The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1104: The Man in the Black Mist’s Confidence

Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104: The Man in the Black Mist’s Confidence

"These scythes contain the souls of cultivators who died by my hand, their grudges and anger enough to devour every living person."

"Even if you are a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, under these scythes, you’ll find no place for your corpse to rest!"

Ning Fan’s brow furrowed deeply, as the oppressive feeling brought on by these scythes was far stronger than the ghostly shadows encountered earlier.

He had the feeling that if he allowed these scythes to strike him, he would most likely not withstand them.

"So, you’ve been harvesting countless cultivators in this Secret Realm, and all those damaged Magic Artifacts outside were destroyed as those cultivators fought back."

By now, Ning Fan had finally come to his senses.

This place was indeed a Secret Realm, but not necessarily one with any secret treasures.

The Man in the Black Mist lured a large number of cultivators into the Secret Realm using the pretense of hidden treasures, then killed and devoured them.

Only this could explain why the Man in the Black Mist was imbued with so many cultivators’ resentments.

"And what can you do now that you understand? No matter how strong your cultivation is, you’re still just one person."

"Among these cultivators were those stronger than you, yet even they could only die of exhaustion in my Secret Realm, let alone an ordinary cultivator like you."

The Man in the Black Mist was extremely confident. In the past, no matter the opponent’s level of cultivation, as long as he used this move, he would ultimately erase them completely.

After all, in this realm of memory, a cultivator’s power is constantly drained.

Maybe they could withstand it at first, but in the end, Spiritual Power would be depleted entirely.

Before him, a cultivator without Spiritual Power was no different from an ordinary person.

"I can hardly wait to see you ground down by resentment, howling in anguish and begging me for a quick end!"

The Man in the Black Mist looked down upon Ning Fan, and even though his face had no features, a sinister smile seemed to emerge.

"Go! Tear this guy to shreds for me!"

At the command of the Man in the Black Mist, a multitude of ghostly figures clutching scythes swooped straight toward Ning Fan.

These ghostly figures formed a massive wave of dark energy in midair, their presence as terrifying as an army of thousands charging into battle.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Black Shadow Legion had already surged to Ning Fan’s front.

Fortunately, Ning Fan was prepared; streams of Spiritual Power burst forth from within him, converging into countless Spiritual Sword Rays around him to form a river of swords as a barricade.

"Break!"

Ning Fan formed a sword with his fingers, and the river of swords surged forward in response to his motion, roaring like the Milky Way clashing ferociously with the Black Shadow Legion.

Boom!

A deafening explosion sounded, the clashing of metal resonating nonstop.

Ning Fan stood his ground, not retreating an inch from start to finish, calmly watching the Black Shadow Legion and the river of swords in combat.

Now trapped in a world of spiritual power, he couldn’t make use of items like the Jadestone Mini-sword but had to rely on his purest Spiritual Power.

"Disperse!"

Just as the two forces were locked in a stalemate, Ning Fan suddenly spoke.

Following that, a surge of Spiritual Power once again erupted from within him and poured ferociously into the river of swords.

With the enhancement of Spiritual Power, the expanse of the river of swords swelled several times over, completely engulfing the entire Black Shadow Legion.

However, Ning Fan’s complexion suddenly turned pale, clearly indicating the massive consumption of his Spiritual Power.

As the river of swords roared forth, the entire Black Shadow Legion could no longer resist its force and was utterly submerged by it.

Piercing screams echoed through the air as though countless steel blades were scraping against eardrums, causing even Ning Fan to feel throbbing pain in his head.

As the last remnants of the Black Shadow Legion were swallowed by the river of swords, they vanished without a trace.

"How is this possible?"

The Man in the Black Mist watched Ning Fan in disbelief.

That was his trump card, his pride; no Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator could ever escape from it.

Yet the young man before him had just effortlessly shattered it, not even scratching him in the least.

"Swish!"

Ning Fan didn’t grant him time to react, immediately directing the river of swords to surge forth, charging straight at the Man in the Black Mist.

The Man in the Black Mist showed a look of great alarm and hurriedly waved his hands, condensing robust black mist together.

This black mist coalesced into a solid shield while the surging black mist covered the river of swords.

This black mist seemed peculiar, possessing more spirit than the mist before.

Any portion of the river of swords that was enveloped by the black mist began to blacken as if corrupted, and once completely darkened, it dissipated, transforming into Spiritual Power in the air.

Ning Fan attempted to reclaim this Spiritual Power into his body but found it filled with a mix of emotions.

He could absorb it, but he would have to use Spiritual Power to eradicate the emotions within.

"Indeed, this thing is full of peculiarities, and it also harbors hidden techniques."

Ning Fan didn’t underestimate his foe, yet the Man in the Black Mist’s abilities still went beyond his expectations.

Even his Spiritual Sword Rays could be polluted and directly broken down into Spiritual Power.

He looked up at the Man in the Black Mist and shook his head, "Is this your ultimate move? It’s hardly impressive. It seems that those who died by your hand in the past weren’t all that after all."

Then, he pointed once more, using this burst of Spiritual Power to release all the negative emotions contained within.