Chapter 2324 - 2325: Let You Truly Be Overwhelmed by Evil

Yang Fei didn't kill Yingzi, not out of mercy or because she was pretty, but simply because he forgot.

To Yang Fei, the powerful and mysterious aura within the temple was what he was truly seeking.

As for the others, they were nothing more than ants, whether to crush them underfoot or let them escape, he did not care.

Yang Fei had just broken into the temple when suddenly his vision went dark, and the sky turned gloomy.

Yang Fei knew that this wasn't only because there were no candles lit in the temple.

It was also due to the ominous aura inside the temple, which had become intense enough to block one's sensory perception.

Such strong killing intent!

Yang Fei was secretly surprised; such intense killing intent meant there was a formidable Divine Thought or Primordial Spirit.

Under the gray sky within the temple, an old man sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, dressed in a Martial Arts Uniform, with a serene expression.

This old man was definitely a soldier, and a veteran who had survived numerous battles.

Almost instinctively, Yang Fei came to this assessment.

Though the old man was skeletal, from his upright posture, straight back, and the aura of war and slaughter surrounding him, Yang Fei could tell this old man had experienced real warfare.

Almost simultaneously, Yang Fei realized it.

This old man wasn't human at all, but nearly a Spiritual Body akin to a ghost, just not yet transformed through Heavenly Tribulation into a Solar Deity.

The old man looked at Yang Fei, his gaze calm as water.

Behind the old man, a God Statue was enshrined, representing a young soldier waving a battle knife.

The statue's features resembled the old man's eight or nine parts, as if it was his youthful likeness.

On the altar in front of the statue, Mei Suizi's clothes had been taken off, with her snow-white skin showing blood-red lines, forming an incredibly strange pattern.

The soldier's eyes flashed, emitting a red glow, as if it were about to come to life.

At the sight of the statue, a surge of anger rushed up Yang Fei's head.

In the last century, during the Central Plains war, Sang Country fought a life-and-death battle with Huaxia.

Sang Country invaded Huaxia, with hundreds of thousands of Sang Country troops committing atrocious acts on Huaxia soil.

And this old man clearly was the ghost of one fortunate enough to survive back then.

A century later, such demons were still lingering in the human realm in this manner.

Damn, it's like heaven has no eyes!

The old man saw Yang Fei's eyes red with murderous intent, pursed his lips, and said plainly.

"Young man, you've trespassed into my cultivation place for no reason, what do you intend to do?"

Yang Fei's gaze was filled with sharpness.

"I never thought that, in your Sang Country, such demons like you could still be alive.

If it weren't for meeting me, you might have crossed the Heavenly Tribulation and become a Solar Deity, right?"

The old man snorted, surveying Yang Fei: "Are you Huaxia?"

Yang Fei's lips curled into a vicious smile.

"You're right, today I'm here to settle the blood debt you owe to the millions of Huaxia people."

Yang Fei initially came to save Mei Suizi, following this path all the way here.

He was inherently protective, and Mei Suizi was regarded as part of Dragon Island, not to be offended by outsiders.

However, what Yang Fei didn't expect was to encounter a Sang Country soldier over a hundred years old here.

Moreover, these Sang Country soldiers meant for hell had survived using such an incredible method.

The blood of innocent Huaxia civilians stained these people's hands; dying a thousand or ten thousand times would not be enough to atone.

The old man shook his head, a trace of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I must say, you're very similar to a Huaxia hero from over a century ago, equally brave, but equally foolish."

His iron-stone-like face grew more and more mocking.

"Like you, this kind of Huaxia, I've beheaded countless with just one battle knife, in my Spirit Temple, you're seeking death."

Yang Fei snorted: "Not necessarily, face your death."

The old man's Realm had reached the Spiritual Body stage.

His Spiritual Body mirrored himself, almost nearing the Early Stage of Core Formation.

But in Yang Fei's eyes, such a Realm was nothing more than an ant.

The old man slowly stood up, revealing a long knife from behind.

The knife was full of mottled and jagged edges, brimming with a blood-and-iron presence.

There were chrysanthemum patterns on the blade, chilling as if it were lightning.

As soon as the knife was revealed, the old man's entire essence coalesced into a massive Battle Will.

Even at Yang Fei's level, he couldn't help but give a shout of approval.

With such killing intent and fighting spirit, it would only be a few years before the old man gained the Asura Realm Divine Power.

He could become an Undying and Indestructible Asura with the Body of the Spiritual Body.

Such a Golden Core Cultivator, versed in the art of slaughter, was several times stronger than ordinary Golden Core Cultivators.

The old man brought the blade across his chest, slowly raising it.

Behind the edge, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, reflecting the gleaming long knife, the killing intent soaring to the sky.

"Slash!"

The old man bellowed, the long knife sweeping towards Yang Fei like a bolt of lightning.

In the entire temple, the old man couldn't be seen, only the swirling blade light like a swimming dragon.

The blade light illuminated the darkened temple bright as day.

The hairs on Yang Fei's face stood on end, and Turtle Extreme issued an urgent alarm.

This century-old Old Devil's slash was astonishingly powerful.

Yang Fei marveled; the old man alive must have been a renowned swordsman.

Just with this blade, a cultivator below Golden Core could be slain.

Yang Fei revealed the Sky Wolf Blade, its blood-red light surged to meet the old man's unstoppable long blade.

The Heavenly Wolf Blade Spirit laughed wildly: "Another strong one, delightful, kill for me!"

Yang Fei ignored the Heavenly Wolf Blade Spirit's roar, the blood-red blade light domineered the air, quickly severing the old man's bolt-like blade light into tatters.

The old man retreated in a hurry, gasping for breath.

His body remained as a Spiritual Body, yet after such intense fighting, its form began to scatter, no longer as solid as ironstone.

The old man stared at Yang Fei in shock.

"Who are you? As far as I know, none of the current Huaxia True Cultivators can take on my long blade."

Yang Fei looked at the old man coldly, his eyes full of mockery.

"A dozen years ago, a man named Wang Xiaoshi killed your Sang Country's Eight Great War Gods."

"I never thought that your Primordial Spirits would remain undying, still alive, but now let me send you to hell."

The old man's body shook, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"You... You are related to Wang Xiaoshi?"

Yang Fei grinned, his smile carrying pride and bitterness.

His adoptive father's great prestige still lingered, yet he was imprisoned in Candle Dragon Abyss, enduring years of loneliness.

Yang Fei's eyes fixed on the old man, speaking word by word.

"Listen carefully, I am Wang Xiaoshi's heir Yang Fei."

"You insatiable ghosts of Sang Island, today you'll truly meet your monstrous end!"