The Fall of Lu Daosheng

Yama and the black-clad figure beside him were wreathed in black mist, flanking Ye Lin from both sides as they lunged at him.

"With this sword, one dies."

Ye Lin's spiritual energy surged, the Sword Dao Rule swirling around his body.

Seeing this, Yama's expression shifted violently, and he immediately retreated, putting as much distance as possible between himself and Ye Lin.

He never imagined that Ye Lin was a prodigy who had grasped a Rule; just how high was this talent?

Even ordinary Dao Integration True Lords could not comprehend a Rule, yet damn it, he had mastered one at the Nascent Soul Realm?

The other black-clad Demonic Cultivator did not share Yama's vigilance. Just as he charged before Ye Lin, Ye Lin flicked his right hand downward.

The Demonic Cultivator's pupils dilated instantly, but a moment later, they dimmed and lost all light.

His entire body collapsed straight onto the ground.

A bloody hole had appeared in the center of his forehead.

"Your turn."

Having finished off the person before him, Ye Lin turned to look at Yama.

Unexpectedly, Yama was not panicked; instead, he laughed wildly.

"Look behind you."

Hearing Yama's words, Ye Lin turned to look and saw Lu Daosheng being held by another black-clad Demonic Cultivator as if he were a chicken.

"Now, hand over the Blood Baleful Flag, or your companion won't be leaving here alive."

After speaking, Yama looked at Ye Lin with a look of extreme arrogance.

As for the Demonic Cultivator who had just died, he did not even spare him a glance.

It was as if the life or death of his companion meant nothing to them.

"Who told you he was my companion? Whether he lives or dies, what does that have to do with me?"

The moment Ye