Let the World Feel Fear

"Who are you?"

The Sacred Flame Token envoy struggled desperately in Ye Zhuo's grip, only to discover that his Sacred Flame Token could not harm him.

How is that possible?

This is the sharpest blade in the world!

How can it fail to cut an ordinary person's skin?

Ye Zhuo did not even have true qi flowing over his body.

"Ye Zhuo, leader of the Demon Cult."

Ye Zhuo tightened his fingers slightly. The envoy, whom he had meant to question further, stopped breathing.

He tossed the corpse aside.

Already irritated, Ye Zhuo turned to Zhang Wuji.

"Only through death can there be life. If you keep hesitating like this, you'll end up with nothing."

"Senior, I..."

Zhang Wuji had no answer. If he had been as decisive as Ye Zhuo, a mere Sacred Flame Token envoy would have lost his head just the same.

Did it really have to come to this?

"Those outsiders from the martial world have no respect for the rules.

Whatever happens in the Central Plains martial world, they have no right to set foot in it.

Rather than let flies buzz around, we might as well wipe them all out."

Ye Zhuo clapped his hands and put on the Demon King Mask.

The Adamantine Tessaiga hung at his waist.

Tatsumaki and Fubuki carried the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber for him.

He tossed the Sacred Flame Tokens to several disciples.

"Where are the people of the Demon Cult?"

"Your disciples are here!"

Xiao Longnu and the others were the first to kneel.

Just as Zhang Wuji and his companions thought these were all the Demon Cult's elites—

"Where are the people of the Demon Cult?"

A magic box opened before Ye Zhuo.

Eight towering figures appeared in the sky, each bizarrely shaped. Only someone