The Blood Ghost hoped to use others to stall Ye Wushuang and create a chance to escape. To that end, he shouted continuously as he fled, his voice echoing for several miles in every direction.
Many heard his calls and took action.
Among them were disciples from the Feather Race, the Demon Abyss, the Celestial Sword Sect, and the Fiery Sun Sect, as well as so from other factions.
’How is that bastard so elusive? I thought he entered the Demon Hall in the Undying Ghost Abyss. Why is he here now?’
’Could he have obtained the Demon Hall’s inheritance, or perhaps one of its treasures?’
News about Ye Wushuang had already spread far and wide.
What drew the most attention was that Ye Wushuang had stepped into the mysterious Demon Hall.
Many had heard rumors about this Demon Hall. Wasn’t it connected to the peerless Fierce Demon who battled the Celestial Abyss back in Ancient Tis?
’Did Ye Wushuang get the inheritance and make it out?’
At the thought of that peerless Fierce Demon’s inheritance, everyone’s hearts burned with greed!
"Co on, let’s go see!"
Figure after figure stopped and rushed toward the shouts.
As they traveled through the air, Ye Wushuang quietly listened to Qianling describe so of the recent developnts in the Earth Palace.
Besides ntioning that the various disciples had each found their own opportunities, Qianling also brought up "Giant Spirit Mountain" and the "Divine Communication Tower."
The Divine Communication Tower was the center of the Earth Palace and also its most important location.
The origins of the Divine Communication Tower were a mystery. It had appeared along with the Earth Palace and contained countless treasures and opportunities—rewards for the disciples participating in the trial.
Therefore, every disciple undergoing the trial would eventually converge on the Divine Communication Tower.
But to enter the Divine Communication Tower, one first had to reach Giant Spirit Mountain, as the entrance was located there.
The Earth Palace trial was set to last for two months. With more than half the ti already passed, everyone had stopped their individual hunts and was now heading for Giant Spirit Mountain.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Just as Ye Wushuang was heading toward Giant Spirit Mountain, streams of light shot down from the sky, their terrifying killing intent sending a chill down the spine.
Beside Ye Wushuang, Qianling’s face paled. She could feel that the Power of Slaughter contained within the light was enough to annihilate her.
As the streams of light appeared, young mbers of the Feather Race descended from the sky to attack, their wings spread wide.
The Feather Race!
A cold glint flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes. Holding Qianling, he leaped through the void.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The streams of light pierced the void and exploded, their sharp killing power tearing space itself apart.
Qianling turned to look, her pretty face a mask of horror.
"Ye Wushuang, where do you think you’re going!"
A group from the Feather Race shouted coldly, their voices booming through the void like Thunder Sound.
The violent commotion imdiately drew everyone’s attention.
"Ye Wushuang, you can’t kill ! You can’t!" the Blood Ghost sneered from afar. He glanced back at Feng Jue, who was in pursuit, then continued his sprint toward Giant Spirit Mountain.
’Once I reach Giant Spirit Mountain, no one will be able to touch .’
"Ye Wushuang, your life ends here!"
The people from the Demon Abyss also arrived, treading through the air.
It wasn’t just them; many others were also rushing over!
The color drained from Qianling’s face, leaving it ashen.
’Just how many people want to kill Ye Wushuang?!’
Ye Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged, but the corner of his mouth curled into a cold, bloodthirsty arc.
Holding Qianling, he bent his knees and then launched himself upward, charging toward the Feather Race mbers like a streak of light.
The Feather Race mbers drew their bows and loosed a volley of arrow-like glints, all aid to kill Ye Wushuang.
Among them, many were at the True Essence Sixth Layer or higher, and there was even soone at the True Essence Eighth Layer. The attacks they unleashed were terrifyingly powerful.
Ye Wushuang didn’t slow down, charging forward like a moth drawn to a fla.
This horrified Qianling, but she remained silent. By Ye Wushuang’s side, she felt a strange sense of security.
’It was a feeling she had never experienced before!’
Kill!
The mont he neared the terrifying volley of arrows, the Dragon Blood Battle Saber slashed through the air, its blood-red light dazzlingly brilliant.
A blood-red canopy of light appeared, and all the arrows disintegrated in an instant.
A World-Destroying Slash, rampant and unopposed, incomparably powerful, engulfed a group of the Feather Race.
Many of the Feather Race were torn in two. So had their wings severed and fell from the sky, dripping with blood, only to be smashed to death on impact.
