Chapter 1420: Chapter 1420

Demonic might surges, far beyond what Long Fei can currently match.

The Saint Martial Emperor Longsword in front of Long Fei shattering under the powerful White Bone Handprint burst into two pieces.

Fiery sword Qi, though the sword is broken.

Yet, the Saint Martial Emperor Sword remains unyielding, flashing a golden light and forming a weary phantom in the air, standing tall and wielding the broken sword, helping Long Fei withstand the immense pressure.

Lord Voldemort softly scoffs, "Is this just the extent of the skills left to the descendants of Emperor Yu?"

"Though I am dead, suppressing you is enough!"

The Saint Martial Emperor remains serene, raises his hand and commands, "Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

A sudden frenzy arises in the cave, similar to a swarm of bees passing, buzzing deafeningly in the ears.

A multitude of Emperor Swords flash with rainbow light coming from the cave, ten thousand years of swords, over a hundred Emperors are buried here.

Over a hundred longswords converge, forming a golden imperial dragon aura within the cave.

The sword Qi roars, with a pressure that shakes the heavens, raising a golden dragon that is over a hundred meters tall, crashing fiercely against the White Bone Handprint.

"Why do these spirits linger?"

Lord Voldemort roars wildly, his fingers forming a seal like a Mutton Fat Jade Dharma Laksana Void Seal, transforming into a hazy earth-yellow light that envelopes all directions.

The power of the Dharma Laksana is vast, without murderous intent, the light is instead very peaceful as if a Buddha has descended.

As the Golden Dragon Sword Qi arrives, it crashes violently against this handprint barrier.

A series of muffled sounds, the ground trembles immensely.

Rings of crushed stone and rotten flesh are swept out in all directions by the sword Qi’s pressure, forming a hundred-meter-deep black vortex around the Mutton Fat Jade Handprint.

Long Fei’s eyes tighten as he watches from behind, unexpectedly finding the depth beneath the ground is so profound.

Over a hundred meters thick, spanning several football fields in size.

The number of corpses is simply unimaginable.

No wonder this place is called the Demon Race’s Corpse Tomb.

He uses spiritual power to summon a gourd of Nourishing Yuan Pill, crazily pouring them into his mouth, his body bones thoroughly shattered, now unable to move.

The hundred meters sword Qi of over a hundred Emperor Swords, attacking and defending against the Mutton Fat Jade Handprint, stalemated for a single breath.

The surrounding vortex of corpse piles grows larger and larger, eventually engulfing even Long Fei, swirling with a mass of Demon Race corpses around the Mutton Fat Jade Handprint.

Heads of the Demon Race sway back and forth before his eyes.

His entire body is wrapped within, surrounded by not arms, then broken legs, and bloody swamps formed by intestines, enclosing him without semblance of a human form.

If it were an ordinary person, they might already be scared to death within the pile of demon corpses.

The nauseating stench floods Long Fei’s nose, making it equally unbearable.

He put away the Witch God Flag, and simply sealed himself inside the Flame Emperor Cauldron.

The world suddenly becomes silent, he immersed in the demonic blood of the Flame Emperor Cauldron, closing his eyes and finally passing out.

His flesh shattered, spiritual power exhausted.

Even a person made of iron would not endure the grinding of these countless corpse piles at this moment.

Outside the cave, a group of disciples stares inside with pounding hearts.

Waves of blood surge from the cave, as if an earthquake had broken apart, causing even the cave to begin collapsing.

Dust billows high, the ground shakes like an earthquake.

After a full incense-burning time, the valley slowly quiets down.

A group of disciples from various sects stares wide-eyed in surprise, exclaiming, "What happened?"

"No idea, is Long Fei fighting the Demon Race inside?"

"How could there be such mountain-moving and sea-breaking power, he doesn’t have such ability yet, right?"

"Who knows, the entrance is all blocked, my guess is that kid Long Fei must have died, right?"

"Definitely dead, the Sect Master of Divine Sword Sect said no one can come out alive once inside."

"Just now, Shenxu and the Elders of Dragon-Tiger Mountain went in and came out immediately, Long Fei is too arrogant, thinking himself invincible in the world!"

"Say less, after all, he died fighting the Demon Race."

"He brought it on himself, no one forced him!"

"That Demon Chief killed more than the Demon Race, dead as dead, nothing worth lamenting."

A group speaks coldly, standing outside the collapsed cave hoping to see any opportunity. The rıghtful source is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝

After waiting a day, there was no movement from within.

Someone reveals themselves on scene.

As they appear, radiant red light flashes across the valley, like an Immortal descending.

Someone exclaims, "Isn’t this the old man from the Yi Family?"

"He’s come for revenge for his grandson, right?"

"How suddenly appears here?"

Yi Chunqiu stands coldly, hands behind him, glaring into the cave.

His grandson and Clan Elders of the Yi Family died at Long Fei’s hands, upon getting news, the old man came immediately.

Little did he know, Long Fei had entered this forbidden place.

And, the cave has collapsed.

He uses spiritual power to probe, finding at least ten thousand meters completely blocked, with blood mist shrouding behind, situation unknown.

Fearful of Long Fei escaping in the chaos from here.

Awaited secretly for a day, unexpectedly not seeing any sign of Long Fei’s movement.

"This time, you should be dead, right?"

He shakes his head, disinclined to waste time here.

The Secret Realm on Mount Tai is soon to open, he must rush for the utmost benefit for his family.

The disciples around, hearing his words, shout in certainty, "No need to watch here, Long Fei is definitely dead this time."

"Yi elder said he’s dead, he must be dead then."

"Too arrogant ends up unfortunate, what’s the use of strength, living to the end is true ability."

"Alright, everyone need fear this Demon Chief any longer."

A wave of disciples disperses, others continue watching.

On the mountain top, a woman with a white veil stands, her white dress fluttering with the wind.

Someone comforts, "Chang Xi sister, this kid is surely beyond saving this time. Inside is originally the Demon Race’s Corpse Tomb, those entering are doomed. Let’s not watch and find opportunities in the Mount Tai Secret Realm."

Chang Xi stares at the cave entrance without speaking, turning to leave with this rugged man.

This man is Taida from Barbarian King Star, walking beside Chang Xi like a primitive man accompanying a Fairy, drawing curious whispers from the crowd.

Originally, Chang Xi was excited to meet Long Fei and hoped he helps in searching for Yao Grass.

Unknowingly, the guy entered the Demon Cave, his life and death uncertain, hope of survival vanishingly slim.

After Yi Chunqiu left, Chu Feng’s group rushes over.

Sect Master Jiang Yuyang of Divine Sword Sect personally protects them, fearing Yi Chunqiu’s old rage against them.

Wang Xiaoya cries her eyes out, going to unsheathe the Vermilion Bird Sword and dig through rock.

A sword thrust opens up a gap, but unstable rocks collapse again, blocking the pierce she made.

Chu Feng has the Ground Rat Demon King and its followers dig through rock, opening the cave.

Jiang Yuyang hurriedly stops them, warning that the situation inside is unknown.

If there are demons behind and the cave is opened, unleashing the Demon Race, things will be disastrous.

A group is burning with impatience, unable to act, neither could they sit idly.

Finally, after deliberation, they decide to temporarily wait outside the entrance.