Zhuge Yehan remembered the scene when he first encountered Mo Wuming.
Mo Wuming had also seen his talent and invited him to the Hongchen Pavilion.
At that time, his choice was the same as Ye Ling's; he had refused Mo Wuming's invitation without hesitation.
After that, he had enraged Mo Wuming, who broke his hands and legs and threw him into a snake pit.
In the snake pit, Mo Wuming kept him alive with spiritual energy and elixirs, tormenting him for three days!
During this time, every time he was on the verge of death or wanted to commit suicide, Mo Wuming would save him with miraculous elixirs!
Each of those elixirs was of immense value, but to Mo Wuming, they were merely tools to torture Zhuge Yehan.
Those three days were the darkest days of Zhuge Yehan's life. Even now, he dared not recall those terrible events.
Hearing Mo Wuming utter the same words, Zhuge Yehan felt as if he were being swallowed by dark, cold tides, plunging into the abyss of darkness!
Ye Ling glanced at the trembling Zhuge Yehan before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if unaware of what Mo Wuming would do next. He smiled at Mo Wuming and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Ye Ling's complete lack of fear, Mo Wuming narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Your courage is quite remarkable. I like it even more."
As he spoke, Mo Wuming vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Ye Ling.
He placed a hand on Ye Ling's shoulder, "Actually… slaughtering arrogant geniuses is also one of my favorite pastimes."
"You should feel honored to be favored by me."
Ye Ling said indifferently, "Take your dirty hand off me."
Taken aback by Ye Ling's abrupt words, Mo Wuming froze.
In all his years, no one had ever dared to be so disrespectful to him!
"Your courage… is truly excessive!" Mo Wuming's expression turned grim, his teeth gritted, his voice laced with deeply suppressed anger.
An exceptionally powerful aura emanated from within him, spreading outwards.
"Oh, no…"
Zhuge Yehan's face turned ashen, his legs trembling violently.
The psychologically twisted demon was angered!
Zhuge Yehan wanted to flee, but his legs felt as if they were cast in lead, utterly immobile!
Under Mo Wuming's immense pressure, he was on the verge of collapse!
"Senior Ye…"
Zhang Zhiyue and Zhang Mingyu also couldn't withstand Mo Wuming's pressure. They wanted to help but found themselves unable to control their limbs.
They struggled to even breathe, forced to watch Ye Ling and Mo Wuming confront each other.
The atmosphere in the hall was suffocating.
Mo Wuming's aura grew stronger, his white jade longsword beginning to tremble, ready to be unsheathed at any moment.
Ye Ling glanced at Mo Wuming's hand still resting on his shoulder and said coldly, "Did you not understand what I just said?"
Mo Wuming's eyes gleamed, "Kid, you're looking for…"
*Bang!*
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Ling grabbed his hand and violently swung him to the ground!
*Bang!*
Mo Wuming was swung halfway around in mid-air, crashing from behind Ye Ling to in front of him! The ground shattered, and the white jade longsword in Mo Wuming's hand flew out, landing not far away.
Everyone around was stunned into silence.
What… what just happened?
While everyone was still dazed, Ye Ling crouched down again, flipped the stunned Mo Wuming over, clenched his fist, and slammed it into his face.
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
Punch after punch, blood splattered. Ye Ling smashed Mo Wuming's entire head into the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.
Zhuge Yehan watched, dumbfounded.
He had never imagined that the monster he saw as a demon would be dealt with so miserably by Ye Ling!
It was unbearable to watch!
Every punch Ye Ling threw struck Zhuge Yehan's heart!
Soon, Mo Wuming was a bloody mess, his aura reduced to a mere flicker, his life hanging by a thread, on the verge of death.
Only then did Ye Ling seem to have vented his anger. He released Mo Wuming, stood up, and used a handkerchief to wipe the blood and flesh from his fists.
Everything was done with casual grace.
Ye Ling casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief aside and looked at the motionless Mo Wuming, saying, "I told you to take your hand off, but you wouldn't listen."
Hearing Ye Ling's words, everyone present shuddered, their gazes towards Ye Ling filled with endless fear.
What kind of monster was this?
Mo Wuming's appearance earlier had intimidated everyone!
A powerhouse against whom no one dared to even think of fighting was now being beaten to a pulp by Ye Ling, and Ye Ling wasn't even out of breath afterward…
This overwhelming visual impact left everyone profoundly shaken.
Ye Ling was the true demon!
"You… you deserve to die…"
"Unforgivable…"
At this moment, Mo Wuming's weak voice echoed from the pit, his tone filled with boundless resentment, "You will all die!!!"
An endless surge of blood energy coiled around him. The white jade longsword lying nearby trembled violently, then unsheathed itself and flew into the sky, its entire body turning blood-red!
"What is that?"
Ye Ling looked at the blood-red longsword in the sky, sensing a considerable power gestating within it.
Simultaneously, the longsword unleashed a torrent of crimson tentacles, which lunged towards the other cultivators of the Hongchen Pavilion!
Any Hongchen Pavilion cultivator touched by the tentacles had their strength drained, turning into dried husks.
Screams erupted one after another within the Zhengyi Sect.
"Help, help!"
Zhuge Yehan cried out, also ensnared by the tentacles. Half his strength had been drained, and his body had aged considerably.
In a few more seconds, he too would likely become a dried husk.
Seeing Zhuge Yehan's plea for help, Ye Ling pondered for a moment before finally unleashing a demonic blade, severing the tentacles that bound Zhuge Yehan.
The Zhuge family of Xichuan held a significant position in China. By saving Zhuge Yehan, he was doing the Zhuge family a favor, which would make it easier to utilize the Wuhou Sect in the future.
After absorbing the power of the Hongchen Pavilion cultivators, the blood-red longsword channeled the absorbed power back into Mo Wuming, causing his aura to surge once more.
Then, the crimson tentacles began their indiscriminate assault again, attacking all cultivators within the Zhengyi Sect.
After witnessing the gruesome scene of the blood-red tentacles devouring the Hongchen Pavilion cultivators, others dared not touch them lightly and fled in panic.
"All Heavenly Masters, heed my command! Follow me to sever these tentacles and rescue our disciples!"
Seeing the rampant tentacles, Zhang Zhiyue and Zhang Mingyu did not hesitate. They immediately joined forces with the other Heavenly Masters, launching an attack to rescue the Zhengyi Sect disciples in peril!
To protect themselves, various factions also ceased their infighting and focused on defense.
For a time, the various forces within the Zhengyi Sect stopped their chaotic battles and sought self-preservation, leading to a surprisingly harmonious situation.
Ye Ling remained inactive, calmly watching the blood-red longsword transfer power to Mo Wuming, curious to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.
The power of those tentacles was not strong. Apart from the Hongchen Pavilion cultivators who were ambushed and killed, they posed no threat to other cultivators.
In fact, the power drawn from other cultivators by those tentacles was less than a tenth of that from the Hongchen Pavilion cultivators!
It was likely that the Hongchen Pavilion cultivators who had ascended the mountain this time were all pre-arranged sacrifices by Mo Wuming.
Because of this, the seemingly ferocious tentacles were chopped into pieces by the combined efforts of the other cultivators.
The casualties caused by the rampage of the blood-red tentacles were actually fewer than those from the chaotic battles between the various factions.
This skill, which nearly wiped out his own cultivators, almost made Ye Ling mistake Mo Wuming for an ally!
*Boom!*
A surge of blood energy shot towards the heavens. Mo Wuming rose from the pit, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot.
"Kid! You have successfully enraged me!"