The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 265 Opening the Gate of Death, Entering the Warhammer Manure Pit

The purple-robed feaster slightly turned the 'head' formed by the dazzling starry sky, and countless stars flowed beneath the cloak. Although it had no real eyes, one could still feel its gaze.

As the nebulae shifted, a certain indescribable emotion was brewing.
Why do you bear the mark of my people?

The void trembled, and a voice like an ancient bell emanated from beneath the cloak.

The voice was extremely eerie, as if two voices were speaking simultaneously, one as calm as a deep pool and the other as sharp as thunder, the two completely different tones intertwined perfectly.

As they spoke, the entire space seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, and the air became as viscous as liquid metal.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye felt a chill run down his spine, and he immediately recalled the scene before the Lord of Light and Shadow died.

The strange stream of light that the opponent unleashed ignored all defenses and went straight into his body. It did not cause any damage at the time, and afterwards, no matter how hard they tried, they could not find anything unusual.

In retrospect, it was clearly some kind of special mark, a mark that could be recognized by its own kind at a glance.

Qin Ye did not reply, but silently communicated with the Floating Life Record.

Judging from the oppressive aura emanating from the purple-robed feaster before them, and Zack's terrified reaction, this was clearly an extremely powerful being.

First, activate the evacuation mechanism. Even if you can't defeat them, you can escape quickly.

[We are about to enter a new world. Please prepare yourself, Master.]

【9:599:58】

"Well, Lord Feaster, if there's nothing else for me, I'll take my leave." Zack's Adam's apple bobbed, and thick sweat seeped from between his bony armor plates as he spoke tremulously.

Humans who are targeted by the Feasters are doomed to die, so there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

Moreover, every second he stayed here felt like he was being slowly and cruelly torn apart by billions of invisible blades, his flesh, bones, and soul being peeled away, as if he would be devoured by some indescribable being in the next instant, leaving not even a trace behind.

Seeing that the feasters ignored him after he spoke, Zach was overjoyed and immediately turned and fled without even the slightest hesitation.

He laughed inwardly. Although he didn't know how that human kid had provoked a being like the Feasterer, it saved him the trouble of taking action.

However, just as he lifted his foot and before he had actually taken a step, a huge handprint suddenly appeared in the void.

The giant handprint was colorless and almost blended into the void. Only the faint starlight outlined at the edges and the star chains flowing between the palm lines could barely make out that it was the shape of a hand.

"Do not!!!"

A terrifying killing intent pressed down, and the shadow of death loomed over him. Zach only had time to let out a heart-wrenching, desperate roar before he was struck by a giant handprint.

Snapped!
With a muffled bang, his body was powerless against the handprint, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist. Fragments of bones, flesh, and internal organs scattered like fireworks, and were then swept away by the turbulent currents in the void, completely annihilated without leaving a trace.

A powerful expert at the Transcendent Realm couldn't even withstand a single blow!
This scene caused Qin Ye's pupils to shrink sharply, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged through his body like an electric current, with every nerve frantically issuing warnings.

The Gate of Shock suddenly opened, and an even more powerful force erupted within his body, causing black flames to surge across his skin.

But he didn't stop there; instead, he cautiously touched the final boundary of the Gate of Death.

He wasn't sure if he would die if the Gate of Death opened, but he was certain that it wouldn't be a good time.

However, judging from the combat power displayed by the opponent's casual strike, he had no chance of fighting him if he did not open the Death Gate.

"Tell me, in which small world did you encounter our race?"

The purple-robed celebrant turned around, his face, so striking it took one's breath away, seemed to shimmer with starlight, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

His voice still carried a double tone, but now it had an imperceptible fluctuation, like a wisp of wind mixed into the sound of an ancient bell.

Qin Ye's eyes flickered slightly, and a thought crossed his mind.

Since the other party asked this question, it means that the events that happened in the Ling Cage world have not yet been known to the Feasters, and Bai Yuekui is still safe.

This relieved him slightly, and the urgency he felt to return to the Ling Cage world lessened a bit.

He did not choose to deny it, as the other party could see through the presence of the mark at a glance, and denial would be meaningless.

He didn't speak, but silently touched the critical point of the death gate.

Seeing that he remained silent, the purple-robed feaster also fell silent, and the same large handprint descended without warning!
This time, the power was even greater than before; the lines flowing between his palms were no longer star chains, but miniature galaxies!

