Chapter 2328 - 2329: Don't Say the Young Master Bullies You

Whoosh!

At this moment, a figure with a powerful aura, like a meteor descending, landed less than 500 meters away from Yang Fei.

The man wielded a long knife, standing still and unwavering, and his entire aura spread out like overlapping waves.

He seemed intent on smashing all obstacles in his path to pieces.

This man wore a martial arts uniform, his eyes bright like water, exuding the passage of time, though his face appeared very young.

This youthful yet aged feeling was contradictory, yet it seemed harmonious on him.

Yang Fei could immediately see that this man was also in a spirit form.

His body was entirely composed of the power of worship and divine thought, not a real flesh body.

His eyes, sharp as knives, looked at Yang Fei, clearly revealing an exceedingly fierce intent.

"Are you Huaxia? Are you the one who killed Sato?"

Yang Fei still held his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing into the distant void as he spoke calmly.

"That's right, you demons should have gone to hell long ago."

The man's brow raised, a brilliant glint in his eyes.

"If that's the case, then you shall die."

As he spoke, he lifted his long knife diagonally upward.

A heavy sword intent, like a mountain, pressed down toward Yang Fei, covering the sky.

Yang Fei sneered, "You're not worthy of speaking to me like that!"

"Die!"

The man shouted, his figure flickering as he moved dozens of feet across the air, arriving above Yang Fei's head, and struck down with his blade.

His strike was overwhelmingly powerful, resembling a mythical demon god splitting the heavens.

Ripples appeared in the entire void, as if even this space could not withstand such immense power.

Yang Fei snorted, the vertical eye on his forehead opened, and a streak of azure-golden light quickly formed into a sword measuring three feet, three inches, and three-tenths long, slashing towards the man.

God-slaying Sword!

Facing this pure spirit form, the Sky Wolf Demon Blade could inflict some damage, but it was not as potent as the God-slaying Sword.

This time, as Yang Fei made his move, he immediately used this supreme divine skill.

Swish!

The azure-golden light flashed in the air, and the man felt an unstoppable terrifying aura sweeping toward him. Shocked, he raised his knife to block.

The azure-golden God-slaying Sword effortlessly broke through his steel knife, slicing across his throat.

Puff!

With a strange sound, the man's massive head soared into the sky, a pillar of cyan light spewing from his neck.

His head in the air still displayed an expression of anger, shock, and disbelief.

This God-slaying Sword, having refined Brahma Venerable's divine thought, achieved great success in divine skills.

Even Yang Fei had not anticipated that the God-slaying Sword would have such power.

"Heaven, even Ancestral Master Gong Jun..."

At this moment, a girl's exclamation was heard from a distance by Yang Fei.

Turning his head, he saw Yingzi following behind a charming man, covering her mouth with surprise, staring fearfully at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind, as he watched Ancestral Master Gong Jun's head fall, he unleashed a palm thunder.

Ancestral Master Gong Jun let out a miserable scream as his head was struck by the force of thunder, instantly exploding, turning into strands of divine thought floating in the air.

The charming man Miyamoto Ancestor's face was livid.

He couldn't have dreamed that this Huaxia person would be so powerful, that Ancestral Master Gong Jun couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

From Ancestral Master Gong Jun's exploded head, several cyan light points emerged, returning to the headless body, gradually forming a new head.

In a spiritual body, as long as the soul does not die, physical injuries, even a severed head, will not result in death.

Yang Fei couldn't help but marvel in amazement.

No wonder the entire nation of Sang Island had to worship these wretched ghosts, they could actually form such divine skills.

Even Yang Fei's God-slaying Sword could only damage these people's spirit forms without erasing them completely.

Ancestral Master Gong Jun's head gradually formed, with an incredibly shocked expression on his face, faintly tinged with fear.

"Be careful, that brat's sword is indeed strange!"

The charming man Miyamoto Ancestor sneered.

Sato died at the hands of this sword, everyone must be cautious.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

At this moment, five more figures blocked Yang Fei's path.

Each of them with an extraordinarily powerful aura.

Some stood like towering mountains, while others seemed as serene and deep as a clear spring.

Some figures were ethereal, changing like the wind and clouds, swift and unpredictable, while others seemed like iron-staked stumps, rooted to the ground, massive and imposing.

These five figures were all composed of pure spirit forms, clearly strong guardian spirits.

These five, plus Miyamoto and Ancestral Masters Gong Jun.

The deceased Elder Sato was exactly one of the world-renowned Eight Great Guardian Spirits of Sang Island.

Any of these ancestral figures were towering figures in the Sangdao Cultivation World.

Their prestige and authority even surpassed the world's number one, Gui Hai One Blade.

The seven guardian spirits combined, even Gui Hai One Blade would likely retreat.

Thinking of adoptive father Wang Xiaoshi's illustrious feat of slaying 12 War Gods, Yang Fei's blood surged with excitement.

He simply withdrew the God-slaying Sword and brandished the Sky Wolf Blood Blade.

"Don't say I'm bullying you seven old ghosts, since you entered Dao through the blade, young master will use the blade you're most skilled with to kill you."

The Sky Wolf Blood Blade gripped in Yang Fei's palm, devoured Yang Fei's blood in large gulps.

On the blade's edge, appeared a dense web-like pattern resembling human blood vessels.

"What a thrill, encountering super strong beings again, killing them, I crave their blood."

The Sky Wolf Demon Blade laughed hysterically, its roaring sound making Yang Fei's eardrums ache.

Although the God-slaying Sword was powerful, with Yang Fei's current cultivation, he couldn't strike continuously, making it unsuitable for group battles.

Only the Sky Wolf Demon Blade was the most handy weapon for Yang Fei.

The Sky Wolf Demon Blade, after drinking Yang Fei's blood, its blade expanded, stretching over ten feet, its killing intent reaching the skies.

The Seven Great Guardian Spirits regarded Yang Fei cautiously, yet their eyes remained calm and indifferent.

The Seven Great Guardian Spirits, weathered by a lifetime of war on the brink of life and death, had long set aside thoughts of life and death.

Yang Fei's power only made them take him seriously but couldn't instill fear in them.

Yang Fei let out a long cry, the Sky Wolf Demon Blade humming.

"Who's first to die?"

"Go!"

As soon as he spoke, Miyamoto Ancestor shouted, and the seven figures instantly spanned over ten feet, reaching Yang Fei, raising their blades to attack.

The seven blade wielders, having forged into spiritual bodies, attacked Yang Fei simultaneously with momentum like splitting heaven and earth, seven dazzling blade lights, like seven long rainbows, aimed to dismember Yang Fei.

These Seven Great Guardian Spirits, in life, were powerful soldiers, not claiming to be from the martial family, nor emphasizing single combat.

The so-called dignity of the martial family was a joke to them.

They were soldiers, winning victory by any means necessary!

Yang Fei only felt the seven long rainbows, carrying a sky-covering force, piercing toward him.

Instead of being alarmed, he laughed heartily, his chest swelling with heroism.

"Come on then!"