The coffin was opened, and Yue Zifeng appeared before everyone. Although he had seen Yue Zifeng before, when he saw him again, Long Chen's murderous intent still surged to the heavens.
Yue Zifeng's entire body was covered in nails, each covered with soul runes, bearing Zuo Yan's soul fluctuations—clearly his own handiwork.
"That beast,"
Gu Yang said through gritted teeth. Yue Zifeng must be enduring unimaginable torment.
"This is troublesome. These nails bear Zuo Yan's soul imprint. Once touched, they will explode.
The most terrifying thing was that these nails were connected to the soul seals; any one of them would trigger the other nails to explode. After inspecting these nails, Xia Chen's expression changed.
"Can't pull it out?" Long Chen asked.
"There is a way, but it will take quite a bit of time. I'm afraid Zifeng won't last that long." Xia Chen said.
"Let me do it!"
At this moment, Long Zhantian walked over, his large hand slowly pressing against Yue Zifeng's chest. Seven-colored divine light surged, enveloping all the nails.
"Whoosh"
Long Zhantian raised his large hand, pulling a full 360 nails out of Yue Zifeng's body.
"Dad, you're amazing! This control is incredible!" Long Chen sincerely exclaimed.
The biggest challenge in pulling out the nail is to ensure the force is evenly distributed and not to lose the balance of force on the nail—not a hair's breadth missing, or all the effort will be wasted.
Xia Chen could use the formation to extract it, but many preparations were needed in the early stages. Although Long Chen was extremely confident in his control, he didn't dare to try even the gentlest purple blood power.
Because he knew that with his strength, the failure rate was extremely high. If he made even a small mistake, Yue Zifeng would lose his life. He didn't dare to take the risk.
But seeing Long Zhantian achieve it with a wave of his hand, Long Chen was deeply impressed by his control, his eyes full of envy. If he could do this, maybe he would have a chance to take down that idiot Zuo Yan.
"Cough, cough, cough... The
nail was pulled out, and Yue Zifeng's body trembled. Having broken the seal, he coughed.
"Zifeng"
Seeing Yue Zifeng wake up, Long Chen and the others were instantly overjoyed.
Yue Zifeng leaned against Song Mingyuan, his face pale as paper, but his eyes still shone with sharpness. When he saw Long Chen, Yue Zifeng smiled:
"I knew it. As long as I fused with the Sword God fragment, the boss would have a chance to save me."
"Too bad your boss is incompetent and couldn't help you take down this idiot." Long Chen said bitterly.
Hearing Long Chen say this, Yue Zifeng's eyes lit up: "That's perfect. Once I comprehend the sword intent within the Sword God fragment, I'll go kill him!"
"Don't chop him down, use these nails to nail him down!" Bai Xiaole added.
Yue Zifeng smiled slightly, wanting to speak, but his eyelids were extremely heavy, and the words reached his lips but never came out.
"You rest first. Once you've recovered, go find him for revenge. Whether you chop him into minced meat or mash it into minced meat is up to you."
Long Chen hurriedly fed Yue Zifeng a pill, and Yue Zifeng immediately fell into a deep sleep. Yue Zifeng's physical body was frail, and this kind of injury was immense to him.
"Pure sword cultivators like this are already extremely rare in this world." Long Zhantian looked at Yue Zifeng, a look of admiration on his face.
"Father, what does it mean to be a pure sword cultivator?" Long Chen asked.
Long Zhantian said, "A pure sword cultivator is the most primitive sword cultivator, a unique cultivation system created by the Sword God."
The hallmark of this lineage is that they pour their whole heart and soul into the sword; the sword is the bound of their life; apart from the sword, nothing else matters.