"Dongfang Yu! Mo Ruxue! Get out here!"
At Ye Wen's shout, everyone abruptly turned their eyes toward Dongfang Yu, who was fleeing toward the city gates.
When Dongfang Yu saw Ye Wen's blood-red eyes and his bare upper body drenched in blood, he spun around and ran. Ye Wen spotted him fleeing, too.
Ye Wen charged after him. One step, two steps, three—and he was right in front of Dongfang Yu.
Terrified, Dongfang Yu struck out with Flowing Cloud Palm. But when his palm hit Ye Wen, it felt as though he had struck a massive mountain.
Ye Wen seized Dongfang Yu with ease, like an eagle snatching a chick. He gripped Dongfang Yu's shoulder hard, and the crack of breaking bone rang out. Dongfang Yu cried out in agony.
"No, don't! You can't kill me! I'm... Ah! Ah!! Don't!"
Ye Wen wasn't about to listen to him. There was only one thought in his mind: he wouldn't let the man who had killed Jingyi die easily. Even in his frenzied state, that deep obsession remained. So Ye Wen crushed Dongfang Yu's other shoulder.
The pain left Dongfang Yu unable to speak. All he could do was howl. Ye Wen kicked and snapped his left leg, then hurled him heavily to the ground. Dongfang Yu was desperate now, full of regret.
He regretted coming to Xingyu Demon Suppressing City. He regretted killing a woman who couldn't hurt a fly. He had been the one to awaken a hellish demon from the depths of the abyss.
Ye Wen looked at Dongfang Yu and suddenly laughed maniacally!
"You killed the one I loved, so I'll wipe out your entire city! If that's not enough, I'll slaughter your whole nation! You want to found a country, don't you? Fine. Once you've built it, I'll destroy it with my own hands!"
Dongfang Yu was truly desperate now, chilled to the core. He knew Ye Wen, because he had been the one to bring him out. And today, he had erased Ye Wen's only weakness with his own hands. Ye Wen no longer had any ties to this world!
Ye Wen kicked again, shattering Dongfang Yu's other leg, then carried him over to Zhang Jingyi. His blood-red eyes suddenly cleared. Dongfang Yu was like a dead dog, kneeling and sprawled at the feet of Zhang Jingyi's corpse.
Ye Wen suddenly punched Dongfang Yu again, right where he had struck Zhang Jingyi. Dongfang Yu's heart channels shattered. The bones in his upper body broke and pierced his internal organs. He died right there in front of Zhang Jingyi.
Everyone had stopped fighting by now. They no longer attacked one another, but hurriedly fled the City Lord's Mansion.
"This is terrifying! Absolutely terrifying! He's a demon god—he's Devil God Ye!"
Ye Wen watched the fleeing crowd but didn't bother with them. He was searching for Mo Ruxue! She was the true culprit. She had dragged Zhang Jingyi in front of Dongfang Yu's Flowing Cloud Palm to use her as a shield. She was the one who deserved to die a thousand deaths!
"Mo Ruxue! Mo Ruxue! Get out here and face your death!"
But Ye Wen couldn't see Mo Ruxue. He laughed cruelly and said, "Mo Ruxue, you're not coming out, are you? Then today, I'll slaughter every last member of the Mo Family in Demon Suppressing City! The Fang Family couldn't do it, but I, Ye Wen, will finish the job for them!"
With that, Ye Wen strode toward the inner residence of the City Lord's Mansion. Everyone inside was terrified out of their wits. They had just watched Devil God Ye effortlessly slaughter a group of Xiantian Masters. Killing an Innate Third Rank cultivator had been as easy as slaughtering a dog. Now Devil God Ye was walking toward them—who wouldn't be afraid?
"Young friend, that's enough! Stop!"
A voice like the tolling of a great bell rang out from the inner residence. An old man appeared at its entrance in the blink of an eye.
The Mo Family elders inside the inner residence stared at the old man in astonishment. They cried out without thinking, "Old Ancestor!"
"It's the Old Ancestor! He's alive!"
At that moment, Ye Wen also saw Mo Ruxue walking out alongside the old man.
"Mo! Ru! Xue!"
With one step, Ye Wen crossed half the outer residence. With the next, he reached the entrance to the inner residence and reached for Mo Ruxue's throat. The old man stepped in, moving faster despite starting later, and intercepted him. The two exchanged a quick, simple blow.
They both retreated several steps. Ye Wen's previously calm heart flared with rage once more at the sight of Mo Ruxue.
The demonic blade returned to Ye Wen's hand. After drinking the blood of countless victims amid the endless slaughter, it had grown even more eerie and unpredictable.
Black mist seeped from the demonic blade and coiled around its surface. Ye Wen's eyes began turning blood-red again.
"Demonic Possession? He's possessed! This brat is about to enter the demonic path! What is that blade? That's Zhang Yuanchao's blade—how can it be so terrifying?"
The Mo Family's Old Ancestor couldn't help roaring.
The demonic path was the hardest path in the world to cultivate. It seemed unable to exist on its own, instead taking root in other cultivators and transforming them from their existing cultivation systems into demons! Those who underwent Demonic Possession all possessed the combat strength of an Xiantian Sixth Rank Master!
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