Donghua Sanren looked at Ye Ling, who was gripping his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief. He stammered, "No, impossible… How did you pass through the black flames unscathed?"
The black flames, condensed by the combined efforts of the Shadow Corps, were divine flames potent enough to incinerate even a Saint's soul!
Donghua Sanren had believed that with the protection of the black flames, Ye Ling wouldn't even be able to get close to him. He had considered himself invincible!
But the reality was that Ye Ling had passed through the black flames unharmed and easily seized his neck!
He hadn't even seen Ye Ling's movement clearly!
Ye Ling looked at Donghua Sanren, whose eyes were filled with terror. A hint of pity flashed in Ye Ling's eyes as he said softly, "I originally thought you'd put on such a grand show to give me a surprise, but I didn't expect you to still be a waste, with nothing outstanding about you."
"All your preparations were meaningless. I almost regret letting you leave that villa."
Donghua Sanren, after all, had been eyeing the inheritance of the Creation God. Ye Ling had thought Donghua Sanren possessed some skill, which was why he played along with this farce.
But in the end, Donghua Sanren's trump cards were the Anti-Domain Barrier and the Blood Demon Array. With these two barriers combined, Donghua Sanren could at most contend with those at the Emperor Realm…
For Donghua Sanren to think he could defeat Ye Ling with this was a pipe dream!
Facing an enemy of Donghua Sanren's caliber, Ye Ling didn't even feel the urge to kill.
Upon hearing Ye Ling's contemptuous and mocking words, Donghua Sanren felt immensely insulted. His entire face contorted with rage.
He had lived for so long without ever experiencing such humiliation!
He could not tolerate this!
Veins bulged on Donghua Sanren's forehead. He grabbed Ye Ling's wrists with both hands and gritted his teeth, "Ye Ling, don't be so arrogant!"
"Move away!!!"
Donghua Sanren's hands gripped Ye Ling's wrists tightly, his arms bulging with veins. He unleashed immense strength, attempting to pry Ye Ling's hand from his neck.
However, even with all his might, Ye Ling's arm remained unmoving!
His hoarse roars only made him appear utterly ridiculous.
The Shadow Corps members in the corners of the room watched Donghua Sanren struggle in Ye Ling's grasp, exchanging glances, unsure of what to do.
The Shadow Corps were death warriors trained by the Shadow Hall, each possessing exceptional combat prowess and fearless in the face of death.
However, due to extremely rigorous and inhumane training, the Shadow Corps lacked the ability to think independently. They only acted according to their master's commands.
The four Shadow Corps members present had received orders to continuously shrink the range of the black flames, pushing Ye Ling and the Sword Spirit into a desperate situation…
But now that the one giving orders, Donghua Sanren, was in Ye Ling's hands, there was no point in them advancing the barrier. For a moment, the four Shadow Corps members didn't know what to do.
Unable to break free from Ye Ling, Donghua Sanren became enraged. He roared at the Shadow Corps members watching the scene, "What are you all standing around for? Save me! Kill them!!!"
As Donghua Sanren roared, the four Shadow Corps members instantly found their target. They each drew a black dagger, transformed into shadows, and charged towards Ye Ling and the Sword Spirit!
The next moment, all four Shadow Corps members vanished within the black flames, their auras completely undetectable.
Although their figures were no longer visible, the Sword Spirit felt a bone-chilling killing intent in the room!
"Where are they?"
Realizing the Shadow Corps were about to attack him, the Sword Spirit's mind instantly tensed. His gaze constantly swept the surroundings, searching for the Shadow Corps.
Large beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Unlike Ye Ling, the Sword Spirit felt a death threat from these four Shadow Corps members!
He knew very well that if he didn't handle this properly, he would be dragged into hell by those Shadow Corps members!
"Where exactly are they?"
The Sword Spirit searched everywhere, his heart pounding faster and faster, his spiritual energy circulating at an incredibly rapid pace.
In this confined space, sealed by black flames all around, the Sword Spirit, despite being a Saint, could not utilize most of his abilities!
Ye Ling, still holding Donghua Sanren's neck, saw the Sword Spirit searching like a headless fly and sighed slightly, reminding him, "They are in your shadow."
