One Man Holds the Pass

Mount Kunlun.

The morning sun was just rising.

Chen Feng’s mood grew increasingly heavy.

The deeper he went, the more corpses he encountered along the way.

Everywhere he looked, there were dead bodies; the scene was unbearably oppressive.

Following the direction of the sun, he headed east and soon came upon that fake dragon vein once again.

At that moment, his eyes fell upon those eight large characters.

A profound sadness washed over Chen Feng.

“Jade Mountain Yaochi, Kunlun Ancestral Vein.”

Zhang Bowen had used just eight characters to lure people from all over the world like fools, sending them to their deaths.

As far as the eye could see, it was nothing but corpses.

The thick stench of blood churned Chen Feng’s stomach.

Perhaps it was because Mount Kunlun was so special—

These corpses showed no signs of decay.

Suddenly, a guttural roar shattered Chen Feng’s thoughts.

The roar came from within the fake dragon vein.

According to Gu Qianqian,

this place’s real name was Four Symbols Abyss.

It was an extremely dangerous area.

Deeper inside lay the Eight Forbidden Zones and the Sixty-Four Ghost Tombs—deadly places all.

Just hearing the names alone was enough for Chen Feng to know the danger.

And it was said that the mighty flood dragon was nestled within the Azure Dragon Tomb in the Four Symbols Abyss.

He sprinted swiftly toward the mountain entrance of the Four Symbols Abyss.

By then, the entrance was already piled high with corpses.

Passing through the narrow Ten-Meter Pass, Chen Feng peered inside.

He was instantly stunned.

The same sky stretched above.

The sun shone brightly from all directions.

Except for one towering peak piercing the clouds far ahead, shrouded in dark clouds, crackling with thunder and lightning.

Even from several kilometers away,

Chen Feng could clearly see a colossal serpentine creature coiling around the entire mountain peak, exhaling a green mist downward.

“Flood dragon!”

Those two words flashed instantly in his mind.

When Chen Feng had first heard Gu Qianqian mention the flood dragon, he had imagined a slightly larger snake or perhaps a four-legged lizard with claws.

Now, seeing the flood dragon for real,

Chen Feng realized he had both overcomplicated and oversimplified it.

The flood dragon was simply a snake—no claws—but it seemed to have a pair of horns.

Only it was unimaginably enormous.

Its massive serpentine body coiled tightly around the mountain peak.

It looked like a giant snake hanging on a tree branch.

The true size of its body was beyond comprehension.

Seeing that the flood dragon remained coiled atop the peak, showing no sign of pursuit,

Chen Feng’s heart finally eased a little.

At that moment, he also noticed a large group of people running back from afar.

Even from a distance, Chen Feng could hear the sounds of fighting.

Ahead was a group of compatriots from Daxia fleeing, while countless invaders chased after them.

Seeing the invaders,

Chen Feng’s mind flashed back to the senior predecessors who had died saving him.

The bloodstained scenes, the tragic silhouettes—they were still vivid in his memory.

Chen Feng clasped his hands together.

A giant shadow, identical to himself, suddenly appeared, towering over ten meters tall.

The shadow’s arms wrapped around two golden dragons, its right hand grasping at the air before sharply pulling to the left.

Seven blood-red strings of a qin (ancient Chinese zither) materialized out of thin air.

The Daxia youths frantically fleeing in the distance

soon spotted Chen Feng at the exit.

“Look! What is that?”

“Looks like a martial arts shadow!”

“Enemy or ally?”

“It should be one of ours. Foreigners don’t have such a high cultivation level at the top-tier martial artist stage.”

…

A few hundred meters of distance, to a group of elite martial artists, was nothing more than a matter of seconds.

As soon as they recognized Chen Feng’s face, they immediately confirmed he was one of their own.

From far away, a group of them began shouting loudly:

“Run!”

“What are you standing there for?”

“Move, don’t be foolish!”

“There are too many invaders, we can’t fight!”

...

Hearing the shouts of his comrades, Chen Feng smiled faintly.

“In this wild, desolate mountain, trapped in Kunlun, it’s good to see living comrades.”

“But seeing living enemies… that feeling’s not so good.”

He recalled how, at the beginning, with only five hundred vitality, he was hunted like a lost dog by these guys.

Now, his vitality had broken through Kunlun’s limit, reaching one thousand one hundred.

On top of that, he had gained an additional Heavenly-Human Unity cultivation technique.

The lost dog had now become a mighty lion.

It was time to reclaim his former standing!

His greatest weakness before had been the vast gap in vitality.

He could only rely on the Heavenly-Human Unity martial realm to make up for the difference.

But now, Chen Feng was confident.

As long as he didn’t run into a freak like Zhang Bowen,

no one here was a match for him.

Even without using the fusion techniques,

just with the Heavenly-Human Unity realm’s Heaven-Shattered Kick, he could strike or retreat at will.

Even if Wei Guangming showed up, he’d have to accept defeat on the spot.

Soon, Chen Feng made contact with his compatriots from the Great Xia.

As they passed by, voices of warning rang in his ears again:

“Run! There are at least a hundred thousand invaders!”

“Forget about the Dragon Vein! We don’t need to guard it anymore.”

“Brother, get out of here! The Dragon Vein is safe, no one can harm it now.”

“You’re still young, don’t be reckless!”

...

At this moment, they all thought Chen Feng had lost his mind—either blinded by rage, seeking revenge for fallen kin, or stubbornly trying to protect the Dragon Vein.

Listening to their warnings, Chen Feng circulated his vitality and shouted loudly:

“Today, I am invincible!”

“No invader will leave here alive!”

A colossal martial spirit suddenly swung its right arm fiercely, scraping across the strings of a qin.

The qin’s sound roared like continuous thunder, echoing for thousands of meters.

The sound waves transformed into countless five-clawed golden dragons, piercing through the air and bursting with sonic booms.

In an instant, they collided with the invading army tens of meters away.

Three Heavenly-Human Unity techniques fused together, combined with vitality beyond Kunlun’s limit,

unleashing an overwhelming, dimension-crushing assault.

The invaders at the front, relying on their numbers, launched a counterattack together.

But their efforts were like ants shaking a tree, futile and laughable.

With each explosion, the front line erupted in plumes of blood mist.

The ground and stones shattered instantly under the sonic waves, raising thick dust clouds.

With just this one strike, dozens of invaders at the front were killed on the spot.

Such power stunned everyone present.

The invaders behind froze in fear.

After the strike, silence fell over the scene.

As the dust and blood mist cleared,

dozens of bodies lay on the ground, their seven orifices bleeding profusely.

“How is this possible? How can he be so strong?”

“Omega! Is this the true power of a top-tier martial artist?”

“Impossible! We’re all top-tier martial artists here. How could he be so much stronger?”

“Could it be that the Martial Saint of Daxia has personally descended, lowering his Qi and blood cultivation to wipe us out here on Kunlun Mountain?”

“He’s not a Martial Saint. Martial Saints can’t be this young.”

...

With just this single strike, all the invaders were driven back, too afraid to take another step forward.

Some even began to retreat hastily.

At this moment, even a fool could understand:

Whoever stands at the front line is doomed to die.

This one strike also shocked the fleeing survivors from Daxia, forcing them to turn back in disbelief, then slowly come to a halt.

At this moment, Chen Feng’s figure, framed by the shadow of his martial spirit, appeared extraordinarily imposing.

In the hearts of these Daxia survivors, an indelible mark was left.

And silently, a phrase echoed in everyone’s mind:

“One man guards the pass; ten thousand cannot break through!”

Such overwhelming might, swallowing mountains and rivers!