Only a few Feather Race mbers at the True Essence Eighth Layer managed to survive.
"Damn you, you animal! How dare you kill my people! You’ll die a miserable death!"
The few Feather Race survivors roared, nocking arrows and firing. The shafts transford into a sky-blotting volley, a storm of arrows aid to pierce the heart.
"You want to kill , and you expect to just stick my neck out and let you? You want to die a miserable death? I’ll make sure you die one first."
Ye Wushuang was impassive, charging forward like a God of Slaughter.
At that mont, Qianling was terrified of Ye Wushuang.
It was as if he had beco a blood-soaked Asura, a Demon who killed without blinking an eye!
RUMBLE!
Charging into the Firmant, Ye Wushuang clashed with the few surviving Feather Race mbers at the True Essence Eighth Layer.
"Ye Wushuang, you entered the Demon Hall and have fallen to the level of a Fierce Demon! You are an enemy that everyone has the right to kill!"
"Ye Wushuang has sided with the Fierce Demons! Kill him, quickly!"
"Ye Wushuang, hand over the Fierce Demon’s items! Allow us to seal them away to prevent them from bringing disaster upon the Grand Emperor Domain! Otherwise, you will be a sinner for all eternity."
One self-righteous rebuke after another thundered through the void as grandiose excuses spilled from their mouths.
It was as if they were the very embodint of justice, while Ye Wushuang was rely a Fierce Demon to be slain.
The treasures on his person were items of a Fierce Demon, to be confiscated and sealed to prevent disaster from befalling the world.
Countless people surged into the Firmant, charging toward Ye Wushuang with killing intent.
Their eyes were filled with greed!
They had long coveted the treasures Ye Wushuang possessed. Their thousand and one reasons were all just a pretext to kill him and seize them.
"Co on, then," Ye Wushuang said with a cold-blooded smile. "I happen to be short on points!"
Holding Qianling didn’t feel like a burden in the slightest, and he was in no hurry.
Among the people before him, the strongest was rely at the True Essence Eighth Layer.
’Now that I’ve broken through to the True Essence Fifth Layer and mastered the World-Destroying Slash and the Supre Transformation True Demon, what is there to fear!’
World Destruction!
His cold eyes locked onto the few surviving Feather Race mbers as a blood-red blade of light descended upon them like a shroud from the heavens.
The faces of those Feather Race mbers changed, and they spread their wings to retreat in a burst of speed.
But the power of the World-Destroying Slash was too terrifying. With a flash, the blade of light extended outward.
Instantly, their bodies were struck. They cracked and bled uncontrollably, plumting like birds with broken wings.
Ye Wushuang dove down, his Dragon Blood Battle Saber swinging relentlessly. Eighty-one Qi Vortexes and thirty percent of his Invincible Saber Intent empowered his "World Destruction" technique.
Everything within a four to five li radius around him was torn asunder.
Those few Feather Race mbers were annihilated. So of the people who had rushed to the front were also unable to escape their doom, their bodies sliced apart.
PFFT! PFFT!
Sprays of blood blossod one after another, like uncanny Mandalas.
"Fierce Demon!"
"Ye Wushuang, you treat life as if it’s worthless! You Fierce Demon! You’ll die a miserable death!"
Terrified voices, laced with venomous curses, rose from below. In a single exchange, before they had even touched a hair on Ye Wushuang’s head, a whole crowd of people had died.
Ye Wushuang was too ruthless, too savage!
This made everyone’s eyelids twitch. They backed away continuously, fleeing toward Giant Spirit Mountain.
Ye Wushuang didn’t bother with idle talk. He gave chase, killing one person with every slash of his saber.
’A Fierce Demon, am I? Then a Fierce Demon I’ll be!’
Blood paved his path. Like a God of Slaughter, Ye Wushuang pulled one corpse after another into the Dragon Blood Divine Cauldron.
"Ye Wushuang, don’t kill ! I’m from the Yunlan Ancient Teachings—Pfft!" Before the disciple could finish speaking, a flash of saber light severed his neck.
’The Yunlan Ancient Teachings? So what?’
’If they hadn’t tried to kill , would I have gone out of my way to kill them for no reason?’
"Run!"
Watching the figures behind them fall one by one, the people in front were scared out of their wits. They fled madly toward Giant Spirit Mountain, intending to have the strongest disciples there suppress and kill Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang followed close behind, his assault never ceasing. It looked as though he intended to slaughter his way to Giant Spirit Mountain!
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