Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 2066 - 2097: Ten Thousand Swords Resound in Unison

The words of the goat-bearded cultivator were like a thunderous blow to the heart of the white-haired old man, almost becoming tangible.Because he knew that every word spoken by the goat-bearded cultivator was nearly the truth, every word was what he had in mind.

Only, after witnessing such a majestic force from Ye Feng, he still found it hard to believe.

He couldn't believe that after Ye Feng's true transformation this time, he had evolved to such a degree, a degree at which Ye Feng had become difficult for them to handle.

To eradicate Ye Feng now, they would have to pay a sufficient price, a price that might affect their own lives, even impeding their future cultivation progress.

Nonetheless, at this point, no matter what the cost, in the face of life and death crises, it no longer mattered so much.

"You're right, as it stands, we'll fight with all we've got, either he dies or we both perish here."

The white-haired old man said these words, and his hand slapped against his chest, creating a cavity.

From within the cavity, a flicker of flame revealed a black bead that flew out.

This bead was pitch black, emanating a thick aura of killing intent like a sharp sword.

The goat-bearded cultivator opened his right hand, and the red bead in his palm emitted a bloody aura.

Moreover, a large amount of blood from within his body flowed towards the bead.

As transformations occurred on both of them, their hands flicked simultaneously.

Under this flick, the black and red beads shot forward like stones.

Once airborne, the two beads merged into the sword array in front of them.

With the integration of these beads, Ye Feng inside the sword array immediately sensed countless powerful auras locking onto him.

The swords in front of him, in an instant, seemed to come alive, exuding an earth-shattering killing intent towards him.

The intensity of the killing intent left Ye Feng with no room for carelessness.

In the first moment, Ye Feng recognized that the killing intent had appeared suddenly, and the swords' power had abruptly changed.

As this all unfolded, Ye Feng's mind raced, his movements unfaltering, striking out with an even quicker, more fierce assault.

Though each powerful strike landed, the disturbances caused were much diminished compared to before.

This did not imply reduced strength or attack from Ye Feng but rather that the sword array had transformed, becoming at least twice as strong as before.

These changes led to the diminishing impact Ye Feng could have on the sword array.

Meanwhile, the power emanating from the sword array grew increasingly formidable.

As these transformations occurred, layers of humming sounds echoed, seemingly transcending the heavens from afar.

Every sword, after a momentary pause, trembled in unison, and with this slight tremor, a violent eruption occurred within the domain, exploding with waves and turmoil.

All the swords appeared to gain life, turning their sharp tips towards Ye Feng, launching powerful attacks aimed at him.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

As they struck, countless swords shattered the air, obliterating all obstacles in their path.

The brilliance they emitted swept towards Ye Feng in that instant like a frenzy.

Ye Feng immediately felt as if there were thorns against his back, an icy sensation and a soul-piercing tremor emerged, causing his body to chill instantly.

This cold was indescribable, and his already imperfect soul began to show signs of fracture.

Experiencing all this, realizing his perilous situation and the attacks and injuries he was sustaining.

Ye Feng's recently tumultuous heart finally calmed down.

Once calmed, his gaze became even sharper.

His eagle-like eyes swept around, and every attacking sword was clearly seen by him.

He even remembered the trajectory and movement patterns of each sword.

However, despite this, Ye Feng still could not find a way to break this sword array.

As the sword array rapidly closed in, drawing closer and closer, Ye Feng's rock-solid body started to tremble.

His near-perfect form from the transformation showed its first crack, like a stone splitting, a thread away from linking his whole body.

As the cracks spread, Ye Feng's body was enveloped entirely.

With these fissures spreading out, countless fluctuations arose in the world.

The strength of these waves and the size of the cracks caused Ye Feng's mind and spirit to tremble, instilling in him an impulse as if to die.

It felt as if his soul was sinking into a vortex, the forces within it drawing out an urge to perish.

While these events unfolded, Ye Feng's hands moved together, striking powerfully to the sides.

Each strike released incalculable power, yet as these forces hit the swords, they erupted into earth-shattering roars.

But no matter how loud the explosions were, they seemed to have little effect.

For when the attacks landed, they were swiftly cut apart by the swords' edges, and following this, the surging swords stabbed towards Ye Feng with even greater speed than before.