Chapter 180: Chapter 180 The Point of a Thousand Men_1
Ye Fei paid no heed to Zhou Weisheng, knowing well a person of his sort had no shortage of means to control others.
His face bore a smile that was not quite a smile as he looked at Zhou Weisheng and said, "Truly, you think you have it all in the bag?"
"You’re seeking death!" Zhou Weisheng’s face suddenly shifted.
Spiritual Energy surged wildly in his hands; the grey turtle shell barrier was fully activated, its surface coated with a layer of seven-colored mist that gave it an ethereal, dreamlike appearance.
A massive spread of the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma suddenly emanated, visibly filling the entire manor.
Everybody’s faces turned to terror as they quickly knelt on the ground, their heads knocking ceaselessly on the floor as they begged for mercy.
"Palace Master Zhou, this has nothing to do with us!"
"All of this... all of this is Ye Fei’s doing. He deserves to die for his crimes, but we are innocent..."
"Palace Master Zhou, spare my life, I am willing to join Shenyou Palace. I, Marquis, will relinquish fifty... no, eighty percent of my shares!"
The Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma spread, and many who were not protected by Long Xiuming were now clutching their throats, turning a ghastly pale as they knelt on the ground.
Even some martial artists began to show signs of discoloration on their faces.
"Ye Fei, look at the mess you’ve created! If you had stopped when it was going well, how could it have come to this!" In the corner, a man who had previously toasted him, and even worshiped Ye Fei like a real father, was now pressing his voice in indignation.
Suddenly, several others looked over, their eyes full of anger.
"Killing Zhang Shunlong on the Qianyuan Contest stage, insulting Shenyou Palace with your words, your crimes are unforgivable!"
"For a moment of satisfaction, you’ve repeatedly trampled on Zhou Weisheng’s bottom line, leading us all into a calamity beyond redemption, is this what you wanted?"
"Ye Fei, even as a ghost, I will not let you off!"
In an instant, Ye Fei became the scapegoat, the grand villain in everyone’s eyes.
Watching these dying people spitting venom, Ye Fei helplessly shook his head.
Mortals will be mortals.
Clearly, Zhou Weisheng wanted to kill them by carrying such a poison on him—obviously a premeditated plan—yet now they were blaming him?
Ye Fei treated them like nothing and looked up at the turtle shell still spinning midair, muttering to himself, "Let’s end this first."
"If I use the poison fog within this turtle shell to temper my body, my physical upgrade should be complete soon."
Ye Fei looked at the turtle shell with fervor in his eyes.
Suddenly, Ye Fei leapt up, his right hand glowing brightly as he directly grasped the spinning turtle shell in his hand!
Ye Fei was actually handling it with bare hands, was he out of his mind?
Zhou Weisheng was startled but then he sharply exclaimed, "Boy, you’re looking for death!"
With that, his Spiritual Power output increased significantly as he aimed to kill Ye Fei with the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma.
But suddenly, he froze.
In just a moment, he had lost connection with the turtle shell.
Even the barrier surrounding him was vanishing, the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma seeping in and corrupting his body.
But there was the grey turtle shell, still in Ye Fei’s grasp, its rotation halted, only the seven-colored mist kept jetting out, still intimidating.
Suddenly, a burst of light appeared in Ye Fei’s hand. A streak of golden light came from nowhere, engulfing the turtle shell, blocking the seven-colored mist within.
"Nice artifact."
Looking at the turtle shell now full of cracks, Ye Fei grinned.
With a flick of his wrist, he applied two more seals, further stabilizing the golden barrier before tossing the shell into his ring.
Now there was also the widespread Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma—a threat in its own right.
However, it seemed that there was no use for the widespread Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma anymore.
"If so, then let it be destroyed."
A sharp gleam passed through Ye Fei’s eyes; a ring on his pinky sparkled, and a sword with an ancient design and an aura of defiance appeared in Ye Fei’s hand.
The Evil-Slaying Sword!
But now, it should be called "Duan Chen."
He casually swung the sword in a flourish and fiercely brandished the Longsword as a sudden wave of scorching heat swept forth.
"Fiery Yun Decree!"
In an instant, flames burst into existence!
Before the stunned eyes of everyone around, the flames that appeared from thin air engulfed the Seven-Colored Poisonous Miasma, devouring it swiftly.
Now that Ye Fei had stepped into Diyuan, his cultivation was many times stronger than before at Daoxuan Mountain.
While continuously waving Duan Chen in his hands, a towering inferno took the shape of a flaming tornado, howling as it swept towards the seven-colored canopy in the sky.
As the two forces collided, like cotton drenched in petrol meeting a flame, they burst into a crackling blaze.
In just a short time, a large part of the seven-colored canopy was burned away, and the fire tornado burned violently, a hint of golden hue emerging.
Duan Chen in his hands stirred even more vigorously, conjuring another fire tornado from thin air.
Immediately, two golden dragons roared in the night sky, showering the entire manor in a golden hue, like a sunset glow.
"This... this..."
Zhou Weisheng was dumbfounded at this unknown technique, how had he never heard of it?
Then his eyes flashed with resolve, and he suddenly shot towards Ye Fei!
"Damn it, boy, I want you dead!"
Suddenly, a burst of purple light surged and forcefully suppressed him before he reached Ye Fei!
Long Xiuming’s face flickered with gratification as he called to Ye Fei, "Mr. Ye, feel free to take action. I’ll deal with Zhou Weisheng!"
"And me!" Wang Yifeng also roared, flames erupting in his hands, cutting off Zhou Weisheng’s retreat
Just then, without the barrier’s protection, they could feel the terrifying temperature filling the entire estate.
Even though it was the cold season, they felt an urge to sweat.
Currently, two fire tornadoes roared in the sky, resembling twin columns reaching for the heavens, eventually exploding, the dense flames engulfing the space above the manor.
