Chapter 20

Ye Feng remained silent for a moment, but in the end, he could not hold back and asked, "Young Miss, do you know about the thousand-meter-tall human statue in the center of Nanyang County City?"

Ye Feng did not show any signs of abnormality, feigning a look of mere curiosity.

Ye Shen Yue did not think much about it and casually replied, "Oh, you mean that thousand-meter statue? When I was a child, I heard my elders say that it seemed to have fallen from the sky many years ago. The statue is inscribed with strange and ancient text that no one can understand, but it is considered a miracle by everyone. People say the statue is a legendary deity, so they worship it as a god. However, many people don’t care about it."

"I see."

Ye Feng nodded after hearing Ye Shen Yue’s words.

But deep in his eyes, a trace of disappointment flashed by, almost imperceptible.

These people had no knowledge of the Spirit Realm, nor did they recognize the script of the Spirit Realm.

...

That night.

Under the endless night sky, the cold wind howled, piercingly cold.

Ye Feng stood alone in the courtyard, hands behind his back, his white clothes as pure as snow.

"Perhaps, among the dominant forces that have been passed down for thousands of years on the Longyuan Continent, there might be records and clues about the Spirit Realm..."

Ye Feng slightly raised his head, gazing at the boundless dark sky, dotted with stars.

He thought to himself, feeling somewhat frustrated, but decided not to dwell on it.

No matter what, one day, he would find the Spirit Realm.

Family grudges, national hatred, and his father, were all the ties that bound Ye Feng in this life.

Suddenly, a heavy footsteps echoed from a distance.

Ye Feng’s thoughts were pulled back from the vast night sky. He turned around and looked at the entrance of the courtyard not far away.

There, a tall and cold figure, completely covered in metal armor, stood there.

Beside the iron-clad figure, Ye Ziling stood, the palm print on her face not yet completely gone.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with a fierce and cruel gaze, staring intently at Ye Feng, and she said in a cold voice, "Ye Feng, what kind of love potion did you give my sister? I want to know the answer within fifteen minutes, or else, I will have Iron Armor tear off all your limbs right here!"

Under the night sky, Ye Ziling, dressed in a purple dress, had a graceful and ethereal figure, like a fairy butterfly.

But the words she spoke were incredibly cruel and vicious, making people feel that she was not a fairy but a little demon!

Iron Armor was tall and covered in armor, exuding a cold and deep aura, with only his deep eyes visible through the helmet, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.

At this moment, Ye Ziling’s eyes were as cold as ice, staring at Ye Feng, and she said, "You have only fifteen minutes, either live or die, you choose."

As she finished speaking, Iron Armor walked toward Ye Feng without a word.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The heavy footsteps sounded like the tolling of a death bell in the courtyard under the night sky, making people’s hearts tremble.

Iron Armor walked slowly, seemingly waiting for Ye Feng’s decision.

"Live or die?"

Ye Feng suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

The little demon Ye Ziling shouted angrily.

"Laughing at you for not understanding what I have become now."

Ye Feng spoke slowly, his voice calm, but beneath that calmness, there was a hidden pride that was awe-inspiring.

"You... insolent!"

Ye Ziling completely lost it. She could no longer bear it and suddenly shouted at the tall Iron Armor, "Since Ye Feng wants to die so much, grant his wish!"

"Yes, Miss."

A cold, mechanical voice came from the layers of metal armor.

Iron Armor was a loyal assassin of the Ye family, with unfathomable cultivation, completely obeying the orders of the little demon Ye Ziling.

"Boom!"

Iron Armor’s tall figure suddenly charged forward, instantly reaching Ye Feng. The ground beneath his feet, made of green gangue stone, was crushed into pieces.

This showed that Iron Armor’s strength was explosive, every move filled with explosive power.

His momentum was overwhelming, invincible, truly like a cold killing machine!

"Primal Dragon Elephant Fist!"

At this moment, Ye Feng moved, holding nothing back. He immediately used the Primal Dragon Elephant Fist, a heaven-level martial arts technique.

"Roar!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky. Under the night sky, three massive and majestic Primal Dragon Elephants appeared around Ye Feng. Their trunks sucked in the mountains and rivers, their limbs as thick as pillars, trampling everything, crushing everything!

"Boom!!"

Ye Feng’s fist and Iron Armor’s fist collided.

A terrifying force exploded, and to Ye Ziling’s shock, Iron Armor’s arm shattered with a "crack."

Metal fragments from the broken armor and the blood and flesh from Iron Armor’s arm mixed together and exploded in the air.

"Aaaah!!"

Iron Armor let out a deafening scream, his entire body being blasted away by the force. The arm that had collided with Ye Feng’s fist exploded, leaving him with only one arm.

But Ye Feng remained standing in place, as if the previous punch had been a light tap.

"What?!"

The little demon Ye Ziling was completely stunned.

She widened her beautiful eyes, staring at Ye Feng in fear, and screamed, "Impossible! This is impossible! Ye Feng, you are just a waste of a foster son in our family, only fit to feed the horses, how can you have such powerful strength now?"

"In this world, nothing is impossible. You think it’s impossible because your knowledge is too limited."

Ye Feng spoke indifferently, slowly walking toward Ye Ziling.

"You... don’t come closer!"

At this moment, Ye Ziling was finally afraid. Her once fierce and beautiful face was now filled with fear, turning pale.

"To harm Miss, you must step over my dead body."

Iron Armor, enduring the pain of his broken arm, suddenly stood up and blocked in front of Ye Ziling.

It had to be said that Iron Armor was extremely loyal, especially to the second miss, Ye Ziling.

"Right, right, right, Ye Feng! It’s not me who wants to kill you, it’s Iron Armor who wants to kill you! Kill him quickly to vent your anger!" Ye Ziling suddenly spoke.

"Miss, you...!"

Iron Armor turned around, staring in disbelief at the second miss he had always served and secretly admired.

Behind the cold metal mask, Iron Armor’s eyes were filled with immense pain.

This pain was not physical, but mental, a pain from the soul.

"Miss, I have always liked you, so for you, I am willing to give everything..."

Even though he was discarded by Ye Ziling, Iron Armor’s eyes still showed a deep, even twisted, admiration as he stared at Ye Ziling, who looked like a purple butterfly.

Then, he suddenly turned around, looked at Ye Feng, and charged forward.

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, Iron Armor gathered all his true qi and self-destructed, causing a terrifying explosion.

For Ye Ziling, he chose to self-destruct, wanting to take Ye Feng down with him!