Chapter 88: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Ancestor!

"Who did this!"

Long Aotian's voice exploded on the Summit like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees slightly.

His gaze swept over everyone present like a blade, his expression terrifyingly gloomy.

"Was it you?"

Seeming to recall something, Long Aotian fixed his gaze on Ye Feng, his voice low and cold, carrying an overbearing momentum.

Ye Feng did not evade, but looked at Long Aotian coldly, his tone calm and firm: "It was me."

Hearing this, raging flames ignited in Long Aotian's eyes instantly; he swung his hand violently, the Qi Strength within his body erupted, and black Qijing swept over like a gale.

"Ye Feng, you are courting death!"

Long Aotian roared, his body charging toward Ye Feng like a cannonball.

However, just as Long Aotian's attack was about to strike Ye Feng, the young woman suddenly flashed in front of Ye Feng to block him.

She gently waved the purple folding fan in her hand, and a purple barrier of Qi wall was instantly generated.

"Bang!"

The black Qijing collided with the purple Qi wall, emitting a muffled sound.

The young woman was shaken back several steps, but a charming smile still hung on her face.

"Casualties are a common occurrence in competitions, Gang Leader Long, why be so impulsive?"

"If I remember correctly, in the last competition, your Green Dragon Gang also killed many people from our Green Snake Society and the Tianhai Chamber of Commerce!"

The young woman said softly, her tone carrying a hint of mockery and coldness.

"The one who died was my child!"

Long Aotian shouted angrily, his face full of sorrow.

The young woman smiled, but her expression slowly turned cold: "So what? Your child's life is a life, but our members' lives are not?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and gave a look to Ye Feng and Xie Junhao, signaling them to spread out.

Ye Feng and Xie Junhao understood immediately and moved quickly, the three of them forming a triangular encirclement, surrounding Long Aotian in the middle.

Long Aotian sneered, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm: "Just by relying on the three of you, you want to deal with me?"

"Truly overestimating your capabilities!"

"Today, I will use the three of your lives to sacrifice to my child's life!"

After he finished speaking, he swung his hand violently, and the black Qijing rushed toward the three like a rainstorm.

Xie Junhao attacked first, the Qi Strength within his body erupted instantly, and he smashed a fist toward Long Aotian's chest.

Long Aotian sneered, waved his hand casually, and a black Qi wall blocked in front of him, easily neutralizing Xie Junhao's attack.

"Only this much ability?"

Long Aotian's tone carried a hint of disdain.

Seeing this, the young woman quickly waved her folding fan, and a purple Qi blade headed straight for Long Aotian.

Long Aotian snorted coldly, pressed his palms together, and a black Qijing collided with the Qi blade, emitting a loud noise.

"If this is all you have, you can go die!"

Long Aotian sneered, and immediately after, he swung his fist violently, the black fist wind rushing toward the young woman and Xie Junhao like a flood and wild beast.

"Careful!"

Ye Feng called out a warning, but it was clearly too late; the fist wind instantly struck the two, and hearing only two muffled groans, the two flew out like kites with broken strings!

"As expected of a Dan Strength Late Stage expert!"

Ye Feng murmured in a low voice, and immediately after, he suddenly attacked, the Qi Strength within his body erupted instantly, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling pink light.

He swung his sword violently, and a huge pink sword Qi headed straight for Long Aotian.

"One sword breaks ten thousand laws!"

Ye Feng shouted in a low voice, and the sword Qi pierced toward Long Aotian's chest like lightning.

Long Aotian's expression changed, he quickly waved his hands, and a black Qi wall blocked in front of him.

However, the power of Ye Feng's sword Qi was astonishing; the Qi wall only held for a few seconds before being shattered by the sword Qi.

"Bang!"

Long Aotian was shaken back several steps by the sword Qi, his chest felt a dull pain, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"As expected of a Spirit Tool, interesting."

Long Aotian looked at Ye Feng coldly, his tone carrying a hint of gravity.

Seeing Long Aotian injured, the three did not give Long Aotian a chance to catch his breath and quickly launched a new round of attacks.

Xie Junhao attacked Long Aotian from the left, his fist wind whistling, his momentum overbearing.

The young woman waved her folding fan from the right, the purple Qijing cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Ye Feng swung his long sword from the front, the pink sword Qi piercing toward Long Aotian's vitals like lightning.

Although Long Aotian was powerful, under the siege of the three, he gradually appeared unable to keep up.

"You... are courting death!"

Long Aotian roared, the Qi Strength within his body erupted instantly, and the black Qijing swept through the surroundings like a gale.

"Careful!"

The young woman shouted in a low voice, quickly waved her folding fan, and a purple Qi wall blocked in front of the three.

"Bang!"

The black Qijing collided with the purple Qi wall, emitting a loud noise.

The young woman was shaken back several steps, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Ye Feng quickly swung his long sword, and the pink sword Qi headed straight for Long Aotian.

Long Aotian sneered and waved his hand casually; the black Qijing collided with the sword Qi, emitting a muffled thud.

Just then, Xie Junhao suddenly rushed up from the side and smashed a fist toward Long Aotian's waist.

Caught off guard, Long Aotian was struck by this punch and staggered back a few steps.

"You're courting death!"

Long Aotian roared and swung his hand violently, sending the black Qijing straight toward Xie Junhao.

Xie Junhao dodged quickly, but was still grazed on the shoulder by the Qijing, and fresh blood instantly stained his clothes red.

"Brother Xie!"

Ye Feng was startled and rushed up quickly, blocking in front of Xie Junhao.

"Today, I will have you all buried with my child!"

Long Aotian snorted coldly, and then, black Qi Strength slowly rose, its might actually causing the surrounding trees to sway slightly.

Immediately after, a four-to-five-meter-tall Qi Strength Demon Statue appeared behind him.

The Demon Statue was pitch black all over with a ferocious face, its hands waving like sharp claws, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"It's actually a Qi Strength Demon Statue!"

Xie Junhao's expression changed, his tone carrying a trace of shock.

The young woman's expression also became grave, and she whispered to Ye Feng and Xie Junhao: "Long Aotian is using his real skills; we must be careful!"

Just then, the long sword in Ye Feng's hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

Four words actually appeared in his mind—"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin"!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"

Ye Feng was startled, and then felt a powerful force surge from the long sword into his body.

The next moment, the long sword flew into the sky on its own, hovering above Ye Feng's head.

Following that, thousands upon thousands of Spirit Swords actually appeared behind the long sword!

Every Spirit Sword radiated a dazzling light, their tips pointing directly at Long Aotian.

"Could this be the legendary Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"

The young woman stared at this scene with wide eyes, her tone filled with disbelief.

Xie Junhao was also stunned, then a look of joy appeared on his face: "Ye Feng, you actually still have this kind of trump card!"

Ye Feng did not respond, but instead focused all his attention on controlling the Spirit Swords in the sky according to the prompts in his mind.

"A Spirit Skill?"

"Interesting!"