Mo Wu Ming's long hair danced wildly as the blood-red longsword suspended in the air landed in his hand!
At this moment, several sharp spikes shot out from the sword's hilt, piercing his wrist and connecting the sword to his hand.
Seeing the state of the sword, Ye Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's become alive?"
Then, scarlet blood armor grew on Mo Wu Ming's body. The chest of the armor bore a giant, ferocious ghost face.
He looked like a demon from hell!
Seeing Mo Wu Ming's current appearance, a hint of amusement flickered in Ye Ling's eyes. He chuckled, "You look quite cute when you're angry."
"Pfft!"
As soon as Ye Ling spoke, Zhang Xiao Xia, who was nearby and worried about Ye Ling, couldn't help but let out a giggle.
Mo Wu Ming's ferocious appearance had nothing to do with "cute"!
Ye Ling saying that was clearly mocking Mo Wu Ming's weakness!
Seeing that Ye Ling was still in the mood to tease, Zhang Xiao Xia understood that her worry was unnecessary.
Hearing Ye Ling's mockery and Zhang Xiao Xia's laughter, Mo Wu Ming's expression contorted, veins bulging on his forehead.
Humiliated time and time again, he was filled with rage!
"This King will not let you die easily."
His eyes turned icy. With a fierce swing of his sword-wielding hand, numerous tentacles surged from the sword, shooting rapidly towards Ye Ling and Zhang Xiao Xia. "Blood Blade: Myriad Dragons Devour!"
Seeing the multitude of tentacles flying towards him, Ye Ling smiled slightly. Demonic energy surged around him, and a hundred-meter-tall demonic statue materialized in front of him. It extended a colossal hand, grasping all the tentacles, and then tore them apart!
"Outer Manifestation?"
Mo Wu Ming's expression shifted slightly upon seeing the demonic statue in front of Ye Ling. However, he wasn't overly shocked. He vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Ye Ling!
"Blood Blade: Dragon Slash!"
Mo Wu Ming roared, swinging his sword down. Blood-red sword energy roared towards Ye Ling!
The ground around Ye Ling shattered under his immense aura!
"So strong!!!"
Countless extraordinary individuals within the Zheng Yi Sect turned pale as they sensed Mo Wu Ming's formidable aura!
However, facing Mo Wu Ming's attack, which could cleave through anything, Ye Ling did not turn back. He merely shifted his body slightly.
The blood-red sword energy grazed past him.
*Ching!*
A streak of red light flashed across the heavens and earth!
The ground was cleaved in half like tofu by the blood-red sword energy, splitting the Zheng Yi Sect in two!
Despite its unparalleled power, it had not touched Ye Ling in the slightest.
The difference in their strength was immediately apparent!
Seeing Ye Ling dodge his slash, Mo Wu Ming realized Ye Ling was not easy to deal with. His face contorted, and he frantically swung his arms, unleashing several more blood-red sword energies that wove into a large net in mid-air!
"Let's see how you dodge this!"
Mo Wu Ming roared, his blood-red sword energies sealing off all possible escape routes for Ye Ling!
If these blood-red sword energies were to strike Dragon Dao Mountain, the entire mountain would likely be shattered into pieces!
"Truly ignorant."
Ye Ling glanced back at Mo Wu Ming in the air. The demonic statue behind him also turned, swinging a fist towards Mo Wu Ming.
*Bang!*
The blood-red sword energies were dispersed by the demonic statue's fist, and Mo Wu Ming took the full force of the blow!
His blood armor exploded, and Mo Wu Ming was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the back mountain and snapping countless giant trees.
Ye Ling leaped onto the head of the demonic statue, calmly gazing at the dust-filled forest in the distance. He raised his hand slightly, his fingers splayed.
An extremely powerful suction force surged from his palm, drawing the blood-soaked Mo Wu Ming into his grasp.
"You, you..."
Mo Wu Ming stared intently at Ye Ling, his eyes filled with terror.
His vision was already blurred by blood.
Even though the blood-red longsword in his hand continuously replenished his strength, it was to no avail.
He was too strong...
He had already unleashed his full power. His previous slash could have cleaved the entire Dragon Dao Mountain in half!
Yet, his full-power attack was shattered by a single punch from Ye Ling's demonic statue.
His blood armor, capable of withstanding a blow from a Red Dust Immortal, was as fragile as paper before Ye Ling's demonic statue.
He was already regretting agreeing to Ye Feng's request to come here and test Ye Ling's strength.
All the extraordinary individuals in the Zheng Yi Sect looked up at Ye Ling standing atop the demonic statue with stunned expressions, their bodies trembling violently, a desire to prostrate themselves before him arising in their hearts!
That was the true demon god, who reigned supreme over all living beings!
"Is there anything you wish to say for the final leg of your life?" Ye Ling asked softly, gripping Mo Wu Ming's neck. "I can help you fulfill one wish."
"Spare, spare me..."
Mo Wu Ming caved. He no longer cared about his dignity, even selectively forgetting his previous arrogance, and began to beg Ye Ling for mercy.
Facing the power Ye Ling displayed, he could no longer muster any thought of resistance.
"I'm sorry..." Seeing Mo Wu Ming give up resisting so easily, Ye Ling couldn't help but sigh slightly. "I can't grant you that wish."
As he spoke, demonic energy surged from Ye Ling's palm, enveloping Mo Wu Ming.
The demonic statue beneath him dissipated, and Ye Ling landed steadily with Mo Wu Ming.
"What, what is this?"
Mo Wu Ming saw the dark, cold demonic energy attaching itself to his entire body, and then realizing what was happening, his fear intensified. He began to struggle violently.
However, the more he struggled, the faster the demonic energy covered his body!
Ye Ling flung Mo Wu Ming to the ground, watching him writhe on the ground with an unperturbed gaze.
"No... Ahhhhhh!"
Mo Wu Ming's screams echoed through the air. As the demonic energy covered his mouth, his sole scream also vanished.
The Zheng Yi Sect fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone stared at the mass of demonic energy on the ground devouring Mo Wu Ming, holding their breath and daring not to make a sound.
From beginning to end, Ye Ling had not exuded overly powerful aura.
Ye Ling's aura was even less than a tenth of Mo Wu Ming's!
But, after witnessing Mo Wu Ming's tragic end, they finally realized how terrifying Ye Ling truly was!
The soul-shattering visual impact instilled a fear that originated from the depths of their hearts.
Ye Ling paid no mind to the surrounding gazes. After dealing with Mo Wu Ming and extracting his memories, he picked up his blood-red longsword.
The moment he held the sword, Ye Ling could feel it trembling continuously in his hand.
It was afraid.
However, although the sword had "emotions," Ye Ling did not sense any spirit residing within it.
This sword was more like a living being!
After dispelling the remaining blood energy within the blade, the sword reverted to its original white jade appearance. The "emotion" of fear also completely vanished, turning it back into an inanimate object.
"The sword's name is Blood Remnant... Ye Feng's gift to him..." Ye Ling murmured softly, his gaze distant, reading Mo Wu Ming's memories.
"This fellow used it for a hundred years but still doesn't know the origin of 'Blood Remnant'."
"Interesting..."