Chapter 8

The bronze combat body possessed terrifying power, making Ye Feng's entire body as hard as divine copper!

Martial artists at the True Martial Realm level couldn't harm him at all!

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

A group of Blizzard Mercenary Corps mercenaries were all in a panic.

They all retreated frantically!

"Can you still run away when we've come to your door?"

Ye Feng shouted loudly.

"Technique of the Moonlit Sword!"

"Great Perfection Profound Secret!"

"Endless Sword Rain!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Accompanied by a series of terrifying sword sounds, a cold and clear moon phenomenon rose from the long sword in Ye Feng's hand.

Sharp sword qi formed a rain of swords, instantly covering all the retreat routes of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"..."

One by one, the once arrogant mercenaries screamed in agony as their bodies were pierced by the rain of swords, dying on the spot.

In a blink, only the two mercenaries who had defamed Ye Feng remained on the scene.

Ye Feng stepped forward with a loud thud, directly arriving in front of the two.

"Please spare me, sir! Please spare me... Ah!!"

One of the mercenaries immediately fell to his knees, frantically bowing his head.

"Thud!"

But Ye Feng suddenly drew his sword, and with a flash of sword light, the mercenary was silenced before he could finish his plea, dying on the spot.

"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."

Ye Feng said coldly, his icy gaze making the last mercenary tremble all over.

Seeing his dead companion, the mercenary suddenly became desperate and fiercely shouted at Ye Feng: "This time we were just the vanguard! The captain and all the deputy captains are in this Purple Cloud Mountain Range! They are all peak True Martial Realm Ninth Heaven experts, and the captain is even a Spirit Martial Realm super expert! Kid, you can't escape, you can't... Ah!!"

The mercenary didn't finish his threat before Ye Feng sent him to the afterlife with a single sword strike.

"I didn't expect the captain of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps to be a Spirit Martial Realm expert."

Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Although he was invincible among True Martial Realm martial artists, encountering a Spirit Martial Realm level existence would be extremely dangerous, even life-threatening.

"Hum!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng's body trembled.

He first sensed some changes within his body.

Then, Ye Feng's eyes lit up with joy.

With a thought, his entire body suddenly transformed into a bronze body!

This was the first level of the Creation Divine Art, the Bronze Combat Body!

Ye Feng's flesh, bones, skin, hair, and even his pupils and eyebrows, all seemed to be cast from bronze, shining with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, indestructible!

"I actually advanced to the first level of the Creation Divine Art during the intense battle just now!"

"My first innate talent should be about to manifest..."

Ye Feng thought to himself.

Suddenly, a mysterious force surged from his body, manifesting a huge ancient furnace in the air behind Ye Feng.

A furnace?

"What's going on?"

"My first awakened innate talent is actually a furnace?"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and his expression became strange.

He remembered that his father, Emperor Ye Qing, when cultivating the Creation Divine Art, his first awakened innate talent was a supreme divine sword called the Heavenly Tribulation Sword!

"Why did I awaken a furnace? Are you kidding me?"

Ye Feng suddenly felt extremely depressed.

But in the next moment,

"Boom!"

An overwhelmingly powerful dark suction force surged from the furnace that had manifested behind Ye Feng.

"Rustle!"

"Rustle!"

To Ye Feng's utmost shock,

The true qi from the bodies of the mercenaries scattered around him was instantly sucked out and gathered into the furnace behind him.

Then,

Absorption and refinement!

"Boom!"

In that instant, Ye Feng felt a massive surge of true qi flood his body, instantly pushing his cultivation to its peak.

"Boom!"

A new and powerful aura erupted from Ye Feng's body, spreading in all directions.

He had broken through three levels on the spot, reaching the True Martial Realm Sixth Heaven!

This was the power absorbed from dozens of mercenaries!

At this moment, Ye Feng looked around.

His eyes widened in surprise.

The bodies of dozens of Blizzard Mercenary Corps mercenaries on the ground had withered.

Their true qi, the result of decades of hard cultivation, had been completely stolen by the furnace behind Ye Feng, becoming nourishment for him.

"The Creation Furnace can devour various forces, including spirit stones, spirit crystals, heavenly treasures, the essence of the sun and moon, the power of wind and thunder, and even the forces of other living beings!"

At this moment, a message appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

"The Creation Furnace!"

"What a domineering devouring ability!"

Ye Feng stared at the huge furnace floating in the air behind him.

Only now did he realize how terrifying his first awakened innate talent was.

"Captain,

"Over there, it sounds like there's a battle. Let's go check it out; they might have found that thief!"

Suddenly, from the depths of the nearby forest, some voices were heard.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Feng's figure flashed, and he quickly fled in another direction.

The captain of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps was a Spirit Martial Realm expert, and there were several peak True Martial Realm Ninth Heaven deputy captains.

Ye Feng knew that he wasn't yet strong enough to face these people head-on.

"The Purple Cloud Mountain Range is vast. I don't believe you can find me again."

Ye Feng sneered, his figure quickly disappearing into the mountains.

Soon after, a roar of overwhelming anger echoed from the place where Ye Feng had fought: "No!!!"

"Everyone, listen! Immediately mobilize all the forces of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps to search for that damned thief!"

"Also, inform all the wandering martial artists and other mercenary corps in the Purple Cloud Mountain Range! Whoever captures that little thief, I, Chen Tianya, will offer a reward of 500,000! I want that kid's head!!"

Chen Tianya, naturally, was the captain of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps.

Seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, his anger and killing intent boiled to the extreme, like a raging river!

He even offered a reward of 500,000 for Ye Feng's head!

...

A few days later.

In a forest.

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, a golden iron arrow tore through the air like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking Ye Feng's arm.

"Thud!"

The golden iron arrow instantly pierced Ye Feng's arm, drawing a spray of blood.

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, seemingly feeling no pain, and he instantly stepped forward, fleeing rapidly in a certain direction.

In the next moment, a tall young man holding a large bow stepped out from a distance.