You call this the way of the sword?

After saying goodbye to Yin Jiujun, Bai Xiaoxing did not go far. She inquired about Efeng and Fengtian everywhere, and was seen by Yin Jiujun who happened to be passing by. It can be said that a beauty can bewitch someone and cause them death.

Moreover, this influence continues to expand silently.

Bai Xiaoxing wasn't just asking around.

Yang Qingfeng is a newcomer and not yet well-known.

Nine times out of ten, the demons and ghosts who are asked the question will ask two questions in return.

Who is Efeng?

What exactly is Fengtian?

When questioned, Bai Xiaoxing would switch modes, turning from asking questions into explaining things, gradually letting more and more demons and ghosts know that the human race had produced an extremely arrogant fellow.

This extreme arrogance wasn't said by Bai Xiaoxing; it was spread by the demons and ghosts themselves.

Bai Xiaoxing simply said that there seemed to be a particularly powerful person among the newly promoted humans. The demons and ghosts were intrigued and began to inquire about him everywhere, spreading rumors as they went.

Limited information amplifies boundless imagination, and the more the news spreads, the stranger it becomes.

During this time, Yang Qingfeng studied the formation principles while patrolling the outskirts of Xiyuan. He encountered many demons and ghosts, killing a group of them and leaving one or two alive to serve as tongues to spread fear and hatred.

It wasn't until two days later, on the rooftop of a warehouse ruin, that it was discovered.

Yang Qingfeng was experimenting with combining various array bases to verify the results of his studies over the past few days when suddenly several dark figures quietly appeared, uttering a cold, detached statement:

"You are Fengtian?"

Yang Qingfeng didn't react for a moment. What Fengtian?

Looking up, one could see a nimble demon race skilled in stealth and concealment.

They were all dressed in black ghost armor, with cold and stern expressions, neatly armed and exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Sometimes you don't need to know too much about someone to get a general idea of ​​their strength; you can make a judgment just by looking at their appearance.

Teams with highly similar speech, behavior, appearance, and aura, and are highly in sync, undoubtedly possess stronger combat capabilities than ordinary teams.

But who is Fengtian?

Seeing that Yang Qingfeng remained silent, the leading ghost youth took it as tacit agreement.

The sound of his combat boots clicking echoed as he approached Yang Qingfeng, scrutinizing his demonic face up close. "I've heard you claim to be the Son of Heaven, sent down to the mortal realm by divine mandate to slay demons and monsters, vowing to exterminate alien races and unify the world for your human race?"

Yang Qingfeng became increasingly confused as he listened, and couldn't help but ask, "Is that so?"

The young man sneered, "That's good. I, the Night Clan's Ghost, will kill you today to prove my Dao."

After saying that, he disappeared on the spot, and his four teammates also vanished in a wisp of black wind.

But they did not leave.

Yang Qingfeng, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, took a half step back, just avoiding the cold glint of the throat-slitting blade. Then, he turned sideways and raised his leg to dodge the black light that rolled across the ground. At that moment, sonic booms appeared simultaneously from the front, back, and above his head. The three-headed night demons, wielding assassination skills, attacked from three sides and hit him at the same time.

With a loud crash, the already crumbling warehouse collapsed rapidly.

The fragile ground, unable to withstand the weight, collapsed with a deafening roar, sending up clouds of dust and smoke.

However, with smoke but no injuries, the three ghosts, who thought they had succeeded, all changed color and exclaimed in surprise.

"Be careful, it might be a trap!"

"impossible!"

"How is this possible!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, most of the warehouse ceiling collapsed, leaving no place to stand.

But Yang Qingfeng remained standing in the same spot, completely unharmed.

At his feet, Yu Junjian was wrapped in several layers of black cloth, making him stand more steadily, look more mysterious, and more imposing.

Upon seeing that Yang Qingfeng could actually control a sword and fly, the Night Demon youth's expression changed drastically. He immediately concealed his figure and coldly snorted, "No wonder you're so arrogant. Being able to withstand the combined attack of my brothers proves that you're definitely not a low-level cultivator."

"You're an illegal immigrant!"

Those who speak in absolutes are often the epitome of arrogance.

However, they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

Yang Qingfeng looked around but couldn't see the other party's whereabouts. He didn't even have time to cast an Insight spell. Unfortunately, the dexterity-type attack had limited destructive power. He put his sword energy on himself and felt that he could stand there and let the other party cut him until he cried for his parents.

This is also a method; it is much easier to cultivate fear by attacking the mind than by taking a life.

But it's no longer necessary.

Yang Qingfeng had recovered by this time. The first phase of the plan had been achieved when the other side mistakenly identified him as Fengtian and took the initiative to attack him.

Having established his reputation as a hero, the next phase begins: to use the name of heroism to summon the organization to the world.

It's actually quite convenient. He was originally worried about what to name the organization, but these demons and ghosts had already come up with a name for him, as if it were destiny.

Such is the will of Heaven, hence the name "Fengtian" (奉天), which, upon closer reflection, has quite a meaningful connotation.

Yang Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle, raising his hand to scatter a dozen or so pebbles.

The pebbles grazed past them, hovering in the air, and the five night demons hidden in the shadows instantly became alert.

At this moment, Yang Qingfeng's deep voice echoed, "I follow the will of Heaven, subdue demons, eliminate evil spirits, and drive away ghosts. Those who are not of my kind shall live or die in the hands of fate."

Perhaps because the legend of Fengtian had become so legendary among the demons and ghosts, at this moment, none of the five night ghosts mocked Yang Qingfeng.

On the contrary, seeing Yang Qingfeng proclaiming the justice of heaven while wearing an evil mask, they all felt their hearts pound and they panicked, especially with the rubble floating around them, which made them feel very uneasy.

The young man leading the Night Demons was no ordinary person and harbored his own ambitions. Seeing that Yang Qingfeng didn't take them seriously at all, he was unwilling to back down.

So he braced himself and said, "You're just a stowaway, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly."

"Don't worry, others may not know, but I do know a little. If you were a high-level smuggler, you would be subject to the rules of the battlefield and would never be able to stay in Pingchuan for long. Therefore, you are only a mid-to-low-level smuggler, no higher than level 40."

"Brothers, trust me, he won't last much longer, we..."

Before the young man from Night Demon could finish speaking, Yang Qingfeng decided he didn't want to listen anymore.

To create a dramatic effect, he slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers under the watchful gaze of the Night Demon youth.

With a particularly crisp snap, more than a dozen swords exploded simultaneously.

boom!!

The earth-shattering roar lasted only a moment.

The explosion from multiple sword strikes rushed into the young man's ears, instantly deafening him, bulging his eyes, and stretching his mind and body into a straight line.

A luminous jade pendant on the young man's body trembled violently, protecting his life.

However, the other four Night Demons were not so lucky. Without even a cry of pain, they were all torn to pieces by the sword explosion, and the blood mist instantly dispersed.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part. What horrified the young man the most was that the shockwave from the explosion also possessed devastating power, tearing the ruins apart and ripping the earth apart in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the area within a kilometer radius was reduced to ruins, and it was shredded to pieces.

Only the ruins behind him remained intact…

The young man's heart pounded, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, but he still covered his mouth and nose tightly to hold his breath, and moved to the side without anyone noticing.

After taking only a few steps, the Asura-faced demon suddenly looked this way.

The young man from the Night Demon froze on the spot, suffocating, thinking he was going to die.

At that moment, a soft laugh, like an ancient, enchanting sound, gently boomed into his mind.

"Heaven spared you; you're lucky."