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    Atop the city wall, streaks of crimson light burst to life—dozens of arrows imbued with corrupt energy.

    The mechanism was simple: evil cultivators infused their spiritual power into the bolts, effectively turning them into dark energy projectiles. While this required extremely durable materials, for a once-prosperous city like Jumo City, supplying such arrows was no issue.

    “Twang!”

    With a series of thunderous sounds, the arrows rained down upon Chen Fei and his group, each bolt tearing trenches into the earth with sheer force.

    Chen Fei looked up calmly, but before he could act, a cold voice rang out behind him.

    “Heaven and Earth, Boundless!”

    As the words fell, yellow talismans materialized midair and stuck to the incoming arrows. A moment later—BOOM—a chain of explosions lit the sky, dispersing the projectiles in mid-flight with surging spiritual energy.

    Watching this, Du Han, the commander on the wall, showed no reaction.

    “Keep firing,” he ordered coldly.

    Another volley launched. But this time, Chen Fei was already within ten zhang of Jumo City.

    Wu Ji Zi repeated his talisman trick, detonating the arrows once more.

    A faint smirk appeared on Du Han’s face.

    “Fools.”

    As he spoke, a red pillar of light suddenly burst into the sky from within the city. The energy from the exploded arrows was immediately drawn into it and condensed into glowing rings of power.

    From these rings, corrosive energy surged outward, sweeping toward Chen Fei and the others—strong enough to eat away even their protective qi shields!

    “Mountain-Guarding Formation!”

    exclaimed Liu Li, the previously smug young cultivator who had looked down on Chen Fei. His expression darkened, though he quickly relaxed.

    “Luckily, the formation’s grade is low—just Human Dao level. But the corrosive energy is unusual.”

    Chen Fei said nothing. He simply launched himself into the air.

    Though he had performed the rite of passage for Lady Ayue, there was still a heavy weight in his heart—a gnawing pressure he couldn’t ignore.

    After leaving Muto, Chen Fei had swept through several regions and witnessed firsthand the brutality wrought by the Matriarch Cult. Compared to Muto, the devastation elsewhere was even worse.

    Dismembered corpses, children and women piled into bloody mounds, skulls heaped like pyramids to harvest essence blood—every horror flickered through Chen Fei’s mind.

    He had always known evil cultivators were cruel—but only now did he truly understand the meaning of inhuman brutality.

    “Open—!”

    Chen Fei gripped the Wufeng Greatsword, channeling all his power into a single roar as he unleashed his fury.

    At this moment, he stood at the peak of the Miao Realm. Though he had yet to step into the Human Dao Realm, his comprehension of the Dao and its application had soared far beyond what it once was.

    “Ignorant brat,”

    Du Han sneered.

    “Charging a city? Laughable!”

    Jumo City wasn’t just any city—it had a Mountain-Guarding Formation, a reactive array that grew stronger the stronger the attack it received. Unless one could release power exceeding the array’s limit, the backlash alone could kill them.

    To Du Han, Chen Fei was just courting death.

    He squinted, eager to see the young core disciple of Tianqing Sacred Land torn to pieces by the array’s counterstrike.

    But what happened next… caught him completely off guard.

    Chen Fei swung his greatsword, and the very sky darkened.

    A deafening rip echoed through the air.

    The ground before him caved in violently, and ghostly winds howled through the chaos.

    “The heavens… changed color?”

    Those standing behind Chen Fei looked on in shock.

    Barbarian Brother laughed uproariously.

    “Hahaha! Good kid—got some fire in you!”

    Everyone glanced at him. They knew the brute’s temper all too well. And if he was impressed, then Tianqing Sacred Land might just be welcoming another Mad King.

    They numbered only a dozen or so, but every one of them was powerful enough to flatten Jumo City.

    Yet Chen Fei hadn’t waited. He acted alone, choosing the most direct—and reckless—method: charging the city head-on.

    At first, even knowing his strength, some of them had silently mocked his approach.

    But after that swing… no one laughed.

    The Mountain-Guarding Formation suddenly morphed, revealing a majestic, stern face. When Chen Fei’s sword energy approached, the massive face opened its mouth and let out a mighty roar.

    Soundwave met swordlight—and the already-collapsed land exploded anew.

    BOOM!

    The very city wall trembled.

    “No! The wall is going to collapse!”

    “Who the hell is this guy?! He’s charging against a defensive formation and actually tearing down the wall?!”

    Panic spread among the defending soldiers.

    Du Han’s expression darkened as he stared at the massive face of the formation spirit.

    That face had been forged from the bloodline of the King of Dongting Nation, the lord of Jumo City. It had been fused with the nation’s fate to elevate the formation to Human Dao level.

    But now, Chen Fei’s sword had crumbled the wall, a result Du Han found difficult to accept.

    Still, the outcome was not yet decided. Would the formation shatter, or would Chen Fei be crushed by its backlash?

    Chen Fei gazed at the majestic face with a calm expression.

    “You may rest now.”

    With that, his sword energy sliced through the formation spirit’s head, then surged directly toward Du Han.

    “Impossible!”

    Du Han roared. His mountain-like body trembled, shaking the armor on his massive frame.

    A spiked mace appeared in his hand—clearly no ordinary weapon.

    He swung it against the oncoming sword light.

    The sword energy was finally dispersed, but the wall beneath Du Han’s feet collapsed, no longer able to bear the strain.

    This triggered a chain reaction.

    Dust billowed. The city walls crashed down in succession.

    Those behind Chen Fei watched, dumbfounded, as dozens of zhang of fortified wall crumbled to rubble.

    “One sword… was that really just one sword?!”

    Chen Fei took a deep breath. That slash had consumed a lot of his strength.

    Fortunately, he had the Void Sky Cauldron. Within moments, his complexion returned to normal.

    That was his true trump card.

    “Looks like I need to study this further,”

    Chen Fei thought to himself as he looked to the sky.

    There, a defiant figure flashed across the clouds, sprinting toward the horizon.

    Just before vanishing, the figure turned back sharply—but only for an instant. Her features remained obscured, disappearing with the wind.

    Chen Fei withdrew his gaze and looked at Du Han. As he took in the man’s mountainous body, a flicker of disgust crossed his eyes.

    “Die.”

    Du Han’s body swayed, his pupils blood-red.

    “You insolent brat! I’ll kill you!”

    Despite his size, Du Han was a true Human Dao Realm cultivator. The moment he attacked, the wind turned foul and sharp with killing intent.

    But Chen Fei’s response was simple—

    Just one sword.

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