That face... when Ghost Emperor Wu Chong took off the golden mask.
Severely injured, Chen Mu, barely clinging to life beside him, felt his eyes nearly burst.
How could it be? Why does Ghost Emperor Wu Chong’s face look exactly like that useless Feng Xun?
Is it a coincidence or...?
Ghost Emperor Wu Chong has been famous for years, but few on the mainland have seen his true face. However, when you think about it, the years when the Underworld Yama Palace rose coincided with Feng Xun leaving the Beiqing Imperial Palace and the rise of the Feng Residence.
Moreover, Ye Lingyue just said she was engaged to Feng Xun, and she also said that the matter between Feng Xun and Wu Chong had nothing to do with others.
Wu Chong went mad, slaughtering the people of the Hunyuan Sect, only because he is Feng Xun.
The Sect Leader captured his fiancée.
The largest dark force on the mainland, the Underworld Yama Palace, and the richest Feng Residence, both belong to Feng Xun.
Chen Mu was shocked by this earth-shattering secret.
And he had always thought Feng Xun was a useless person.
Chen Mu, you’re a complete fool.
Chen Mu pressed on his wound, but blood kept oozing out from between his fingers, dyeing his hand red, as he stared foolishly at Ye Lingyue and Wu Chong.
The two of them, at this mont, had eyes only for each other.
Ye Lingyue smiled like a blooming flower, her beautiful face carrying a faint happiness. Due to the height difference, she slightly raised her head, looking like a bird depending on a person.
Wu Chong’s cold face was covered with a layer of soft light as he gazed at the little woman in front of him, as if she were the only one between heaven and earth.
The two of them looked at each other, lost in their world, with no barriers or room for others.
Chen Mu only felt more pain, not from his wound, but from his heart.
None of the three noticed that, as Ye Lingyue and Wu Chong t.
The door to the tomb had already fully opened.
That door, dark and gaping, had an Invitation Incense within the tomb, flickering on and off.
"Heh heh heh, what a touching scene of lovers, but unfortunately, I, the ancestor, must break up this pair today."
Accompanied by an arrogant voice, a loud sound ca from within the tomb.
As if struck by a blade from the void, a figure erged from the tomb.
Wu Chong and Ye Lingyue beca alert and looked towards the source of the voice.
It was an old man, dressed in a black-and-white wide robe, with snow-white hair and beard, high cheekbones, a narrow forehead, and a gaze cold and aloof.
By the old man’s side, a powerful wave of Primordial Power spread out.
"Ancestor, it’s good that you’re here. You must seek justice for the Hunyuan Sect; the Sect Leader and all disciples have been killed."
Seeing the old man, the hope rekindled in Chen Mu’s previously lifeless eyes.
He crawled to the feet of the Hunyuan Ancestor, weeping and wailing, recounting how the Sect Leader tried to capture Ye Lingyue, Wu Chong took revenge, and the Hunyuan Sect was slaughtered.
The more the Hunyuan Ancestor listened, the worse his expression beca.
Upon learning that only Chen Mu was left in the Hunyuan Sect, the Hunyuan Ancestor could no longer remain calm.
"You brat! You dare to slaughter my Hunyuan Sect to the last man! You dare to destroy the legacy I painstakingly preserved for thousands of years." When the Hunyuan Ancestor road the Qing Province Continent, even the Three Sects gave him so face.
Over the years, he had painstakingly nurtured the Hunyuan Sect, but who would have thought it would be destroyed by Wu Chong? Even though he had beco a God and had an extraordinary temperant, he was infuriated.
"You are the Hunyuan Ancestor? You’re here just in ti. The Light Talisman Restriction on Ling Yue was set by you, remove it quickly. Or else, I’ll turn you into an old turtle."
As Wu Chong spoke, the demonic power within him released, and the air around him began to distort.
"Release her? Dream on, boy. The woman behind you is the one the Divine Consort of the Northern Realm wants dead. When the Divine Consort wants her dead, she’s dead."
The Hunyuan Ancestor’s anger lessened considerably upon seeing Ye Lingyue and the Light Talisman.
Especially seeing Ye Lingyue unhard inside the Light Talisman, his delight was apparent.
The sect’s destruction was a fact, but fortunately, they captured Ye Lingyue. Killing her and reporting back would be a great rit.
Maybe when the Divine Consort is pleased, he might even be appointed as a minor lord in the Divine Realm, and then he could rebuild a sect in his territory, basking in even more glory.
Divine Consort of the Northern Realm?
Wu Chong frowned, intending to ask more, but noticed that Ye Lingyue’s expression changed dramatically upon hearing the words "Northern Realm" and "Divine Consort."
In her heart, it felt like being pricked by needles.
Two people flashed through Ye Lingyue’s mind.
It was a man and a woman. The man’s face was blurry and unclear.
In the man’s arms, a woman was nestled.
That woman, delicate and weak, like a white lotus.
"Ye Lingyue, Brother Jiu Ye never loved you. I carry his child. To save and my unborn child, he will hack you to pieces, using your flesh as dicine for ."
The woman let out a giggle.
Soone stepped forward, drew a knife, and slices of flesh were carved off. The physical pain was far less than the heart-wrenching pain.
"Hurts... it hurts so much." Ye Lingyue’s face turned ashen instantly.
Northern Realm, why does that na sound so familiar?
She tried to rember, but in her mind, it was as if an invisible hand prevented her from recalling, blurring her mory every ti she tried harder to rember.
"Ling Yue? What’s wrong?" Wu Chong tightened his heart seeing Ye Lingyue’s painful appearance.
He suddenly recalled a segnt of Ye Lingyue’s mory.
Could it be that the couple in Ye Lingyue’s lost mory were people from the Divine Realm, and judging from the Hunyuan Ancestor’s tone, their status wasn’t low?
The Divine Consort would be at least a Divine Master or higher in the Divine Realm.
"Hunyuan Ancestor, quickly lift the Light Talisman Restriction, or I will flatten your entire Hunyuan Sect." Ye Lingyue’s pain was apparent in Wu Chong’s eyes, causing his amber eyes to roll like turbulent waves.
He wanted to split the Light Talisman but hesitated, fearing he’d harm Ye Lingyue inside.
Wu Chong also understood that this Light Talisman wasn’t simple and was most likely an object of the Divine Realm.
If that’s the case, he must target the Hunyuan Ancestor.
Wu Chong raised his hand, and two streams of Primordial Power ford beneath his palm.
With several loud booms, the Primordial Power condensed into countless black hailstones, tightly packed, suspended in the sky.
Wu Chong’s arms shook, and the black hailstones hurled at the Hunyuan Ancestor fiercely.
The hailstones were so nurous, like a swarm of locusts. Even the Hunyuan Ancestor might not escape them all.
Furthermore, the Hunyuan Ancestor detected that the hailstones contained demonic power, causing his expression to slightly tense.
This young man had a strength that surpassed even that of An Ruosong, a One-step Divine Power Realm powerhouse.
The Hunyuan Ancestor rembered that when he had walked the continent, few elders, let alone the younger generation, possessed such terrifying strength.
Since when have the youths on the Qing Province Continent beco so abnormal in their strength?
"Wait, boy. If you want your beloved to die faster, just try hitting ."
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