My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The Zhou family members breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the terrifying monster disappear into the ground, but they were also worried that its escape would bring retaliation.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng calmly put down his teacup and looked up in the direction the armored corpse had fled.

The gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of houses and the earth, revealing the ferocious figure rapidly traversing the depths of the earth.

He did not get up, but spoke calmly and clearly: "Brother Dao, do not worry, it cannot leave."

Chi Yangzi was taken aback, somewhat confused, but felt a strange sense of relief.

Ye Qingfeng then turned his gaze to a sword-wielding guard beside Zhou Wenxuan. "Brave warrior, is your sword still sharp? May I borrow it?"

The guard, already numb from the series of events that had unfolded that night, almost instinctively presented his sword with both hands upon hearing this, stammering, "Sharp... sharp... Immortal, please use it!"

Ye Qingfeng did not take the sword, but merely smiled slightly at him, then said to Chiyangzi, "Brother Dao, can you believe that your sword can travel such a distance?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Yangzi was suddenly jolted, and a legendary term flashed through his mind like lightning—Sword Control Technique!

Could it be...? He looked at Ye Qingfeng in disbelief.

The art of sword control, capable of taking a person's head from a thousand miles away, is an unparalleled divine ability of sword cultivators, and has long been almost legendary!

Fellow Daoist Ye, you even possess such supernatural powers...

He looked into Ye Qingfeng's calm eyes, which revealed an undeniable composure and absolute confidence.

Suppressing the overwhelming shock within him, Chi Yangzi nodded emphatically: "I believe you! I believe you!"

By this point, he had almost blindly trusted Ye Qingfeng. Having witnessed even the ability to shrink distances, it seemed unsurprising for him to see anything else.

Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly after receiving a reply.

He didn't make any exaggerated hand gestures or chant incantations; he simply pointed his fingers like a sword at the sheathed sword held by the guard and made a light, imperceptible point in the air.

"Zheng—!"

A clear, melodious sword cry, like the cry of a phoenix or the roar of a dragon, suddenly burst forth from that ordinary scabbard!

The longsword seemed to be awakened from its slumber by an unparalleled will, vibrating and humming excitedly, its sheath trembling!

Immediately afterwards, with a clang, the longsword automatically detached from its sheath, transforming into a clear, cold, and sharp azure sword light, as clear as autumn water and as cold as a star.

Hovering a foot or so in front of Ye Qingfeng, the sword tip was slightly lowered, as if waiting for instructions.

The sword's brilliance is restrained, yet it naturally exudes a sharpness that cuts through illusions and reaches far and wide.

Everyone in the hall was stunned by this amazing sight. Zhou Yongfu opened his mouth wide and made a "hoho" sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Qingfeng's gaze returned to the distant spot where the armored corpse had fled, as if locking onto a target imperceptible to ordinary people, and he uttered a single word:

"go."

Upon receiving the command, the cyan sword light emitted a joyful, clear sound, and its radiance intensified slightly.

It then transformed into a slender yet incredibly dazzling stream of azure light, instantly piercing through the banquet hall window and disappearing into the deep night outside!

Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, as if it had directly merged into the void and disappeared.

The hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes fixed on the direction where the sword light disappeared, then looked at Ye Qingfeng, who remained seated calmly with an expressionless face.

Chi Yangzi strained his eyes and pushed his perception to the limit in an attempt to track the sword light.

He only "saw" that the sword light did not fly in a straight line after leaving the hall.

Instead, it deflected slightly at a mysterious and indescribable angle, as if it had directly locked onto a high-speed moving target deep within the earth, and then... it plunged straight into the ground!

It didn't break through the soil, but rather, like a fish entering water, it merged seamlessly into the earth and continued to travel underground at an astonishing speed!

Its direction was exactly where the armored corpse had fled!

This is no longer a simple flying sword, but a true sword-controlling supernatural power that can be used to track enemies underground and control them as easily as an extension of one's own arm!

Time passed slowly amidst extreme tension and anticipation.

What should have been a few breaths felt like an eternity to the Zhou family.

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said softly, "You're back."

Before the words were finished, the clear, melodious sound of a sword rang out again from outside the window, approaching in an instant.

A streak of blue light flew back through the window; it was the longsword.

And on the tip of the sword, something was steadily held.

It was the head of that armored corpse, ferocious and enormous, with its eyes wide open but now dull and lifeless, and wisps of black smoke still rising from the severed neck!

The blue light faded, and the longsword, carrying the severed head, flew nimbly to the table in front of Ye Qingfeng, its blade trembling slightly.

With a "thud," the head was tossed onto the table, and then, with a soft hum, it automatically returned to the still-open scabbard in the hand of the guard beside him.

It fits perfectly, as if it had never been drawn.

The entire process, from the flying sword leaving the hall to its return with the skull, took no more than ten breaths.

The hall was completely silent, deathly silent.

Zhou Yongfu's legs went weak, and he slumped into the armchair, his body covered in cold sweat.

Looking at the hideous zombie head on the table, and then at the guard beside him whose long sword had been sheathed and seemed to be just an ordinary weapon.

Finally, looking at Ye Qingfeng's calm and expressionless face, his mind went completely blank, leaving only boundless awe and fear.

This...this is immortal magic! True immortal magic!

Taking the enemy's head from hundreds of feet away, deep underground, is as easy as taking something out of a bag!

Zhou Wenxuan was also trembling all over, so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He looked at Ye Qingfeng as if he were looking up at a god.

The old Taoist priest Chiyangzi let out a long breath, his face still showing shock.

Sword control technique... and a sword control technique that allows you to burrow underground to track and precisely strike your enemies!

This was completely beyond his understanding of "spells".

This fellow Daoist Ye... no, Senior Ye, his cultivation level has probably reached a point that he cannot even imagine.

At this moment, Yunhe Zhenren Wu He was slumped on the threshold outside the hall, not yet having truly escaped far away.

Just as he scrambled to his feet, preparing to continue his escape, he suddenly saw a streak of blue light fly out of the banquet hall.

It disappeared underground in the blink of an eye, then flew back, bringing with it the familiar head of the armored corpse...

He was struck dumb, completely frozen, as if all his strength had been drained away, and collapsed to the ground again.

His face was ashen, and his eyes held only utter despair and disbelief.

The armored corpse... just died like that?

So far underground?

Sword control technique... the legendary sword control technique... what kind of being have I provoked?

Ye Qingfeng, however, acted as if he had only done a trivial matter. He glanced at the head on the table and said to Chi Yangzi.

"Brother Dao, the evil corpse has been eliminated. As for that True Man Yunhe..."

His gaze calmly swept over the limp figure outside the hall.

"Please, fellow Daoist, 'invite' him back. There are some things we still need to ask him."