Chapter 39

They looked around and discovered many powerful forces heading towards the Demon City without hiding, marching openly with overwhelming might.

Rumble!

Not far away, a group of knights clad in golden armor galloped over, tall and majestic, like golden war gods, numbering in the hundreds.

Each knight held a large halberd or a long saber, their armor glowing with golden divine light, clearly a powerful and precious set of battle armor, exuding a killing intent that pierced the heavens and a momentum that shook the sky.

"This should be the royal guard of the Great Flame Dynasty, an invincible force. I didn't expect them to come as well. It seems the Great Flame Imperial Family is also very covetous of the treasure vault in the Demon City."

The scar-faced uncle, who seemed to know everything, spoke up, his tone tinged with surprise.

Ye Feng's heart stirred. The royal family of the Great Flame Dynasty had arrived, and he wondered who would be leading this golden-armored royal guard.

"Muxue is the ninth princess of the Great Flame Dynasty. I wonder if she will appear this time?"

Ye Feng thought, the image of the clumsy yet beautiful girl in a white dress who had taken care of him appearing in his mind.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Ye Feng's thoughts.

At the edge of the distant sky, a massive flying sword, radiating brilliant divine light, carried dozens of disciples in uniform attire. Each disciple was dignified and handsome, carrying a precious sword, their bodies exuding a powerful sword intent, as if they could tear through the nine heavens.

"Experts from the Sword Sect."

The scar-faced uncle was somewhat surprised, saying, "Feng, look at the young man in green standing at the front of the giant sword. He is the leader of the top ten outer sect disciples of the Sword Sect, Jin Tianyang! It's rumored that he has already reached the peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Heavenly Martial Realm and is about to step into the Divine Martial Realm!"

Ye Feng's eyes flickered, and he immediately looked towards the front of the giant sword.

He immediately saw a tall figure standing at the tip of the sword.

This figure was dressed in green, carrying a golden war sword, handsome and outstanding, with a sharp golden sword light bursting from his eyes, piercing through the air.

This was undoubtedly an extremely powerful sword expert, but Ye Feng sensed that although his cultivation was strong, his sword intent had not yet reached the Sword King Realm.

As if sensing Ye Feng's gaze, Jin Tianyang, standing on the giant sword in the sky, suddenly looked down and glanced at Ye Feng.

His eyes showed no emotion, looking down from a height, as if he were observing a small ant on the ground.

Soon, the giant sword carrying dozens of Sword Sect disciples disappeared into the distance.

The scar-faced uncle glanced at Ye Feng and said, "Feng, I've never seen you draw your sword. Shouldn't you show your skills this time?"

The scar-faced uncle could sense an incredibly sharp sword intent from Ye Feng, guessing that his understanding of the sword path had reached a terrifying level, possibly not inferior to those Sword Sect disciples.

Ye Feng just smiled and said, "I'm paying attention to the Sword Sect disciples because I will soon join the Sword Sect."

The scar-faced uncle nodded and said, "The Sword Sect is indeed a good choice. If I were ten years younger and about your age, I would also join the Sword Sect."

Ye Feng was surprised and said, "You're ten years younger than me? You're only twenty-seven now?"

The scar-faced uncle glanced at Ye Feng and said, "What? Don't I look it?"

Ye Feng rubbed his chin and carefully observed the scar-faced uncle for a moment.

"I thought you were in your forties or fifties." Ye Feng said.

"What? Damn it, am I that old? I'm really only twenty-seven! I just look a bit older." The scar-faced uncle's rugged face immediately turned dark.

...

In a corner of the ancient and massive Demon City, Ye Feng and the scar-faced uncle finally arrived.

However, at this moment, a massive battle was already raging in the sky above the city.

Numerous experts from powerful forces were charging into the ancient city with overwhelming momentum.

"Quick, get in! Otherwise, the treasure vault will be taken by others!"

The scar-faced uncle, seeing the intense battle, urged Ye Feng anxiously.

Ye Feng nodded, recalling the map in his mind, and said, "Enter through a gap in the southwest corner of the Demon City. It leads directly to the heart of the city, and it should still be unoccupied."

"Good."

The scar-faced uncle's eyes lit up. With Ye Feng, who was like a living map, they could adapt to the situation and take the best route.

Soon, the two of them, like thieves, stealthily made their way to the southwest corner. Below the tall city wall, the ground had caved in, creating a small gap.

"It looks like a dog hole." Ye Feng said, then crawled in.

"Damn, I never thought I would end up crawling through a dog hole one day. Oh well! For the treasure, for the wealth, I'll do it!"

The scar-faced uncle was initially hesitant but immediately thought of the golden treasure that might be in the vault and quickly crawled through the dog hole.

The scar-faced uncle crawled into the Demon City and found that Ye Feng had already killed three Third Heaven of the Heavenly Martial Realm demons nearby.

The scar-faced uncle immediately said, "I knew you had a terrifying sword realm, Feng. Have you already reached the Sword King Realm?"

Ye Feng didn't answer, but the scar-faced uncle whistled in amazement at Ye Feng's martial talent, which was truly formidable.

"The treasure vault of the Demon Blood Sect is at the end of this path. There is a central palace, and the vault is marked on the map at the bottom of the palace." Ye Feng looked around and quickly judged.

"Let's go! Seize the treasure vault!"

The scar-faced uncle couldn't wait any longer and pulled Ye Feng to run.

"Stop! Human experts have invaded the heart of the city, come to support!"

Suddenly, they were discovered by a group of demons, all clad in black armor, each a Heavenly Martial Realm existence, numbering in the dozens.

"Damn!"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, wanting to take a detour.

"What's to be afraid of? Charge!"

The scar-faced uncle was fierce, wielding a butcher's knife and charging forward.

He was like a street thug from a town, with no sword techniques or martial arts, but in a few rounds, he had already killed a dozen Heavenly Martial Realm demons.

The butcher's knife was covered in demon blood, but the blade still gleamed coldly, making it seem more like a world-class demon sword that had drunk the blood of countless beings and exuded overwhelming demonic power.

"Amazing!"

The remaining dozen or so demons were terrified and retreated frantically.

"We can't let them escape! It will alert others!"

Ye Feng shouted, drew the rusty sword on his back, and with a step, soared into the air, then slashed at the retreating dozen demons.