Chapter 1269: A Single Sword Strike

Tavern.

Yi Feng bid farewell to Ah Gui, his eyes tinged with a hint of regret.

Since ancient times, farewells have always been tinged with sorrow, and the prospect of reunion remains uncertain.

It was rare to encounter a kindred spirit, someone who shared his temperament and ideals. Yet, after just a few days together, they were now destined to part ways, each heading to different corners of the world. This inevitability filled him with a small but undeniable sadness.

However, upon further reflection, Yi Feng realized that bidding farewell to his friend now might actually be a good thing. It would allow him to focus entirely on dealing with the impending threat from the Divine Palace's powerful figures.

Ah Gui was simply too loyal.

Earlier, he had expressed a desire to help Yi Feng. But what if he had insisted on following him? If something were to happen to Ah Gui, how could Yi Feng ever forgive himself?

With these worries now behind him, Yi Feng summoned Manman, his trusted companion, and resolved to settle in the mining area, waiting for his enemies to come seeking vengeance.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the command, filled with anticipation, left his lips, Manman transformed into a streak of light and darted forward.

When they came to a stop again, Yi Feng, with his slicked-back hair, was left dumbfounded.

Before him lay a scene of utter devastation. The once-familiar mining site was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by an endless expanse of desert. In just a single day, the landscape had been completely transformed.

Yi Feng initially thought that Manman had taken the wrong path and was about to question him when he instinctively glanced down. There, he spotted numerous corpses, including the familiar figure of the old man who used to sell ore, now lying on the ground, barely alive and reaching out for help.

Oh no...

Yi Feng's heart sank as he instantly realized that something catastrophic had occurred.

He quickly dismounted from Manman and rushed toward the old man.

After calling out to the old man a few times, Yi Feng noticed that the man's mouth was filled with blood, and his body was as limp as boneless mud. No matter how hard he tried, the old man could barely utter a few words.

"Before... before..."

Yi Feng panicked and hurriedly pulled out some of his own medicinal pills, shoving several into the old man's mouth while continuously reassuring him.

"Don't speak anymore. Focus on regulating your breathing and healing your wounds. You'll be fine!"

As he looked around, Yi Feng realized that many people had already been buried under the sand, their bodies lifeless. It was clear that a powerful enemy had attacked.

He was too late...

He had arrived too late!

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of regret and remorse surged from the depths of Yi Feng's heart, flooding his mind like a torrential downpour. His entire body began to tremble, and his eyes burned with rage.

Yi Feng had always wanted to complete his mission of seeking death.

But he had never intended to harm anyone!

Now, as he gazed upon the numerous lives lost before his eyes, an overwhelming sense of guilt and remorse poured out uncontrollably. Even if he were to succeed in his quest for death and resurrect these people in the future, the weight of his self-reproach would never be lifted.

Yi Feng solemnly surveyed all the corpses and administered pills to those who still showed faint signs of life.

Yet, he was consumed by an unprecedented fury.

Seeing that the old man's complexion seemed to improve slightly, finally clinging to his last breath, Yi Feng quickly returned to his side and asked with grave seriousness.

"Was it the people from the Fallen Divine Palace who did this?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the old man weakly nodded, though he still couldn't speak.

At that moment, a deep voice suddenly echoed from above, filled with even greater anger than Yi Feng's.

"So, you are their reliance?"

"My son has been reduced to this state, all thanks to you!"

Yi Feng's gaze shot upward.

Only then did he notice several figures standing atop the clouds.

Apart from the disheveled young master and a few old men, there was also a middle-aged man in a long robe and a hunched old man.

Judging by their demeanor, the middle-aged man was undoubtedly the true elder of the Divine Palace.

These dead and injured cultivators were all victims of their actions!

Yi Feng rose to his feet, his eyes cold and piercing.

"Your son bullied and humiliated others first, killing many cultivators. I merely made him do some manual labor. Yet, you've slaughtered so many people. Is this the so-called virtue of the Divine Palace?!"

Liu Changfeng's eyes gleamed with malice as he looked down from above.

"Insignificant ants like you have no right to speak of virtue!"

"My son was born noble, destined for greatness! How can lowly commoners like you even compare?!"

"You dared to reduce him to such a pitiful state. Today, I will make sure you all pay with your lives, and I will tear you, this ignorant ant, to pieces! If I find out later that my son's Dao heart has been damaged, I will scour the entire Lan Star and exterminate your entire bloodline!"

His words dripped with arrogance, and his eyes showed no regard for anyone else.

Like father, like son.

It seemed that in their eyes, no one else in the world mattered except for themselves. To people like them, they could never be wrong; it was always the world that was at fault.

The more Yi Feng listened, the more his anger boiled.

At this moment, he no longer felt like holding back. He no longer believed that these so-called "great figures," who looked down on everyone, could truly pose a significant threat to him.

Taking a slow step forward, Yi Feng drew his Primordial Greatsword. The cold glint of the blade reflected the bloodstained ground, and his voice suddenly turned icy, carrying an undeniable aura of authority.

"When did I ever say I would let you leave?"

As he took a few more steps forward, an indescribable pressure began to emanate from him.

For a moment, he truly seemed like a peerless expert.

The figures in the sky were momentarily stunned, but then they burst into laughter, doubling over as if they had just witnessed an ant trying to challenge them.

"Hahaha..."

"What a fool! The ignorant truly are fearless!"

"Boy, do you even know what ancient power is?"

"Hmph, the elder is half-step into the Ancient Realm. A lowly ant like you could never hope to reach such heights in your lifetime!"

Liu Changfeng's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with pity.

"The world is full of fools who think their meager light can rival the brilliance of the moon."

The mocking laughter continued.

But Yi Feng's footsteps came to a halt.

At this moment, his mind was crystal clear, and the noise of the world faded away. His eyes were fixed solely on the figure of the "great man" standing calmly in the sky.

With a light tap of his toes, Yi Feng gripped his Greatsword tightly and soared into the air!

"Whoosh!"

"Crack!"

In the blink of an eye, a single sword strike tore through the sky!

No one saw how the strike was executed. By the time they realized what had happened, Yi Feng had already passed by the group, standing calmly in the clouds with his sword in hand.

Liu Changfeng, who had been so confident and mocking just moments ago, had been cleaved in two!

All the members of the Divine Palace suddenly froze in mid-air.

At that moment, the entire scene fell into stunned silence, and the world seemed to hold its breath.