"Damn it!"
Wang Shucheng couldn't think of anything else and rushed forward, trying to create distance from Ye Ling.
But the moment he took a step forward, his head was grabbed by Ye Ling.
The three shadows in front of him, who hadn't had time to catch up, instantly dissipated!
"That's all the tricks you have."
Ye Ling chuckled mockingly, grabbed Wang Shucheng's head, and slammed it towards the ground!
*Bang!*
The marble slab shattered, and Wang Shucheng's head was buried in the ground!
The scene was extremely brutal!
"I haven't lost yet!"
At this moment, Wen Tianhao, who was left with only one arm, jumped out of the ruins again. He traced a perfect parabola in the air and hurled himself at Ye Ling!
The *Dragon Elephant Vajra Art* was fully activated, and a dragon-elephant dharma image condensed behind Wen Tianhao, spewing flames.
A violent aura swept through the Zheng Yi Sect!
Ye Ling released Wang Shucheng, raised his eyes to look at Wen Tianhao descending from the sky, and said indifferently, "I held back quite a bit earlier, specifically sparing your life. Are you in such a hurry to die?"
Demonic energy surged around Ye Ling, and a demonic sword condensed in his hand. He lightly flicked it upwards, "Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way."
Wen Tianhao and Ye Ling crossed paths. His punch fiercely struck the training ground, causing it to shatter!
Even the entire Dragon Dao Mountain trembled a few times!
It was truly earth-shattering!
It made everyone present turn pale.
The demonic sword in Ye Ling's hand slowly dissipated.
Behind him, Wen Tianhao's chest spurted blood. He then knelt down and fell into a pool of blood.
He was no longer breathing.
The entire scene was plunged into silence.
All the cultivators fighting within the Zheng Yi Sect turned their gazes towards Ye Ling, their eyes filled with dread.
Although those people didn't know who Wen Tianhao was, the aura and power Wen Tianhao had displayed just now were of the Unrivaled Might realm!
Among the cultivators present, not a single one dared to claim they were stronger than Wen Tianhao!
Wen Tianhao's punch just now was enough to smash them into pulp!
But...
Such an Unrivaled Might expert was so casually killed by Ye Ling.
Their limited imagination couldn't fathom how strong Ye Ling truly was!
"It seems... we were unnecessary..."
Zhang Zhiyue and Zhang Mingyu saw Ye Ling make a move for the first time. They both swallowed, their eyes filled with disbelief, and exchanged wry smiles.
That was the Fiery Vajra, an eighth-rank cultivator!
After dealing with Wen Tianhao, Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged. He calmly looked at the empty space ahead and said indifferently, "Come out."
"There's still someone else?"
As soon as Ye Ling spoke, the surrounding crowd was immediately filled with shock!
Having two eighth-rank cultivators was enough to annihilate their Zheng Yi Sect. Now, hearing Ye Ling's words, there was still a hidden expert lurking in the shadows?
The Heavenly Masters of the Zheng Yi Sect were bewildered.
How much enmity did this Hong Chen Pavilion have with their Zheng Yi Sect to deploy such a massive force?
Even Zhang Mingyu himself was somewhat confused, not understanding why his life was worth so much!
The atmosphere around them grew even heavier.
Zhang Mingkong didn't understand what Ye Ling's words meant and kept retreating.
The reinforcements he had invited were only Wen Tianhao and Wang Shucheng. He thought that with these two top experts, their operation would be foolproof.
He never expected that from the Zheng Yi Sect's side, Ye Ling would appear midway, his strength being unbelievably formidable. Both eighth-rank cultivators were instantly killed!
It was completely unreasonable!
Zhang Mingkong was completely despairing.
"As expected of the youth who annihilated our pavilion's branch, to be able to detect my presence."
At this moment, a clear voice echoed in everyone's ears. Then, the space next to Zhang Mingkong distorted slightly, and a long-haired man walked out from it.
His long hair cascaded down his shoulders, his features were exquisite, he wore a white robe, and held a white jade long sword in his hand, looking like a handsome man who had stepped out of a painting.
