Chapter 100: The Butcher

Hoo…

The Cold Moon City Lord’s sword strike was like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan. Under the tense gaze of the crowd, it stabbed towards Hu Feng’s chest. That invisible, suffocating aura made everyone feel as if the sword was stabbing at them, and their Soul Fluctuation instantly solidified. Unable to counterattack, unable to dodge, it was as if they were destined to die under this sword!

“Life is the cycle of death; death is the beginning of life. My fate… I decide!”

Just as the terrifying Death Oak was about to stab in, Hu Feng let out a furious shout. He extended his left hand and forcefully grabbed the sharp long sword.

In an instant, his whole body shook. His right hand was dripping with blood, and fine cracks appeared all over his body, as if he were about to shatter into countless tiny particles of dust and vanish. Behind him, the eight Demon God Phantoms, which had burned a vast amount of energy, swayed and suddenly dimmed. Under the blowing of the cold wind, they became fainter and fainter. Their faces became increasingly blurry, and their aura grew weaker, like an oil lamp that could go out at any moment, running dry and extinguishing.

This single sword strike from the Cold Moon City Lord had almost instantly severed all of Hu Feng’s vitality!

“Lost, still lost!”

“A Sword Saint is indeed a Sword Saint; the Cold Moon City Lord is truly powerful!”

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The battle that attracted everyone’s attention had reached its climax. Seeing Hu Feng’s miserable defeat by the sword and his imminent disappearance from this world, the people had different expressions.

The soldiers and civilians in Cold Moon City, who were resisting stubbornly, shouted loudly, their morale greatly boosted. They suddenly launched a fierce counterattack, attempting to drive the numerous Undead and the matters of Sand City out of the castle. The Sand City army, which originally had momentum like a rainbow, was just the opposite. Imagine facing a Sword Saint’s counterattack; one by one, they developed a strong desire to retreat, and their morale plummeted.

Weinberg, who had originally held a sliver of hope, turned pale. Feeling a wave of bitterness in his heart, he called over a messenger and prepared to give the order to retreat immediately.

A true hero can bend and stretch; he can quickly adapt to changes in the situation. Those who refuse to repent and refuse to admit their mistakes in the face of reality are not warriors, but stubborn fools who harm others and themselves. One wrong step leads to another, until one falls into an Abyss from which they can never turn over, never to see the light of day again.

Facing the situation before him, Weinberg quickly prepared for the worst.

Originally, after witnessing Hu Feng’s unfathomable strength, he thought that killing his old enemy, the Cold Moon City Lord Irgos, would be no problem at all. That was why he had launched an all-out surprise attack on Cold Moon City. Relying on the Undead Army Hu Feng had summoned at the end, they had successfully breached the gates of Cold Moon City. Unexpectedly, a huge surprise occurred at this moment. No one expected that the Cold Moon City Lord Irgos had secretly broken through to the Holy Step realm.

If he went all out, Weinberg was confident he could crush Cold Moon City’s fierce counterattack and completely occupy the massive Cold Moon City. However, after losing a large number of troops, both castles would be left with empty defenses. Facing the crazy revenge of a Sword Saint, the gains clearly would not make up for the losses. Even if he agreed, the stubborn Elders in the family would never agree!

“No matter how powerful the Demon, it is destined to die under this Death Oak. Even if you are the reincarnation of an Ancient Demon God, you are doomed!”

Having succeeded with one strike, the Cold Moon City Lord finally revealed a relieved smile on his face, victory was in his hands.

Just as Weinberg was preparing to order the retreat, the City Lord suddenly exerted force, attempting to pull out the Death Oak and behead Hu Feng with one swing, completely cutting off his vitality! Unexpectedly, the wooden sword held by Hu Feng did not move an inch, as if it were clamped tight by a giant hard rock.

Thud…

Hu Feng said nothing, ignoring the injuries on his body and letting his left hand drip with blood. He clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and his fist, with bulging veins, smashed hard into the Cold Moon City Lord’s chest.

One punch!

No fancy moves, no Magic Power fluctuations, only a majestic, unparalleled power.

The Cold Moon City Lord, who had just been confident of victory and was defenseless, was directly sent flying by the punch. A clear, deep fist mark appeared on his chest. On the surface, there were no shocking wounds, and not a trace of blood could be seen, but inside, his meridians were almost all severed, and his internal organs had suffered fatal heavy damage.

