Chapter Sixty-One: Peerless (Fourth Update)

As the blade was unleashed, all else instantly faded into insignificance. The eyes of countless onlookers were drawn to that knife, engraved with the Eastern dragon motif. Even the young man standing before Ye Feng stared blankly at the weapon in his hand, wholly forgetting the danger of his surroundings.

Ye Feng ignored the shocked murmurs of the crowd. He held his long blade horizontally, regarding the man before him with cold indifference.

His intentions were clear—he was not only going to kill, but to do so openly and confidently, leaving no room for critics to find fault. Moreover, he would use this act to declare to all: the Ye family had returned.

“Hmph! If you kill the second son of the Qi family, no matter how powerful the Ye family once was, you will never escape a miserable end!” The young man, recovering his composure, looked at Ye Feng with a hint of panic and barked out a threat, his bravado masking inner weakness.

Ye Feng smiled faintly. “Have you ever heard the saying, ‘When you have enough lice, you stop feeling itchy’? I dared to kill even those from the Sacred Land—why should I fear you pampered princelings? Slaying you is nothing to me.”

The crowd burst into commotion once more, this time mostly among the common folk. The upper echelons knew well what had transpired in Skyshade City, but such news was never meant for the masses. Hearing Ye Feng’s bold words, some ignorant civilians broke into smiles. After all, the ones who bullied the weak most often were not true nobles, but these idle sons of lords, whiling away their days in boredom and excess, seeking validation in no other way.

Over time, the common people’s opinion of these idle nobles had sunk to rock bottom. The onlookers whispered among themselves, hardly believing their ears, seeking confirmation from others.

“Everyone, our duel may get a little intense. For your own safety, it’s best to stand back!” Ye Feng smiled kindly as he spoke, offering a considerate warning.

Of course, everything had been carefully planned. His purpose was simple: divide and conquer. With overwhelming force, he would eliminate stubborn enemies—this was the ‘conquer’ part. Then, he would ally with those nobles whose interests aligned with his—the ‘unite’ part.

Clearly, the common people belonged to the ‘unite’ side.

Suddenly, the young man attacked, unleashing the Tiger’s Reincarnation. Shadows of spears shot skyward, their sharp whistling mingling with gasps from the crowd, all aimed at the unsuspecting Ye Feng.

“A sneak attack? That’s child’s play!” Ye Feng scoffed, his figure moving like lightning as he soared into the air. “In my previous life, I was an assassin. If I could be ambushed by the likes of you, what kind of assassin would I be?”

A violent surge of spiritual power erupted. Golden blades, each nearly a yard long, rained down in succession. He wasn’t here to finish his foe with a single stroke, but to kill in a manner almost cruel—an example to others.

Through this, he would announce to all: the Ye family had returned, with force and authority.

Below, the stone floor shattered under the blade’s light, fragments flying and embedding deep into nearby trees.

“Die!” From the cloud of dust, a figure darted out—it was the young man wielding the spear. He had not perished under Ye Feng’s onslaught; or rather, Ye Feng had no intention of ending him so quickly.

The long spear danced like a venomous serpent, striking swiftly at Ye Feng.

Steel clashed, sparks flying. Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes, sensing that in combat, his mind’s intuition surpassed what his eyes could perceive.

He didn’t counterattack, instead relying on the ‘Dragon’s Swim’ to deftly evade, precisely predicting the opponent’s moves and allowing him to attack freely.

In the air, Ye Feng’s feet shifted continuously, always anticipating his enemy’s actions, his blade blocking and parrying, leaving no gaps in his defense.

The Tiger’s Roar…

After a while, realizing his repeated attacks were futile, the young man retreated rapidly. He wielded his spear like a staff, swinging it down with force.

“Fool!” Ye Feng smiled and stepped swiftly with the ‘Dragon’s Swim,’ shifting to another spot in the air. Now, he could perfectly execute the spiritual techniques he had mastered.

