Chapter 1530 - 1531: Trump Card
The Night Clansmen under the altar were all dumbfounded.
They never expected that Yang Fei would actually strike a Divine Envoy.
In the minds of many, the Divine Envoy was someone absolutely untouchable because she stood behind the gods.
It's akin to the stone lions in front of the temple, even though they are made of stone, without knowledge or spirit.
Yet no one dares to climb and play on them, as it signifies the danger of defying the Deity.
From afar, Ye Shengge watched the Divine Envoy stagger back, a cold smile crept onto her lips, and her previously uneasy expression calmed.
Perhaps Yang Fei was right; there really were no so-called gods in this world.
The Divine Envoy was both shocked and enraged by Yang Fei's strike.
He hadn't expected Yang Fei to already be a True Martial Master, and the Divine Envoy could sense that Yang Fei's surging Qi-Blood surpassed his own.
Yang Fei looked at the Divine Envoy's embarrassed and panicked demeanor, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, as if smiling, yet not.
"Honorable Divine Envoy, can you still fight?"
This guy looked at the Divine Envoy teasingly while rubbing his fists.
"This is just an appetizer, feel the wrath from a mere mortal."
The Divine Envoy was extremely angry, her enchanting face so gloomy it seemed about to drip water.
"Ignorant fool, with what little skill you have, you dare to desecrate the Deity?"
After speaking, the Divine Envoy drew out a longsword from her back.
Buzz!
The longsword rang with a dragon's chant, an intense killing intent emanating from the blade.
Yang Fei was taken aback to find the longsword unusually peculiar.
The blade was engraved with complex patterns, exuding an extremely ancient aura.
Martial Arts Treasures!
Out of nowhere, this term suddenly popped into Yang Fei's mind.
The Yanjia Scripture records that before death, a martial arts master could infuse his Martial Will and Martial Essence into a weapon, transforming it into runes, thus creating Martial Arts Treasures.
In some aspects, Yang Fei's Three-Star Shine also belonged to Martial Arts Treasures.
The most famous Martial Arts Treasures in history were the Ten Famous Swords.
It is said that in history, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye cast a Divine Sword by plunging themselves into the Sword Furnace,
pouring all their Qi-Blood and Essence Qi along with Martial Will into the sword, forging the world-renowned martial sword, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.
Yang Fei never imagined that he would find the legendary Martial Arts Treasures in this place.
Holding the longsword, the Divine Envoy emitted an irresistible killing aura.
Her beautiful face was full of a fierce smile.
"Do you see this? This is the Sword of Divine Punishment bestowed upon me by the gods. Prepare to die."
Below the altar, the Night Clansmen felt the apocalyptic sense of doom from the killing aura.
Everyone fearfully backed away, exclamations ringing out incessantly.
"The Sword of Divine Punishment, I can't believe I can see it with my own eyes."
"This kid is doomed, but I hope the Divine Envoy won't bring disaster to our Night Clan."
"Alas, young people just don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. What a pity, Ye Shengge."
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Amid everyone's discussions, the Divine Envoy's sinister smile became more apparent.
The longsword buzzed like a peerless ferocious beast awakening.
Blood-red light rose from the sword body, flickering with countless tiny runes; in an instant, its momentum reached its peak.
Ye Shengge endured her inner fear, drew a dagger, gritted her teeth, and stood beside Yang Fei.
"Master, you're right, there never were any gods; they are just oppressors."
"Kill them, only then might we gain freedom and rebirth. I will fight with you."
Ye Shengge's performance took Yang Fei by surprise.
This Night Clan girl had a tenacity and resilience in her life far surpassing her peers, and at this moment, her courageous spirit was admirable.
"And me!"
Not far away, Ye Liuguang in a colorful dress also rushed to Yang Fei's side.
Her pretty face was flush, and her bright dress made her appearance even more radiant.
"Master, even though you don't want to be my first male servant, I am willing to be your slave. If you die, it doesn't make sense for me to live either."
After she spoke, Ye Liuguang drew her dagger and stood in front of Yang Fei.
Yang Fei felt a bit touched in his heart.
In this life-and-death moment, even Luminous Pearl abandoned Ye Shengge, but these two girls stood courageously by his side.
The Divine Envoy wielded the longsword, not rushing to attack.
Every activation of the Martial Arts Treasures required the infusion of massive amounts of True Yuan Energy to unleash their full power.
She waited for the sword's momentum to climb to its peak, to annihilate these three ants daring to challenge the Divine Might in one swoop.
Yang Fei reached out, embracing Ye Liuguang's waist with one hand, while taking Ye Shengge's hand with the other, speaking earnestly.
"Thank you, I can assure you, you will not regret today's choice."
At this moment, the momentum of the Divine Envoy's sword had reached its peak.
The blood-red light, with countless flickering runes, was like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, opening its bloodthirsty maw toward the three.
Witnessing such an astonishing momentum, countless Night Clansmen retreated, fearing the Divine Envoy might accidentally harm them.
Standing at a distance, Luminous Pearl hesitated, a struggle flashed across her face.
The fear of death finally overcame her maternal instincts, and Luminous Pearl joined the others, retreating with a face full of struggle and pain.
On the altar, Yang Fei and the two girls stood alone.
The three seemed like lambs under a tiger's claw, or a lone boat amidst a raging sea, at risk of capsizing any moment.
Yang Fei glanced at Ye Shengge, then at Ye Liuguang, and smiled slightly.
"You didn't let me down; I won't let you down either."
As he spoke, he removed the backpack from his back, calmly and methodically taking out many strange metal parts.
"God, at the brink of death, has this person gone mad? What's he doing?"
"Ah, before death, people often do things that are utterly baffling."
"It's just a pity for Ye Liuguang and Ye Shengge; these two are the most outstanding talents among our younger generation."
"Hmph! Since they began resisting the gods, they ceased being part of our clan. Aren't you afraid your words might bring disaster to our clan?"
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Amidst the crowd's discussions, Yang Fei finished assembling the Barrett Heavy Sniper, pressed a bullet with a click.
Whoosh!
The Divine Envoy let out a long howl, unifying with the sword, the sword momentum sliced through the entire space, like a turbulent sea wave, sweeping toward Yang Fei and the two girls.
Despair appeared on Ye Liuguang and Ye Shengge's faces.
Such an astounding momentum left them no way to fight back, even if they wanted to, they could only close their eyes and wait for death.
Holding the Heavy Sniper, Yang Fei aimed in a kneeling position, patiently waiting for the Divine Envoy to approach.
The crisis awareness of a True Martial Master was too strong, and their speed too fast.
Firing from a distance, she might evade, and that was not what Yang Fei wanted to see.
The Night Clansmen saw Yang Fei suddenly kneel down, immediately causing an uproar.
"I thought this kid had some ultimate move, turns out he's kneeling to beg for mercy."
"What's the use of begging for mercy now!"
"Did he get scared out of his wits? Ah, men really are spineless!"
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