two events were so perfectly timed that not a hint of opportunity to act was left.

However, the Sacred Land’s actions were a blatant slap to the royal family’s face. If they did not strike back, many opportunistic nobles would surely turn to embrace the Sacred Land.

Soon, footsteps echoed in the corridor.

“The Fifth Master has already set out. In five days, once he engages that old bastard, we will strike. We’ll ensure Mu Tong and those three old geezers never leave the capital!”

At the door, four middle-aged men entered in single file. Ye Tianya, dressed in white, looked at Emperor Tanghen with a fierce expression.

“Yes. With the five of us against Mu Tong and those three old geezers, we will definitely keep them here!” Behind Ye Tianya, a robust and bold voice spoke. His wild hair fell messily over his shoulders, and anyone seeing him for the first time would think of only one word: scruffy.

Upon hearing this, an elder behind Tanghen rose, pacing with his hands behind his back. After a moment, he spoke softly, “Do you really think only those three came from the Sacred Land? What if others are lurking in secret?”

“Is it possible to ask Zhantian to intervene and help us resist the enemy?” Following the elder’s words, Emperor Tanghen looked at Ye Tianya with hope, tentatively inquiring.