But all he received in the end was an icy rebuke.
"The Blood Rain Cult is not a place you can barge into. I'll spare your life this once. If there's a next time, I'll kill you. Get lost!"
"..."
Ye Liangchen said nothing. He took one last look toward the Demon Venerable Pavilion, then staggered away without any hesitation.
The moment he turned around, madness filled his eyes.
"Damn that demon! Damn Ye Qinghong!"
I'll remember this day's grudge. Once I've blown that old man to his satisfaction, I'll kill you both!
He muttered inwardly and soon disappeared from Ye Qinghong's sight.
The instant he disappeared, Ye Qinghong turned into a wisp of breeze and secretly pursued him.
To cut down weeds, one had to pull out their roots!
He had understood this principle long ago.
Those who could survive in the Blood Rain Cult were never softhearted.
The only reason he had merely severed one of Ye Liangchen's arms earlier was to cast out a brick to draw forth jade-to lure out whoever stood behind him.
At the very least, he had to investigate this man thoroughly and find out who wanted to harm his master.
Soon, Ye Liangchen reached the place where Ancestor Yin Gui's Flying Carriage had been.
As he ran, he was still plotting how to sow discord and fan the flames, to make that old fellow attack the demon.
After all...
That old fellow looked very proud.
He surely refused to accept Blood Rain Demon Venerable as the newly risen foremost figure of the Demonic Path.
Once Ancestor Yin Gui made his move.
Who would win and who would lose would remain to be seen.
At that thought, his fighting spirit soared. Madness and gleeful satisfaction filled his eyes, and even the pain in