The End

In the end, Ye Zhen wife could not withstand the crushing force of the times. Liu Zihan and Yun Ya continued to fight, their gloves seemingly covered with a layer of black mist, each swing bringing with it waves of fear and screams.

The wailing seemed to strike straight to the heart, stirring up something called fear. Even though Ye Zhen wife used their internal energy to plug their ears, the sound still managed to evoke their fear.

On the other side, Wu Xiaoyi held a large cleaver in each hand. The handles of the two cleavers had two rings at the ends, and a thick iron chain connected the two cleavers. One of the cleavers was burning with black flames, and the terrifying high temperature turned the surrounding air into a heat wave.

Wu Xiaoyi suddenly threw out a machete he had collected. A roaring tiger's head appeared on the blade, and the iron chains behind it rattled. In the blink of an eye, the machete was in front of Ye Zhen and his wife.

Ye Zhen knew he was in trouble. His weapon had long been cut in half by the two large cleavers in the opponent's hands. The black flames seemed to have the ability to melt everything. Coupled with the extraordinary nature of those two cleavers, it was already quite remarkable that they had been able to hold on until now.

"Drink!" Ye Zhen roared, forcibly freezing the surrounding air and turning it into waves like the ocean. The greatsword that was flying towards him suddenly stopped, but a domineering tiger's roar flashed across it, and with the black flames on it, the air stagnation alone could not stop it.

Ye Zhen suddenly used all his inner energy and pushed forward with both hands. Countless streams of air mixed with seawater from the seaside turned into endless waves that rushed towards the two people opposite him. Ye Zhen looked around blankly, seeing crimson everywhere and death everywhere.

Although Ye Zhen had long held the idea of "do or die" in mind, he never expected that they would lose so badly. Of the eight celestial beings gathered here, three had already died. Old Granny She, who had spent her whole life playing with poisons, was poisoned to death by the Lord of the Hatred Hall.

Back when he was roaming the martial world, she chased after him for a while, carrying her cane. But now, seeing her lying on the ground vomiting black blood, he felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

That guy over there was the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He had misunderstood me back then, but he was indeed upright and incorruptible, and hated evil as if it were his enemy. It's just a pity that when he used his strongest Heavenly Sword, he only managed to leave a cut on that person who was as white as jade, and then he was killed by the other party with a big hammer.

And that guy over there with his head on the ground—he didn't have a good reputation; he liked to bring trouble on his family. Years ago, he fought a huge fight over someone who had wiped out an entire family. Did he really die too?

Aside from the celestial beings, even more people died. The Black Heaven Hall side showed no fear of death, while the people on Golden Sand Island lost their courage one by one, like trembling, sick chickens awaiting their fate of being slaughtered.

"How did things turn out like this?" Ye Zhen's eyes were filled with tears as he saw the Black Heaven Hall looking indifferently from afar. The waves he created were no longer as majestic as before. Instead, they reminded Ye Zhen of more than thirty years ago, when he had a conflict with someone, had his tendons severed, and was thrown into the sea.

That feeling of drifting aimlessly on the sea, with no one to rely on and the thought of dying at any moment—but that time, he mustered his spirits, suppressed his despair, and through sheer willpower, achieved a miraculous redemption.

This time, no one will bring him a miracle. On the contrary, this time, he will bring a miracle to others. Watching the crowd fall one after another, Ye Zhen turned to look at the woman who had been with him for thirty years. Their eyes met, and their gazes were still as tender as they had been back then.

If it weren't for her back then, how could I, who was filled with revenge, have gotten to where I am today? Over the years, they have never said a word of love to each other; just gazing at each other quietly is enough.

"Hahaha." Ye Zhen understood that Yun Ya knew what he meant, and couldn't help but laugh. To have such a wife in this life, what more could a husband ask for? It was already enough. At this time, it was time to leave some hope for the future of the martial arts world.

"Minghui, lead the men to retreat. My master's wife and I will cover your retreat," Ye Zhen shouted loudly. At the same time, a series of explosive sounds rang out from his body. In the same way, Yun Ya's body also exploded with the same explosive sound.

Zhao Minghui's eyes instantly turned red as he watched from afar. He understood what was going on: destroying all the acupoints in his body and then gaining the blessing of the strange power of heaven and earth. This was a life-or-death move that most secret martial artists knew.

Using it under these circumstances would be tantamount to suicide. Hearing the commotion of Ye Zhen wife, an old Daoist priest in the crowd laughed, his body cracking as he said, "I've spent my whole life swindling and cheating, and before I die, I still want to accumulate some good karma. I can't let Island Master Ye and his wife have it all."

"Since you all have such refined tastes, how can I not accompany you?" Lord Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, and bursts of cracking sounds rang out from his body. He also laughed heartily. Although his daughter's face and voice were ruined, she had become much more sensible after waking up. He had heard that the boy who offered to take care of her had liked her for a long time. Although the boy was not very smart and his martial arts skills were not high, he should be a good match for her.

"We are all alone, so we'll risk our lives to keep you company today." The other group exchanged glances and burst into laughter, their bodies cracking with each other.

Afterwards, the people who escaped from the secret passage on the island under Zhao Minghui's leadership never forgot this battle for the rest of their lives. What they remembered was not the terror of the Black Heaven Hall, nor the eeriness of the Shadow Assassin, nor even the fear of facing death.

It was the sound of explosions, the hearty laughter, and the fearless figures of those charging towards the Black Heaven Hall that rekindled their courage. The details of the battle spread, terrifying some and inspiring others, and countless young talents began to rise.

"Lord of the Palace, there's a secret passage on the other side of the island. Part of this island is submerged underwater, divided into two islands. On the other island, there are ships that were prepared long ago. Those people escaped." A subordinate of the Black Heaven Hall came to Lu Li's side and respectfully reported.

"Is there a spy among them?" Lu Li nodded to indicate that he knew, then asked the person beside him.

Black smoke gathered around Lu Li, transforming into Shadow Assassin No. 1. He said earnestly, "Reporting to Master, No. 111 and No. 999 have already infiltrated among those people and obtained their corresponding identities."

"Have them find ways to acquire the various martial arts knowledge I created to help them improve. I hope they can work harder and accelerate their progress in martial arts," Lu Li instructed, then grinned at his subordinates who were respectfully watching him not far away.

"Gentlemen, we have won! Rejoice!"