A snap—the sound of something like shackles being forcibly torn apart exploded within Qin Ye's body.

In an instant, extremely violent Qi burst forth from every pore, and its overwhelming power caused the surrounding void to collapse instantly, forming a distorted domain with a diameter of 100 meters.

The Flame Soul's body let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain under this violent energy, and countless scarlet cracks spread across its surface, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

The blood began to evaporate, intertwining with the black flames surrounding him, transforming into a dazzling vapor that enveloped his entire body.

The Eight Gates Formation – Gate of Death, open!

At the moment the Gate of Death opened, Qin Ye felt his life force draining away continuously, but in contrast, a powerful force surging within him, capable of shaking the heavens and the earth, was also emerging!

The previously insurmountable gap and the power that made them hesitate were all bridged in this moment.

Even if you die after the Death Gate closes, you will still live during the time the Death Gate is open.

He is simply invincible!

A crimson blade shadow flashed, seemingly about to cleave the void. Wherever it passed, it left scars in the space that would never heal. Within those cleaved cracks, twisted dark red lightning could be faintly seen leaping.

The imposing handprint that had easily shattered Zach crumbled like a bubble before this blade's shadow.

But this blow didn't come without a price.

Click. Click.
With a final, mournful cry, the blade shattered inch by inch. This time, it didn't just turn into fragments, but disintegrated directly into the finest, ghostly blue specks of light, like countless fireflies drifting in the distorted void.

This sharp blade, which had accompanied Qin Ye in his battles across several worlds, ultimately could not withstand the violent power and became the first victim of this battle that transcended limits.

Qin Ye, who was unarmed, had a deep, dark light in his eyes, and blood-red lightning seemed to be moving deep in his pupils.

With a blank expression, he stepped into the air, and the void beneath his feet cracked like a fragile mirror. Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread for tens of feet, and each crack oozed a chilling black-red energy.

Using the force of the recoil, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a slowly spreading ripple in space.

When Qin Ye reappeared, he was already standing proudly above the purple-robed festivities.

He pulled his right fist back, and the blood-red cracks on his entire arm suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light, as if magma was flowing under his skin.

A single, unadorned punch was unleashed with lightning speed, compressing and distorting the air in its path, accompanied by boundless black flames.

The nebula beneath the purple-robed feaster's cloak suddenly accelerated its rotation, and countless stars completed a cycle of birth and death in an instant.

With a flick of his purple robe, he raised his right fist, enveloped in crimson energy, and seemingly casually but precisely met Qin Ye's fist.

Boom! Two equally violent forces collided in the void. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then a shockwave, like a collapsing star, spread rapidly outwards from the two of them.

Wherever it passed, shattered stars crumbled inch by inch, quicksand vanished, and spatial turbulence was scattered and broken.

Such powerful shockwaves continued to erupt between the two.

The void at the battle site was completely distorted, forming an ever-expanding destructive domain. If such a battle were to take place in the lower realm, the entire planet would likely crumble.

If the already dead Bone-Eating Clan member Zak could witness this scene, let alone eight hundred lives, he would never dare to harbor even the slightest thought of being Qin Ye's enemy.

After a long while, the two afterimages separated.

The magnificent cloak of the purple-robed celebrant was now tattered, revealing a gray-black body beneath the ragged fabric.

It didn't resemble a physical body; rather, it was composed of some kind of substance that existed between physical matter and energy.

His once radiant, starry face had dimmed considerably, and the nebulae swirling beneath his cloak had slowed down.

On the other side, Qin Ye was in an even worse state. His body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, looking as if it would disintegrate at any moment. He was extremely weak and his black flames and blood steam flickered, as if they would go out at any time.

The purple-robed feaster's strength far exceeded expectations. Even after activating the Death Gate of the Eight Gates Formation, Qin Ye still couldn't gain the upper hand.

In fact, if it weren't for the repair mechanism of the Flame Soul state and the vitality and physical strength granted by the Resolute Soul, he would probably have had all his bones shattered and his life force cut off by now.

The power boost from the Death Gate is indeed terrifying, but the corresponding burden is equally deadly. Even with his body, he still has to bear a great risk.

Fortunately, the countdown for the teleportation is about to reach zero.

Qin Ye gazed at the dazzling starry sky, and his body twisted and disappeared before the eyes of the revelers.

