Chapter 1449: So What If I Become The Enemy Of The

As Yi Feng's questioning echoed loudly, several young cultivators looked panicked, not daring to raise their heads to meet his gaze. However, at the front of the crowd, a few figures from the Snow Moon Holy Land stepped forward with their hands behind their backs, wearing expressions of smug superiority.

"Why?" they sneered. "You, a traitor, stole our Holy Land's secret treasures, betrayed the nurturing of the entire Southern Li Kingdom, and are utterly ungrateful! You deserve to be killed by everyone!"

"At this point, how dare you still ask why?"

Stolen treasures? Ungrateful?

Listening to their righteous accusations, Yi Feng found it hard to imagine just how thick-skinned they had to be to spout such blatant lies to slander him. It was the Snow Moon Holy Land that had secretly used the talents of various nations as cauldrons to cultivate forbidden demonic techniques. And now, they had the audacity to turn the tables and accuse him?

Such behavior truly befitted a Holy Land!

Yi Feng sneered coldly, too disgusted to bother with the shameless disciples of the Holy Land. His gaze swept across the crowd, and he saw that the cultivators from various sects all wore expressions of righteous indignation, clearly convinced by the Snow Moon Holy Land's claims and viewing him as a thieving traitor.

Under the slander of the prestigious Holy Land, Yi Feng knew it was futile to argue. With just one-sided accusations, they had branded him a traitor and hunted him down. Was this the so-called justice of the world? More like the so-called truth dictated by power!

The so-called righteous sects were nothing more than this.

He no longer cared what others thought. The only thing that chilled his heart was seeing his former junior brothers standing awkwardly in silence. With a heavy voice, he asked again, "Do you all also see me as a thieving traitor?"

"We were once fellow disciples. You should know better than anyone what kind of person I, Yi Feng, am!"

As his question rang out, tens of thousands of cultivators turned their gazes toward those few individuals. Feeling the weight of so many eyes, the juniors felt immense pressure. Though there was a flicker of hesitation in their eyes, it was quickly replaced by determination, and they sternly rebuked him.

"You... you are a traitor! This is the Holy Land's decree—how could it be false?"

"You, a demonic traitor, stop trying to argue with your tongue! Even if our cultivation is lacking, we have tens of thousands of fellow cultivators to aid us. Today, we will definitely bring you to justice! This is our master's order!"

Master...

Hearing those final words, Yi Feng's eyes trembled slightly. In his mind, the image of a kind-faced elder surfaced, and the years of earnest teachings echoed in his ears. Out of gratitude for that kindness, even after Yi Feng had achieved fame, he would often secretly return to the sect to visit, leaving behind precious materials and cultivation techniques.

Yet now, the master who had once been so kind and nurturing in his memories had personally ordered his execution!

Years of master-disciple affection, the bonds of brotherhood formed since childhood—all of it paled in comparison to the Snow Moon Holy Land's one-sided accusations.

The emotions of the mortal world were truly fickle.

At this moment, Yi Feng suddenly saw through many things. He threw his head back and laughed.

"Ha ha ha..."

His laughter was hard to decipher, carrying a sense of desolation. Amplified by his terrifying cultivation, it shook the entire Soul-Severing Cliff and made the surrounding cultivators tense with fear.

As the laughter gradually subsided, Yi Feng untied the wine gourd from his waist, opened it, and held it high above his head. The wine poured down like a waterfall as he drank deeply.

The clear wine flowed into his mouth, and his blood-stained robes stood out starkly.

Witnessing this scene, many exchanged uneasy glances. The extraordinary aura emanating from him, filled with boundless heroism, couldn't help but inspire awe. Even though Yi Feng was at the end of his rope, he stood like a god of slaughter at the edge of the Soul-Severing Cliff, silencing the entire crowd.

Someone couldn't help but murmur, and the words rang out clearly in the silence.

"Sword energy spanning thirty thousand miles, a single blade chilling nineteen provinces..."

The poem that had once been used to praise Yi Feng now echoed in everyone's ears, making many feel as if they were reliving that moment. The White-Robed Sword God truly lived up to his former reputation!

Seeing morale falter, the disciples of the Holy Land burned with anger. They urged the crowd again, their words filled with the authority of the Holy Land.

