The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 669: A Critical Moment

Time trickled away, second by second.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chenfeng had been in the Illusory Realm for fifteen minutes.

It was utterly quiet in Sun Meixin’s room, as all present fixed their gaze on the closed-eyed Ye Chenfeng.

His face alternated between expressions of pain, fear, and resolve.

Various emotions flickered across Ye Chenfeng’s face and finally converged into an overwhelming presence that suddenly burst forth from his body, sending shockwaves throughout the room.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Under the influence of this energy, all the tables and chairs in the room shattered to pieces.

No one there could approach Ye Chenfeng, they couldn’t bear the unapproachable aura emanating from him, like they were ants in the presence of a towering giant, making them shudder to their core.

"Bosheng, what in the world is happening?" Sun Boyi asked with an ugly expression, realizing they couldn’t stop Ye Chenfeng now, for they simply couldn’t get near him.

A look of utmost excitement appeared on Tang Bosheng’s face as he said, "Senior Sun, such an event has never happened before. If I’m not mistaken, your great-grandson may have unraveled the secrets within the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. We at the Ghost Doctor Sect have waited a long time for this day." frёeωebɳovel.com

Upon hearing Tang Bosheng’s words, the Suns felt somewhat relieved. Only Wang Yandong’s face looked as if he had swallowed feces, knowing that if Ye Chenfeng indeed deciphered the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, it wouldn’t bode well for him. In other words, if Ye Chenfeng were to master the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, everyone in the Ghost Doctor Sect would have to submit to his command unconditionally, and that would mean Wang Yandong would become his subordinate. This made him grind his teeth squeakily.

Lost in the Illusory Realm, Ye Chenfeng was completely ignorant of the outside world. The needle techniques of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles constantly practiced within his mind, over and over...

It wasn’t until the entire sequence of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles seemed to have merged into Ye Chenfeng’s body that he suddenly opened his eyes to see corpses decaying on the ground, realizing he was still trapped within the Illusory Realm.

"What’s going on? I should have mastered the Ghost King Thirteen Needles by now, so why haven’t I left the Illusory Realm?" Ye Chenfeng frowned, a bad premonition taking hold within him.

Suddenly Ye Chenfeng remembered a wisp of dark energy that had infiltrated his body, and as he attempted to check, his whole body abruptly stiffened, as if he had become a zombie, completely unable to bend even slightly.

Then, a churning discomfort roiled in Ye Chenfeng’s stomach, a feeling that he might vomit. His eyes grew darker and darker until they were pitch black.

A malevolent aura suddenly began emanating from Ye Chenfeng, with a black energy swirling around his entire body. As the dark energy became more intense, even Ye Chenfeng’s facial expression turned sinister, as if he had become another person entirely.

"Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!"

After a sweet surge in his throat, three streams of pitch-black blood sprayed from Ye Chenfeng’s mouth. At that moment, his mind was filled with bloodlust as he felt an overwhelming urge to revel in fresh blood, slowly consuming his sanity.

Meanwhile, in the room, everyone saw the closed-eyed Ye Chenfeng suddenly spew three mouthfuls of blood.

They also saw black energy seeping from his skin, gradually covering every inch of him, as an Evil Qi burst skywards from his body.

The room filled with the Evil Qi emanating from Ye Chenfeng, the temperature plummeted suddenly, making everyone feel as if they had stepped into Hell, their fears seemingly magnified by the menacing energy.

Upon seeing the closed-eyed Ye Chenfeng vomiting fresh blood, followed by these exceedingly strange changes to his body, Wang Yandong’s lips curled into a smile again, thinking to himself, "You think you can decipher the Ghost King Thirteen Needles? You’re way out of your league. You’re doomed to become an idiot this time."

"Bosheng, what exactly is going on? Didn’t you just say Chenfeng might have unraveled the Ghost King Thirteen Needles? Does this look like unraveling to you?" Sun Boyi hurriedly asked.

Tang Bosheng also felt anxious inside, shook his head bitterly, and said, "Elder Sun, I also don’t know what exactly is going on?"