King of Strength!

After crushing a large number of soldiers and even burning his own life as a sacrifice, the power within Hu Feng’s body reached an unprecedented level. With one punch, the wind from his fist alone caused the surrounding space to distort and collapse. The terrifying power made everyone change color in fear.

Silence, shock!

Weinberg, who had been feeling low, was dumbfounded, and then immediately shouted loudly with the soldiers beside him. Without waiting for orders, the soldiers, whose morale had just plummeted, seized the opportunity to launch a crazy attack. They completely routed the stubbornly resisting soldiers and civilians in Cold Moon City and fought their way into the heavily guarded City Lord’s Mansion, sweeping all before them.

Hu Feng’s sudden turn from defeat to victory and his unparalleled power made the blood boil in every soldier’s heart.

“Don’t just talk about breaking through from a Great Magician of the ninth step to the Holy Step. Even if you break through to the Demi-god Realm, I will still kill you!”

Looking at the Cold Moon City Lord who had fallen to the ground and was struggling to stand up, Hu Feng gave a cold smile. His massive Dark Wings flapped lightly, and he instantly appeared in front of him. With his left hand, he snatched the Death Oak from his grip, and spread the five fingers of his right hand, pressing them coldly against his head, his expression blank.

“Stop, let him go!”

Just as Hu Feng was preparing to use the Great Devour Technique to finish off the Cold Moon City Lord Irgos on the spot, a nearly three-meter-tall, tower-like giant man suddenly rushed out. “Lord Blackwater, Irgos joined our War Soul Hall a few days ago. Please, Lord, show mercy.”

The fierce, tower-like giant man had an imposing aura and a long presence. His developed pectoral muscles bulged high like little mice. Unlike others, whose arm muscles were lumped together, his bulged in circles, twisted like braided dough. As he spoke, he lightly stretched his muscles, and the braided muscles twitched, emitting a low sonic boom.

“Let him go?”

Hu Feng smiled coldly and suddenly exerted force, swallowing the Origin Power within the Cold Moon City Lord’s body like a whale sucking in seawater, plundering his Soul and memory.

“How bold!”

Seeing the Cold Moon City Lord about to be swallowed by the Demon God Phantom behind Hu Feng, the tower-like giant man was furious. He pushed hard off the ground with his toes and pounced viciously like a cheetah. With a ‘dong’, he clashed hard against Hu Feng’s punch. The braided muscles on his arm suddenly rotated, dissolving the violent Barbaric Divine Power in Hu Feng’s fist. He snatched the Cold Moon City Lord’s body, turned, and left, moving as fast as the wind.

“Butcher Lord, I beg you… please save my clansmen.”

Lying on the tower-like giant man’s shoulder, looking at the City Lord’s Mansion filled with smoke, the dying Cold Moon City Lord had red eyes.

Back in the Underground Arena, after Hu Feng had left easily, he had felt a strong sense of danger and foreseen this day. For this, he did not hesitate to put aside his dignity and join the War Soul Hall, hoping to gain their help and protection. Sure enough, with the War Soul Hall’s full assistance, he quickly broke through the bottleneck.

But he never expected that even after breaking through to the Holy Step and becoming a high-and-might Sword Saint looked up to by all, he was still no match for the Great Demon Head Hu Feng!

He predicted the beginning, but could not change the final outcome!

“It’s too late!”

The tower-like giant man had a blank expression and walked swiftly, quickly disappearing into the distant horizon.

After crossing a majestic mountain and sensing no pursuit from Hu Feng, he finally let out a breath of relief. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. “Impressive. Black Horn has really produced a true Evil Prodigy this time. Last time at Saintess Peak, this guy was just a little fellow following behind Hei Mu. I didn’t expect him to Cultivation to such a level so quickly! Fortunately, this guy hasn’t Cultivation to the Holy Step realm and hasn’t condensed a Heaven and Earth War Soul, otherwise…”

Thinking of the unparalleled power within Hu Feng’s body, the tower-like giant man could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

Hu Feng did not recognize him, the famous Butcher of the War Soul Hall, but he had noticed Hu Feng standing with Hei Mu during the battle at Saintess Peak long ago. Not daring to delay, he rested for a moment and then sped off again, carrying the dying Cold Moon City Lord as he hurriedly disappeared into the vast Wasteland.