"Scoundrel! What 'chilling nineteen provinces'? He's on his last legs! With nearly ten thousand of you here, even if each of you spat once, you could drown him! This is a battle you can't lose—why aren't you attacking?"

"Do you want our Holy Land to step in and deal with this traitor for you Southern Li Kingdom? Huh?"

After the Holy Land disciples' intimidating words, the various sects had no choice but to steel themselves and bow in acknowledgment.

"The esteemed envoys are absolutely right. We will attack now!"

"Everyone, let's go! Kill this traitor!"

With shouts ringing out, the dense mass of cultivators finally mustered their courage. One by one, they drew their swords and soared into the clouds. The sky was filled with countless figures, surrounding the entire Soul-Severing Cliff.

Looking at the sea of enemies, Yi Feng put away his wine gourd, gripped his sword tightly, and stepped forward. He no longer had any attachments or concerns—his eyes burned only with fighting spirit.

What nonsense about righteous sects... What hypocritical Holy Lands!

Today, he would make sure these scoundrels paid with their lives. Even if he died, he would take enough of them with him!

Just as he was about to charge into battle, suddenly, a black figure descended from the sky, landing squarely in front of him.

With a single wave of his hand, the black-clad figure sent dozens of the leading cultivators flying. The extraordinary display stunned the entire crowd, and the sea of enemies hesitated.

Seeing the familiar figure, Yi Feng was utterly shocked.

"You..."

He had never imagined that, at a time when everyone had turned against him, this shameless fellow—who had no connection to him whatsoever—would descend from the heavens to lend a hand.

The black-clad youth, however, was completely calm. He raised a hand to stop Yi Feng from speaking, then scanned the crowd of heroes with a cold gaze.

"I was just passing by and heard it was quite lively here, so I came to take a look. Who would've thought the person involved is my debtor?"

"Since that's the case, I suppose I can get involved."

"In my life, I've always believed in clear debts and clear repayments. Repaying what you owe is only right. If you kill my debtor, who will I collect from?"

"If you want to kill him, you'll have to get through me first!"

With a single move, he had silenced the entire crowd, and his words were filled with unparalleled arrogance.

The various sects looked on with fear, and even the Holy Land disciples knew this newcomer was no ordinary figure. Their expressions grew complicated.

Facing Yi Feng alone had already taken an entire night of relentless pursuit, and they still hadn't secured a victory. The manpower and energy expended had far exceeded their expectations. Now, with this unknown expert joining the fray, the situation was becoming increasingly dire.

If Yi Feng managed to escape, the consequences would be endless.

Thinking this, the Holy Land disciples exchanged glances and nodded. Their leader stepped forward and spoke cautiously.

"Esteemed sir, this matter has nothing to do with you. We are only here to eliminate this traitor. If you do not interfere, you may leave unharmed, and our Snow Moon Holy Land will remember this favor."

"The weight of our Holy Land's favor is something you should understand, right?"

"As for the debt you mentioned, though we do not know what this traitor has promised you, we are willing to repay it tenfold. With that, you would have no reason to continue opposing us."

"As the saying goes, 'A wise man knows when to yield.' You are a smart person—you should know what choice to make without us saying more."

The words were smooth and flawless, offering both the promise of the Holy Land's favor and a tenfold repayment to settle the matter. It was the talk of a seasoned manipulator.

Instantly, many sect disciples looked on with envy, wishing they were the black-clad youth.

Feeling the heated gazes around them, the Holy Land disciples wore proud smiles, exuding confidence.

But in the next moment, the black-clad youth sneered.

"Snow Moon Holy Land? What kind of face do you think you have to make me step aside?"

"Besides, my debt is bigger than the heavens! How dare you claim you can repay it tenfold? That's the kind of boast only a fool would believe—good for tricking children, maybe!"

"You're clearly used to spouting nonsense, trying to deceive anyone you meet. But have you even considered who I am? You're like a tadpole trying to tattoo a frog on itself—what a joke!"

His words were a torrent of insults, leaving no room for courtesy.

The unexpected verbal assault left the various sects stunned. They had never expected the newcomer to be so brazen. At the same time, the Holy Land disciples' faces darkened, their bodies trembling with rage.