As soon as Ye Ling spoke, a Shadow Corps member emerged from the Sword Spirit's shadow, his dagger ruthlessly slashing towards the Sword Spirit's ankle!
Thanks to Ye Ling's warning, the Sword Spirit immediately detected the Shadow Corps member attempting to ambush him. He quickly condensed a long sword in his hand and unhesitatingly thrust it towards the Shadow Corps member's head within the shadow, intending to force the attacker back.
However, what the Sword Spirit didn't expect was that the Shadow Corps member had no intention of dodging his attack. He allowed his head to be pierced by the sword!
And precisely because the Shadow Corps member didn't dodge, his dagger easily severed the Sword Spirit's ankles. The Sword Spirit lost his balance and fell forward.
Simultaneously, another Shadow Corps member, hidden in the black flames, rushed out, dagger in hand, aiming directly for the Sword Spirit's vital spot!
"Damn it!"
The Sword Spirit never imagined that these Shadow Corps members would use suicidal attacks to gain an offensive advantage. Now, having lost his balance, he couldn't dodge the attack from the other Shadow Corps member. He could only hastily condense a spiritual energy barrier around his body and try his best to twist his form to avoid the vital areas!
*Swoosh!*
The Shadow Corps member's dagger easily pierced the Sword Spirit's protective spiritual energy and plunged fiercely into the junction of his neck and shoulder!
Crimson blood splattered from the Sword Spirit's neck!
Although the attacks of the two Shadow Corps assassins seemed to take a long time, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
In less than a breath, the Sword Spirit, who possessed Saint cultivation, was subdued by two perfectly coordinated Shadow Corps assassins!
Meanwhile, on Ye Ling's side, a Shadow Corps member also emerged from Ye Ling's shadow, holding a dagger that gleamed with cold light, swiftly slashing towards Ye Ling's ankle!
Seeing the Shadow Corps attempt the same trick used against the Sword Spirit to deal with him, Ye Ling chuckled, "Your little tricks might fool some cats and dogs, but they won't work on me!"
Ye Ling had no intention of dodging the Shadow Corps member's attack. Instead, he flung Donghua Sanren, who was in his hand, towards another Shadow Corps member hidden in the black flames.
At this moment, the Shadow Corps member hidden in Ye Ling's shadow also gripped his dagger and fiercely hacked at Ye Ling's ankle!
*Crack!*
Unlike the Sword Spirit, whose ankles were easily severed, the Shadow Corps member's dagger struck Ye Ling's ankle, but not even a white mark was left. The dagger directly snapped!
"What?"
Seeing his dagger break, the Shadow Corps member's usually calm eyes finally showed a hint of shock. But before he could retreat, he saw a foot stomp down fiercely towards him!
*Bang!*
Ye Ling stomped and crushed the head of the Shadow Corps member hidden in his shadow. A headless corpse appeared beneath Ye Ling's feet, its blood instantly scorched clean by the surrounding black flames.
The atmosphere in the private room grew even more tense.
The Shadow Corps member who had pierced the Sword Spirit's neck saw Ye Ling easily deal with their comrade. Without hesitation, he pulled the dagger from the Sword Spirit's neck and lunged at Ye Ling!
Even when facing a powerful enemy, they would unhesitatingly carry out their mission… This was the creed of the Shadow Corps!
A black streak flashed through the private room. In an instant, the Shadow Corps member was before Ye Ling, his dagger, capable of piercing Saint defenses, fiercely thrusting towards Ye Ling's eyes!
Dark flames coiled around the dagger, turning its white blade crimson!
Ye Ling watched the Shadow Corps member attack, a faint smile on his lips.
He didn't dodge. He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
*Snap!*
With the sound of the snapping fingers, the surrounding black flames, and the Shadow Corps member assassinating Ye Ling, seemed to be paused, completely frozen!
Everything in the world appeared to have stopped flowing.
Time stood still.
The Shadow Corps member stared directly into Ye Ling's eyes. His brain could still think, but his body was utterly incapable of moving!
Upon seeing Ye Ling's black eyes, as deep as the starry sky, the Shadow Corps member, who had previously feared no death, felt terror at this moment!
Ye Ling was simply impossible to defeat!