Against these youths, who had cultivation but little combat experience, Ye Feng found the fight effortless.

But to kill his opponent too quickly would be a waste. Simply put, this was a performance.

He used his opponent as a whetstone to hone his skills, familiarizing himself with his own techniques. But most importantly, it was a declaration—three birds with one stone.

“My turn!” Ye Feng sheathed his long blade—using the Phoenix King’s sword against such a foe would be an insult. He drew a short dagger, his form flickering like a phantom, leaving afterimages in the air.

A sudden slash—the young man only felt a blur, and a deep wound opened up on his left arm, blood spurting out.

Another slash—before he could react, his back was sliced open.

“Die, damn you!” The young man was enraged. If he hadn’t realized Ye Feng’s intentions by now, he’d be less than a pig.

He unleashed his spiritual power, enveloping himself, and hurled his spear like lightning.

It was a last desperate gamble—every man has his dignity, even a bit player.

But… his method was flawed.

Ye Feng was speechless—he’d never seen such a fool, throwing away his weapon in a fight. He silently decided there was no point in continuing.

“Don’t get cocky, boy! Let me challenge you!” From the crowd, a man in green darted up into the air.

Dragon-Catching Hand…

Ye Feng showed no mercy—let the storm rage on! The Ye family’s return demanded blood.

“Break!” The man in green wielded a folding fan, striking at the incoming Dragon-Catching Hand with a precise motion.

A resounding crash…

To be fair, this man in green possessed some true skill—much smarter and stronger than the bleeding fool in the air.

“That’s enough! Warm-up’s over. You should feel honored—your blood will witness the Ye family’s return!”

Scanning the crowd below, Ye Feng sensed nearly ten others itching to join the fray. He dared not linger, quickly drawing his blade and unleashing a streak of light at the youth who’d thrown his weapon, then, without pause, slashed thrice at the airborne man in green.

His judgment proved true—the fool, despite his Spirit King-level cultivation, lacked combat experience, having only sparred with family servants, who never dared fight him in earnest and always fled at the first sign of danger.

So it was that Ye Feng’s blade split him apart, leaving not even a whole corpse.

“Dragon Slash!”

Regardless of whether the first three strikes hurt the man with the folding fan, Ye Feng followed up with a ferocious vertical slash.

A blade of light, three or four yards long, blazed forth, tearing through the air.

This was a true imitation of the strike from the Immortal Garden, not those earlier blows meant only to intimidate.

He sought momentum—an aura to deter the restless youths in the crowd. Thanks to his skills and techniques, he could easily defeat any Spirit King below the advanced rank, but if a dozen or more attacked at once, he’d have no choice but to flee, rendering all his efforts today pointless.

“What a lunatic!” The man in green cursed inwardly.

He had assumed that, after so long in battle, Ye Feng’s spiritual power would be nearly depleted, and his strength spent.

Yet as soon as he appeared, Ye Feng seemed invigorated, each strike stronger than the last, showing no sign of exhaustion.

Forced to retreat, the man in green could barely block three of Ye Feng’s slashes—his limit. The fourth, with its overwhelming force, lay entirely beyond his ability.

That was the source of his frustration—from the moment he entered to his ignominious retreat, he’d had no real chance to strike back.

Seeing his rapid withdrawal, Ye Feng grinned, sheathed his blade, and stepped swiftly with ‘Dragon’s Swim,’ charging like lightning toward the man in green.

“Time for dinner!” In the air, Elder Xiao’s gentle voice echoed.

Ye Feng halted, watching the youth descend quickly to the ground, shaking his head in quiet regret.

Yet he didn’t dwell on it—after all, he was alone, while others in the crowd were still eager to join the fight. Now that Elder Xiao had spoken, he had to stop.

Seeing the killing god Ye Feng finally cease his assault, the crowd below let out a collective sigh of relief, grateful for their luck.

With his goal achieved, Ye Feng cast a glance at the man in green within the crowd, humming a cheerful tune as he made his way toward the Ye residence.