A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

As fresh blood streamed down, the Abyssal Demon’s body twisted and warped, swelling grotesquely. Once it had fully refined the blood essence, its already formidable aura erupted with explosive force.

Boom!

Demonic qi flooded the heavens, and the ground beneath the Abyssal Demon’s feet shattered with a thunderous crack.

The creature’s presence vanished from Ye Feng’s perception, yet he showed no sign of panic. He slowly closed his eyes before that eerie demonic shadow.

The Abyssal Demon seemed to possess its own intelligence. It grew even more wary watching Ye Feng shut his eyes and withdraw his divine consciousness. Even when its razor-sharp claws were less than three chi from his throat, it chose to retreat.

But the moment that thought formed, Ye Feng’s arm erupted with chilling ghost qi, followed by the explosive flare of golden sword light. The arc swept horizontally, laced with bone-piercing ghost qi.

Slash!

Boom!

The sword light streaked past. The extreme strength tore a long, pitch-black line across the sky.

The Abyssal Demon, already lacking a true physical form, felt its world spin with terror. It watched its own body dissipate, and with the last of its strength, it lifted its gaze toward Ye Feng.

Ye Feng’s right arm had turned completely black, twisted with strange, writhing patterns. A sharp gleam flashed through the demon’s crimson eyes—realization, tinged with lingering confusion.

The light faded.

The Abyssal Demon dissolved into dense black mist, and Ye Feng’s Ghost Arm devoured every wisp of it.

Meng Wanshu’s heart trembled as she stepped into the domain. The air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood.

Broken and mangled corpses lay scattered across the Xiao family’s domain. Buildings burned fiercely, thick smoke rising into the sky. Faint screams echoed in the distance, chilling to the bone.

Even Li Changqing, who had weathered countless storms, turned pale at the sight.

Such a massacre... Did someone try to exterminate the entire Xiao clan?! Why? And who are they, to possess such terrifying power? What were they after? And what exactly was that shadow steeped in demonic qi?

One question after another surged through their minds, but there was no time to think.

Meng Wanshu drew her sword, her gaze sharp as a blade as she looked toward the rear mountain of the Xiao residence.

Ye Feng was already nowhere to be seen. The two hurried after him.

Cold light flickered in Ye Feng’s eyes, laced with deep confusion. No matter how much he pondered, he could not fathom how an Abyssal Demon had appeared within the Xiao family grounds.

Abyssal Demons only appeared sporadically in the deepest reaches of the Dungeon Abyss. His Ghost Arm’s power originated from a desperate battle where he absorbed a powerful Abyssal Demon, an encounter that had nearly cost him his life.

These demons fed on human blood essence, and one could even say they craved it obsessively. The higher a cultivator’s realm, the greater the power they gained after devouring that person’s blood essence. The demon he had just slain had only been around mid Divine Transformation Realm, yet after absorbing a single cultivator’s essence, it had broken through directly into the late stage.

Buzz!

Ye Feng’s sea of consciousness trembled as his terrifying divine consciousness surged outward, covering an area of ten thousand zhang. He shot forward, slaying two or three more Abyssal Demons along the way.

The Xiao family disciples who witnessed this were moved to tears. Many collapsed once the demons fell, staring blankly at the distant corpses with hollow eyes.

Ye Feng snapped his head up, staring into the void dozens of li away.

Rumble!

A thunder-like roar echoed through the air. A blood-red spear radiance pierced the void, yet failed to break through the crimson sealing barrier.

Xiao Chen stood there, his face twisted with ferocity. Behind him was a void rift shrouded in demonic qi. It was the domain he had created at the cost of everything, sheltering his closest kin inside.

His crimson spear flashed, moving so swiftly it formed an impenetrable defense.

Just a zhang ahead of him stood a grim demonic shadow, roughly human-sized. The figure appeared clad in a black robe, its face indistinct, as though hidden behind a strange mask. Narrow, eerie crimson eyes stared at Xiao Chen with overwhelming hunger.

Yet Xiao Chen’s aura was dangerously unstable. His entire body was covered in wounds. His gaze was sharp as a blade, brimming with grief, fury, and icy killing intent.

His white robe had long since turned red with blood. Each turn of his body sent droplets spraying from the fluttering hem.

He stepped forward, twisting at the waist. The spear, still extended, followed the motion, its butt end slamming toward the Abyssal Demon. A piercing spear radiance shattered the void.

“Die!”

The Abyssal Demon hadn’t expected that Xiao Chen, already on the verge of exhaustion, could still unleash such a terrifying strike. Relying on instinct, it slammed its palm down onto the spear shaft.

Boom!

Terrifying force erupted. The Brilliant Sunset Flame surged from Xiao Chen’s palm and spread along the spear, blasting a massive hole straight through the demon’s body. The raging flames clung to it, engulfing the creature entirely.

Bloodshot eyes blazing, Xiao Chen roared, “Burning Heavens!”

Boom!

Driven at full power, a pillar of flame tens of zhang thick shot skyward. The inferno engulfed the demon completely, incinerating the surrounding void into nothingness.

Xiao Chen gasped for breath from afar, each lungful tearing at his chest. He was certain this strike would kill the enemy.

But just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Fourth Brother! Watch your back!”

Xiao Chen’s heart lurched. From within the dense demonic qi at the rift behind him, a pitch-black hand thrust out, five fingers closed together like a blade, stabbing toward his back.

Pfft!

Hearing Ye Feng’s warning, a chill shot from Xiao Chen’s back straight to the crown of his head. Every hair on his body stood on end. By pure instinct, he shifted to the left.

“Pfft–! Cough, cough!”

The black hand pierced through his chest. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he retaliated without hesitation, swinging the Divine Blood Spear ferociously. The blow was overwhelming in force. The spear shaft itself bent into an exaggerated arc.

A shrill screech rang out as the sky tore apart like a rotting cloth, collapsing piece by piece.

Boom!

The mountains within a thousand-zhang radius of Xiao Chen shattered completely.

Yet the strike missed.

Xiao Chen lowered his head, staring at the gaping, blood-soaked hole in his chest. A trace of despair flickered in his eyes. He had never imagined that even after giving everything he had, he would still be unable to avenge his clan.

Even after exhausting every means at his disposal, he still hadn’t injured his enemy.