Upon seeing this, the festivities visibly trembled and instantly appeared at the spot where Qin Ye had disappeared.

He stretched out his large, gray-black hand, with a band of starlight wrapped around his five fingers, and caressed the space that still rippled.

The light within the starry sky shifted dramatically, with countless stars arranging themselves in unusual ways, seemingly trying to decipher something.

Tethion, the lowest level of the hive.

The rusted metal supports, crooked and twisted like the ribs of a dying giant, barely held up the crumbling shantytown.

The so-called walls were made of moldy plastic sheeting and rotten wooden planks, with a thick, dark brown liquid constantly seeping from the surface, which pooled on the ground to form a stinking ditch with white foam.

A six-legged rat with three pairs of compound eyes darted out of the shadows, its broken tail trailing behind it, rummaging through the garbage heap for fluorescent, rotting flesh.

Steam leaking from the pipes mingled with suspended smog to create a suffocating toxic fog.

The few light bulbs, covered in thick grease, cast eerie green spots of light from twenty meters above, illuminating the rusty iron frame hanging there.

On this rusty iron frame, Qin Ye lay quietly.

His bare upper body was covered with spiderweb-like blood-red patterns, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Only the occasional rise and fall of his chest proved that the body was not completely dead.

The backlash from the Gate of Death was raging within his body, every bone was covered with cracks invisible to the naked eye, and his internal organs seemed to have been shredded by countless blades and then barely pieced back together. If his body had not undergone various enhancements, he would already be dead.

While waiting to recover, Qin Ye recalled his previous battle with the Feasters.

The opponent is indeed quite powerful, worthy of being a top-tier race in the void.

However, the most crucial point is that he has no sword in his hand, so he cannot fully unleash the power of the Blade Master.

If Thousand Blades were still alive, combined with the berserk power of the Death Gate state, he could at least sever two of the opponent's arms.
I wonder what kind of world this is, and whether there are any skilled craftsmen here.
It took a while for things to calm down.

Qin Ye slowly sat up, the metal support beneath him groaning under the strain, the shoddy construction likely at risk of collapsing.

He looked around, taking in his surroundings.

As far as the eye could see, there were all sorts of crooked and haphazard buildings, piled up like mountains.

Although outdoors, all you can see when you look up are a dazzling array of buildings and domes obscured by heavy industrial smog, not a single ray of sunlight can penetrate.

Looking at the scene before him, Qin Ye clicked his tongue, his mouth filled with the taste of blood and rust. This godforsaken place was more like a garbage dump than a junkyard.

Where the hell did I get this?

Kowloon Walled City?

"Tomorrow is Ascension Day, and my dad said that after I attend Mass, I can go to work with him."

"Ugh, I'm so envious. I have to wait until next year. I don't want to pick up trash anymore. I want to work in a factory."

Accompanied by the 'splashing' sound of sewage splashing, the innocent voices of children talking came from below, carried by the putrid smell that filled the air.

Qin Ye looked down and saw two mixed-race children.

They were all young, around eleven or twelve years old, their faces covered in filth, and their clothes were tattered. One of the girls didn't even have shoes; she was wrapped in two tattered plastic bags as she walked on the muddy, dirty ground, squeezing out black mud with every step.

'Ascension Day? Mass?'

Upon hearing these two words, Qin Ye felt a sense of foreboding.

Shouldn't it be.
He shook his still somewhat dizzy head and jumped down from the rusty iron frame, which was twenty meters high.

Suddenly a figure fell, startling the two children. The little girl immediately shrank behind the little boy, while the little boy, though trembling himself, still spread his arms to protect the girl behind him.

"We didn't find much today, just this can of ant-cow food. You can take it if you want."

The little boy reached into the tattered cloth bag at his waist, pulled out a dusty can, and reluctantly handed it over, his face full of heartache.

Although it hurts, there's nothing we can do; gangsters are ruthless killers.

Qin Ye looked at the pattern printed on the can and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Ant-cattle is not a cow at all, but a hybrid insect with the body of a cockroach and the head of an ant.

He was now increasingly certain of his guess: what other world could produce such disgusting insects as canned goods?

"Kid." Qin Ye crouched down, trying to keep his voice from sounding intimidating: "I'm asking you, where is this place?"

"What place?" The little boy tilted his head, looking somewhat confused.

"What do you call this place?"

"My dad says this place is called 'Chao Du'."

(End of this chapter)