A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin-Chapter 603 - Someone Is Raising “Demons”!

Thinking of how many Xiao family disciples outside were still suffering from demonic qi erosion, Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes. His divine consciousness surged outward like a tide, covering an area of ten li.

As his vital force circulated, strange black flames erupted from the bodies of countless disciples. The sight frightened many people.

Those affected were momentarily stunned because they felt no heat from the eerie flames. Instead of burning them, the flames rapidly refined the demonic qi harming them.

A wave of indescribable gratitude rose in their hearts. Healing so many people at once had to demand enormous mental focus, yet the person helping them was someone they had never even met.

Some Xiao family disciples watched their festering, blackened wounds gradually improve, and tears of joy welled in their eyes. After the demonic qi infection, quite a few disciples had already died. If Ye Feng had not intervened, the rest would have had no choice but to wait for death.

Someone stared blankly toward Xiao Chen’s residence in the back mountain and murmured, “Sigh... What should we do? He’s probably going to be heartbroken. That man who came with the Saintess just now, is he a friend of the Eldest Young Master?”

The young man beside him nodded slightly and said in a low voice, “Most likely. And they’re probably close. Otherwise, none of the distress signals our Xiao family sent would have gotten a response. In the end, it was a friend of the Eldest Young Master who rushed here despite the danger... We owe him a debt we can never repay.”

Ye Feng’s strength was terrifying. Many of them had witnessed his battle with the strongest Abyssal Demon firsthand. To have reached the Illusory Refinement Realm so young, his talent had to be beyond comprehension. Furthermore, he possessed heavenly fire and could restrain the demon that had overwhelmed everyone else.

But what truly changed their perception was the so-called worthless playboy, Xiao Chen. A man who once had an abysmal reputation had, with nothing but a spear, forcibly broken through the sealed domain. His spear withstood the demon’s attacks head-on, and his techniques were nothing short of heaven-defying. With his strength alone, he had pinned that demon down, indirectly saving many of his clansmen.

This incident alone was painful enough for ordinary Xiao family disciples, let alone their Eldest Young Master.

Inside the room, Ye Feng’s expression turned grim. He spread his palm, revealing five small clusters of demonic flames, one noticeably larger than the rest. Right before his eyes, the smaller ones winked out one after another until only the largest remained, blazing fiercely. But this scene lasted only a single breath before an unknown force snuffed the flame out entirely.

Ye Feng’s breathing stopped. He glanced back at Xiao Chen, sleeping deeply, then took a single step and vanished from the sealed barrier.

When he found Meng Wanshu, she was helping treat several severely injured disciples of the Xiao family. Many patrol guards from the Meng family had also arrived and were assisting with the rescue.

Seeing Ye Feng’s slightly flustered expression, Meng Wanshu frowned. The two exchanged a look and went to a side hall. With a wave of her hand, she raised several layers of barriers, then turned to Ye Feng with a grave expression.

“What’s wrong? What happened? How is Xiao Chen right now?”

Ye Feng knew she was asking about Xiao Chen’s emotional state. “He cried for a while. He’s asleep now. And... I think I know why the Abyssal Demon appeared here.”

Meng Wanshu frowned as she spoke in a low voice, “That thing is called an Abyssal Demon? How do you know?”

Ye Feng briefly explained the situation. In the end, he looked straight at her and said in a deep voice, “Someone... is raising demons.”

“What?! Raising demons?”

Ye Feng nodded seriously. “That’s right. They’re raising demons. Demons are born from the evil thoughts in people’s hearts, feeding on the blood essence of cultivators to strengthen themselves. This time, there were five Abyssal Demons, but in the end, they were all devoured by the strongest one, which has already reached a cultivation level close to the Combined Body Realm.”

Meng Wanshu gasped. The Abyssal Demon at the same level as them was already this hard to handle. If it had seized the chance to devour the other demons, the situation would have been unimaginably worse.

“Then how do you know this?”

Ye Feng’s eyes flickered. “Along the way, when I killed those Abyssal Demons, I used Yin Hellfire to leave a trace inside each of them out of habit. Boss always taught me to think one step ahead and plan three steps ahead.”

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, but...” Ye Feng paused slightly.

Xiao Chen would have so much to face when he woke, and Li Guanqi was still in closed cultivation, attempting to create an illusory body with no word on his progress. Thinking of this, Ye Feng grew restless.

Ye Feng let out a sigh, calmed himself, and continued, “But what I don’t understand is why they chose the Xiao family, so close to the Divine Treasure Territory’s boundary. The Xiao family head, Xiao Yue, was also an Illusory Refinement Realm expert. Were they really that confident they could wipe out the entire Xiao family?”

A cold glint flashed through Meng Wanshu’s eyes. Her gaze swept toward a stretch of void outside the barrier.

The instant their eyes met, both their auras surged to their peaks.

It doesn’t make sense. Unless... there’s an even stronger enemy hidden in the shadows!

Boom! Boom!

In the span of a single breath, Meng Wanshu expanded her domain barrier and unlocked her sword’s Heaven-Opening Tier.

“Heaven-Opening, Frozen World!”

Ye Feng’s sword spirit void hummed as he completed his Soul Dissolution. Vast sword intent erupted, ghost qi spreading across his right hand as bizarre void flames engulfed the space a thousand zhang away.

Boom! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The moment they locked down the space, their figures flashed forward. Terrifying frost power spread through the void. Meng Wanshu gripped her longsword with both hands and slashed down hard, shouting, “Cosmic Frost Slash!”

Ye Feng’s right eye burned with ghost qi, his face ferocious as he unleashed a full-powered sword strike.

“Dungeon Abyss Technique, Abyssal Ghost!”

Boom!

The two massive sword rays shot skyward, almost faster than the eye could follow, and space shattered in their wake. Heaven and earth changed color, violent winds erupting in every direction.

The gale howled, whipping their robes until they snapped loudly. A huge pitch-black finger over a hundred zhang long emerged from the void, jet-black from end to end and surging with bizarre black vital force as thick as ink. Even the lines on the finger were clearly visible, its power bone-chilling.

The giant finger collided with the sword rays, and a deafening explosion rang out. The shockwave shattered the void within a thousand zhang. Every surrounding mountain peak and building crumbled to ruins from the blast.

Ye Feng and Meng Wanshu were hurled back more than a thousand zhang, both coughing up a lot of blood from the violent impact.

As they looked up, a mysterious black-robed figure appeared beneath the giant finger, terrifying pressure flooding the void.

That person merely pointed downward, and amid the explosions and clouds of dust, the shattered finger reformed and plunged down toward them once more.

Violent winds howled, snapping their robes. An overwhelming force bore down on them.