Chapter 18

Sanba was a bit afraid, seeing the bloodthirsty gleam in Ye Feng's eyes, he took a step back.

"The Heavenly Spirit Academy is disgraced by disciples like you."

Gradually, Ye Feng felt the violent emotions in his body growing stronger, wanting to tear them apart. He licked his dry lips, desiring to drink blood.

Seeing that Ye Feng was determined to kill them, Sanba's eyes turned fierce. The three of them drew their curved swords, surrounded Ye Feng, and prepared to fight to the death.

With a cold laugh, Ye Feng did not dodge the slashing swords. He grabbed one of their arms with a claw.

"Crack!"

A shower of blood splattered the street. The entire arm was torn off by Ye Feng, turned into minced meat, and thrown away. The nails on his fingers seemed like ten sharp swords, piercing into the man's body, drawing out his essence and blood, which flowed up his arm into Ye Feng's body.

Just a moment ago, the man was full of energy, but now he was nothing but skin and bones, all his essence drained by Ye Feng, flowing into his nine dantians and transforming into pure true qi.

Seeing their companion die so horribly at Ye Feng's hands, the remaining two men trembled, their steps faltering, and their speed slowed. The direction of their sword strikes changed. Ye Feng, with bloodlust in his eyes, his pupils turning red, transformed his fingers into claws and struck out.

"Bang!"

The man on the right, seeing a large hole in his chest, could not believe it. Ye Feng punched through his body, even pulling out his heart and draining all the essence and blood from his body.

"Clang!"

The last man was so frightened that he dropped his sword and turned to run, terrified by Ye Feng's cruel killing methods. Each move left no intact body, either limbs severed or bodies pierced, with all essence and blood drained. This was not a human, but a demon, only a demon could do this.

Fortunately, everyone around was dead, and no one saw Ye Feng's cruel killing methods. Even if there were survivors, they had long closed their doors and hidden at home.

Only the young girl lying on the ground had fainted.

Seeing the last man trying to escape, Ye Feng would not let him go. He used the Shadow Step, transforming into a streak of light, and appeared behind the last man, his fingers piercing into his back.

"Crack!"

With a powerful tear, the last man was torn apart, his body dismembered by Ye Feng. Only scattered pieces of flesh remained, no part of his body intact.

After killing the three men, Ye Feng's eyes gradually returned to normal. During the killings, Ye Feng was fully conscious but could not control himself, only wanting to tear them apart, devour them alive, and drain their essence and blood.

The street returned to calm. Hearing the fighting end, some people began to emerge, opening their doors. Seeing Sanba dead, many clapped in joy, knowing the town would finally be peaceful.

But seeing the dozens of bodies on the ground, everyone fell silent, beginning to clean up the scene.

"Father!" The young girl, who had been unconscious, woke up and ran to her father, throwing herself into his arms, both of them weeping.

"It's okay, it's over!"

The old man patted the girl's shoulder.

Ye Feng did not stay any longer, leading his horse out of town, his mood completely gone.

"Benefactor, please accept our gratitude!"

The father and daughter knelt and bowed to Ye Feng. Ye Feng did not look back, his figure slowly disappearing.

A day later, Ye Feng's figure appeared at the gate of the Heavenly Spirit Academy. He climbed the steps and walked into the academy.

On the way, many disciples were walking ahead of Ye Feng, excited about the upcoming Inner Gate competition, which would be a fierce battle.

The academy's hierarchy was very strict. There were only one hundred elite disciples, and even if you reached the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, you might not be promoted to an elite disciple. The only way was to challenge.

Every year, the Inner Gate competition was held, and the top five would have the chance to challenge the elite disciples. If they won, they would replace the opponent; if they lost, they would remain Inner Gate disciples, a system of survival of the fittest.

What Ye Feng needed to do now was to advance to the Inner Gate disciple level. Every three years, the academy would eliminate a batch of students. If you did not advance within three years, you would be expelled and replaced by new disciples, a very harsh system.

The place for advancement was also in the Merit Hall. After sending his horse to the designated area, Ye Feng appeared at the door of the Merit Hall. Because of his conflict with the Three Wolves, Ye Feng had gained a bit of fame, but it was not a good reputation. Injuring the Three Wolves had greatly angered Yun Cai Shi, and it was rumored that he had ordered someone to secretly cripple Ye Feng for the competition.

Therefore, when Ye Feng appeared at the Merit Hall, the looks people gave him were filled with strange expressions.

"I am here to advance to the Inner Gate disciple level." At the advancement window, an elder checked Ye Feng's realm, then handed him a token, a set of Inner Gate disciple clothing, and some spirit stones, a simple process.

Ignoring the looks around him, Ye Feng took the clothes, thanked the elder, and left the Merit Hall, planning to seclude himself for a few days to try to break through to the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage. This would give him a chance to advance to the elite disciple level and participate in the year-end Inner Court assessment.

Moreover, entering the elite disciple ranks meant a significant increase in cultivation resources, with benefits far surpassing those of Inner Gate disciples.

Plus, each Inner Gate competition came with rich rewards. This Inner Gate competition was very important for Ye Feng; he had to become an elite disciple.

Time passed day by day, gradually approaching the Inner Gate competition.

In a forest, a man and a wolf faced each other. The Flame Wolf was covered in flames, with several wounds on its body, as if it had been struck by something, its skin torn and its beautiful red fur in tatters. It looked weak, hardly resembling a peak Eighth-Level beast.

"Xiu Yue Slash!" The man shouted, his small, exquisite axe glowing. The axe mark soared into the sky, and nine shadows pressed down, completely sealing the Flame Wolf's escape routes.

The Flame Wolf could not avoid the attack and could only watch as the axe mark struck, splitting it in two.

Ye Feng retracted his axe, his nails piercing into the Flame Wolf's body, draining all its demonic qi. The once fiery red inner core turned white in an instant, all demonic qi gone, transformed into true qi and stored in Ye Feng's body.

"Never thought I would finally advance to the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage at the last moment, and being able to continuously unleash nine axe marks gives me the confidence to fight a Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage opponent." After killing the Flame Wolf, Ye Feng's confidence soared.