"No, I absolutely can’t let my son be in danger, I absolutely can’t." After seeing Ye Chenfeng spitting out blood, Sun Meiqin’s emotions completely spiraled out of control. However, no matter how hard she tried, she was utterly unable to get close to Ye Chenfeng.

"Yang An, we must stop Chenfeng immediately to wake him up from the illusion, otherwise, I really don’t know what Chenfeng will turn into," Sun Boyi decisively said.

"Elder Sun, I will also help you," Tang Bosheng said with a sense of guilt inside, after all, he was the one who had provided the acupuncture chart of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles.

Apart from Wang Yandong who hid to one side, everyone present who had strength began to enhance their True Energy Force, moving step by step toward Ye Chenfeng, preparing to gather everyone’s power to see if they could wake Ye Chenfeng?

However, at this moment, Ye Chenfeng, with his eyes closed, suddenly trembled, and the Evil Qi radiating from his body grew even denser. The Evil Qi rushed into the bodies of everyone present, except for Wang Yandong, who had swiftly hidden behind a cabinet in the room when things turned sour, thereby avoiding the invasion of Evil Qi.

After the black Evil Qi rushed into the bodies of Sun Boyi and others, they immediately felt as though they couldn’t muster any strength at all, and could only sit softly on the ground.

Inside the Illusory Realm, Ye Chenfeng, persistently consumed by irrationality, held on thanks to his firm willpower. He clenched his lips tightly, fresh blood seeping from them, his fists tightly clenched with fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to maintain his calm by focusing on the pain.

"No, absolutely not, I can’t go on like this," Ye Chenfeng firmly thought to himself.

Ye Chenfeng suddenly roared with heartrending fury, "What is this mere Illusory Realm? I, Ye Chenfeng, am not even afraid of the Heavenly King; what else would I fear?"

"If heaven wants to battle me, then I will break the heavens; if earth wants to battle me, then I will shatter the earth."

The veins on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead bulged, and through his thunderous roar, a beam of sunlight broke through the originally gloomy sky, enveloping him.

The black Qi on Ye Chenfeng’s body slowly retracted back inside him, and the blackness in his eyes also began to fade. The rationality that was gradually consumed was released once more.

As Ye Chenfeng inside the Illusory Realm underwent changes, the Ye Chenfeng with his eyes closed in the room also changed; the Evil Qi in the room gradually returned to his body, and his facial expression also greatly improved.

Hidden behind the cabinet, Wang Yandong, seeing Ye Chenfeng’s changes, thought of an answer: "Could this kid have truly comprehended the Ghost King Thirteen Needles? Is he going to wake up from the illusion?"

"I absolutely can’t let this kid wake up. Why don’t I just kill him with one palm strike now, and then I can claim that I thought the kid had lost control. By then, he will be dead, what can they do to me?"

With this thought in mind, Wang Yandong immediately enhanced his True Energy Force inside his body, sprang out from behind the cabinet, rushed quickly toward Ye Chenfeng, and struck his palm down toward Ye Chenfeng’s crown.

Those present, still unable to move, suddenly saw Wang Yandong’s action and couldn’t stop him in time.

"Don’t, don’t hurt my son," Sun Meiqin howled.

"Tang Bosheng, is this your disciple? If my grand-nephew suffers the slightest harm, even if it leads to mutual destruction, our Sect will fight your Ghost Doctor Sect to the end," Sun Boyi said. In this short time, Ye Chenfeng, his grand-nephew, had already taken a very important place in his heart.

"Damn, this son of a bitch, he’s too despicable and shameless," Sun Hengfei cursed in extreme displeasure.

"If Ye Chenfeng loses even a single hair, I will personally kill Wang Yandong," Sun Xiaoli said angrily, her face flushed with rage. In her heart, she had already accepted Ye Chenfeng as her brother, and even harbored a budding admiration for him due to his various actions.

At this critical moment, with his palm drawing ever closer to Ye Chenfeng’s crown, Wang Yandong ignored the words of those around him, and his smile became more and more rampant. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)