A debt bigger than the heavens? The Snow Moon Holy Land couldn't repay it?

That was clearly nonsense!

Even a fool could tell that the black-clad youth was determined to protect Yi Feng, completely disregarding the Holy Land's reputation. That was why he dared to insult them so boldly.

Such audacity!

The Holy Land disciples had never been humiliated like this before. They immediately roared in fury.

"Scoundrel! Scoundrel!"

"How dare you insult our Holy Land! You will die without a burial place!"

"All sects, what are you waiting for? Tear these two to pieces!"

In an instant, nearly ten thousand cultivators drew their swords and took to the air.

Seeing that a deadly battle was inevitable, Yi Feng suddenly felt no fear. He only looked at the carefree figure before him, feeling an indescribable mix of gratitude and guilt.

Even as the sky filled with sword-wielding cultivators and the situation grew dire, Yi Feng paid no attention to anyone else. He simply looked at the black-clad figure and sighed.

"Ah... Why are you doing this?"

"Do you know that by doing this, you'll likely make enemies of the entire Southern Li Kingdom's sects? Is it worth it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad youth turned back with a smile, as carefree as ever.

"Worth it? Of course it's worth it!"

"I do as I please. I don't care about sects or Holy Lands—if I don't like them, I'll fight them!"

"If you die here, where will I find such good wine? Even if I have to make enemies of the entire Southern Li Kingdom's sects, so what? Even if I have to make enemies of the whole world, who cares!"

"By the way, do you have any more wine? Let me have a sip! Since I already owe you, a couple more sips can count as interest!"

His words left Yi Feng speechless, but a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Looking at the smiling face, Yi Feng felt a lump in his throat. Though he had countless words of gratitude, he couldn't bring himself to say them. Instead, he took the wine gourd from his waist and tossed it over with a playful tone.

"Here! My interest isn't cheap—think carefully!"

The black-clad youth caught the gourd with ease, laughed heartily, and took a deep drink.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Since I'm broke right now, I'll drink and enjoy myself first! As for the interest, I'll pay it next time!"

"Glug glug glug..."

After a hearty drink, the black-clad youth saw the sea of cultivators descending like a mountain, ready to decide life and death in the next moment.

He tossed the empty gourd aside, drew the sword from his back, and with a flick of his wrist, sent a hundred cultivators flying, their screams echoing in the sky.

This was the first time Yi Feng had seen him in action, and he couldn't help but admire the man's skill.

As a fellow swordsman, Yi Feng felt a faint competitive urge. Despite his severely depleted energy, he flicked his wrist, and a sword aura shot into the sky like a rainbow.

With that single strike, another hundred cultivators fell, their lives extinguished. The clouds themselves were split by the sword's energy.

Seeing this, many cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, reminded of the White-Robed Sword God's reputation. What had begun as a forced attack now turned into a desperate, fear-driven charge. Under the threat of death, they became reckless.

No matter how elegant and refined these so-called righteous sect disciples had once been, they now revealed their true, ugly nature.

But no matter how fierce the battle in the sky became, the black-clad youth remained unfazed. He simply looked at the sword aura piercing the clouds and couldn't help but praise it.

"Impressive swordsmanship!"

"That move of yours has some weight to it. As expected of my debtor!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng was infected by the man's carefree spirit. Despite his severe injuries, he stepped forward to stand side by side with the black-clad youth and smiled back.

"Ha ha. Of course!"

"Today is my stage. These so-called righteous sects are here to hunt me down—how could I let you steal all the glory? If you were the only one showing off, where would my dignity as your debtor be?"

Hearing this, the black-clad youth's smile widened. With a heroic air, he raised his sword and pointed it at the sky.

"Good! Today, we fight side by side. Let's make this a battle to remember!"

With those words, he charged into the sky, sword in hand. Yi Feng followed closely behind, and the two figures soared into the sea of sword-wielding cultivators. Though the sky was filled with enemies, in the face of these two, they were nothing more than paper tigers.

The so-called geniuses were no match for them!

In an instant, sword light flashed like white rainbows, and blood mist erupted like crimson clouds. The rising dawn paled in comparison, and the sounds of terror filled the air.

The Soul-Severing Cliff became a place where ten thousand souls were severed!