When the surrounding cultivators saw the man appear, they felt an urge to prostrate themselves in worship. Many with weak wills immediately knelt down.
"Such powerful aura!"
Upon seeing the long-haired man appear, Zhang Zhiyue's expression instantly changed.
Although he didn't recognize the long-haired man who had suddenly appeared, the man's aura was something he had never seen in his life!
Zhang Zhiyue was certain that even in his prime, he was far inferior to this long-haired man!
Is he a ninth-rank Hong Chen Immortal?
This thought suddenly appeared in Zhang Zhiyue's mind.
Although he dared not believe it, only a Hong Chen Immortal could possess such an aura!
Does another Hong Chen Immortal exist in this world?
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiyue trembled. This was simply... too insane!
"M-Master..."
Although Zhang Mingkong didn't recognize the long-haired man, he vaguely felt that this man was on their side, so he quickly bowed deeply to the long-haired man.
The long-haired man glanced at Zhang Mingkong, drew his white jade long sword, and then with a flash of sword light.
Zhang Mingkong's head flew off.
The sword was sheathed.
Zhang Mingkong slumped to the ground.
Apart from Ye Ling, no one present saw the long-haired man's move.
The speed was too fast!
In the blink of an eye!
"Master Ye..."
In the distance, Zhang Xiaoxia, who was taking care of the unconscious Zhang Daoyuan, saw the long-haired man appear. Endless worry flashed in her beautiful eyes, her small fists clenched, and she was extremely nervous.
She knew Ye Ling was strong, so strong that it surpassed her understanding.
But now, the strength of the long-haired man also surpassed her understanding!
Zhang Xiaoxia could no longer judge whether Ye Ling could defeat this long-haired man!
"It's him!"
On the other side, Zhuge Yehan, who had reattached Zhuge Feng's arms and had just arrived at the training ground, his face filled with terror and his body trembling violently upon seeing the long-haired man appear.
The reason he betrayed the Wu Hou Sect and joined the Hong Chen Pavilion was entirely due to this long-haired man's coercion!
That Heavenly Abyss Immortal, Mo Wuming!
A quasi-ninth-rank Hong Chen Immortal!
"Why is he here?"
Zhuge Yehan trembled all over and instinctively retreated, not daring to stay there any longer.
"Little Yehan, where are you going?"
At this moment, Mo Wuming's voice sounded behind Zhuge Yehan, causing endless fear to well up in Zhuge Yehan's eyes.
"S-Senior..."
Zhuge Yehan dared not turn his head, calling out tremblingly, his legs constantly shaking.
The fear that Mo Wuming had instilled in him was something he could never forget!
He thought that after joining the Hong Chen Pavilion, he would never see this demon again, but he never expected to encounter him here.
Mo Wuming placed a hand on Zhuge Yehan's shoulder and chuckled, "What, are you afraid of this King?"
Zhuge Yehan's entire body stiffened, and he trembled, saying, "J-junior wouldn't dare?"
"Heh... Fear is fear, no need to hide it." Mo Wuming chuckled. "There are those in this world who do not fear me, but they are not among you."
With that, Mo Wuming transformed into a wisp of smoke again, bringing Zhuge Yehan to a spot not far from Ye Ling. He looked at Ye Ling and squinted with a smile, "Youth, my surname is Mo, my name is Wuming. I have taken a liking to your abilities."
Ye Ling chuckled, "So, what do you want?"
Mo Wuming condensed a plum blossom in his hand with spiritual energy and sniffed it, "When flowers bloom, pluck them if you can; do not wait for empty branches."
"I wish to invite Your Excellency to join the Hong Chen Pavilion. What do you think?"
Ye Ling refused, "I'm very sorry, I still want to slaughter your Hong Chen Pavilion clean... I have no intention of joining you."
"That's truly a shame."
Mo Wuming lowered his eyelids, and the plum blossom in his hand withered. "What I hate the most are talented individuals who don't know their place."
Zhuge Yehan, standing beside them, his expression changed drastically!
He felt a chill run through his entire body!
This sentence...
He was extremely familiar with it!