Black as Ink, the Black Demon Cult Evenly Matched

Then, Yang Jian instantly stretched out his hand, and a jet-black Sword-Ray appeared in Yang Jian palm.

The next moment, a jet-black light shot out from Yang Jian's palm and instantly merged into the void. A powerful fluctuation appeared in the void, and then a pitch-black ancient city instantly appeared in front of everyone.

"This is..." Upon seeing the strange ancient city that Yang Jian had suddenly summoned, Zhurong's expression changed drastically, her face instantly turning one of utter shock.

"Hehe, did you see clearly? This is the person you're looking for. This ancient city is the ruins of a super sect, containing a large number of treasures and even inheritances. If you can obtain what's inside, you will become the top force in the entire Purgatory City. In that case, you will have enough foundation to stand on equal footing with your sect! But unfortunately, you can only die here today!" Yang Jian said coldly.

"No! Impossible, how could this be? This ancient city has never been destroyed, how could there be such a thing? This is absolutely impossible, it must be fake, it must be fake!" Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhurong's expression changed drastically, and he stared at Yang Jian with disbelief.

"Whether it's true or false, the truth will soon be revealed, and you will all understand. However, you won't understand for long, because I will show you with my actions that this is not fake!" Yang Jian said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian's spear suddenly trembled, and a terrifying pressure instantly descended upon the people in front of him, immediately pressing down on the surrounding men in black.

The next moment, Yang Jian's spear instantly transformed into a streak of light, smashing down fiercely towards the head of the leading black-robed man!

Upon seeing Yang Jian directly attack the leader of the black-robed men, Zhurong's face turned even paler.

Because he knew very well that Yang Jian's move just now was definitely not a joke. If Yang Jian had actually hit him, the black-robed man in front of him would have been killed instantly!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly began to struggle, trying to break free from Yang Jian's control. But it was clear that he was powerless, as Yang Jian's cultivation was many times higher than his own.

But at that moment, Yang Jian suddenly frowned slightly.

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Soon, Yang Jian also sensed a terrifying aura sweeping wildly towards him.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Upon seeing Yang Jian's reaction, the expressions of the men in black around him also changed slightly.

His figure then vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Who goes there? Show yourself to me! Don't hide like a dog!"

Soon, an arrogant and domineering voice came from afar.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhurong's face lit up with joy, and her expression instantly turned into one of ecstatic delight.

"It sounds like... it's the voice of the leader of the Black Demon Cult! Yes, it must be the leader of the Black Demon Cult!"

The leader of the Black Demon Cult? Yang Jian was slightly taken aback upon hearing the other party's words, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. He never expected that the other party would be a member of the Black Demon Cult, which was a very troublesome matter.

However, Yang Jian's expression immediately turned cold, and he flew directly towards the valley ahead.

Soon, Yang Jian arrived outside the valley, where he saw a man dressed in a magnificent red robe standing arrogantly.

"Yang Jian, I never expected you to come out and die willingly this time. It's like choosing the path to Hell when there's one. Since that's the case, then don't blame us for our Black Demon Cult Sect's methods!" Soon, the man's gaze fell on Yang Jian, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Clearly, the man had received a report from Zhurong earlier, which is why he came specifically to capture Yang Jian. Of course, he was also prepared to flee immediately should he encounter any danger.

"And who are you? Do you have the right to negotiate with me?" Yang Jian said coldly, his face full of contempt and sarcasm.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, a look of anger appeared on the man's face.

He was the leader of the Black Demon Cult, a prominent figure in the entire Purgatory City. He never expected Yang Jian to dare to show him such contempt, which only intensified the anger in his heart.

"Hmph, since you're so ungrateful, don't blame this leader for being ruthless. Seize him and tear him to pieces!" the man said coldly.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the man's words, the black-clad men around him immediately revealed cold expressions, drawing their weapons and attacking Yang Jian directly.

"A trivial skill!"

Sensing those sharp attacks, Yang Jian's lips curled into a mocking sneer. His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and then he flashed to the side of a man in black, thrusting his spear deep into the man's chest, instantly piercing his heart.

"Oh no, retreat quickly!"

Upon seeing this, the remaining men in black also changed their expressions. They had clearly not expected Yang Jian to be so fast, and their faces immediately changed as they turned to run away.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, a disdainful expression appeared on Yang Jian's face, clearly showing that he did not take Zhurong seriously at all.

In Yang Jian's view, this ant in front of him was not worthy of his personal attention; he could easily kill him with a little trickery.

Who are you?

Upon seeing this, Zhurong's expression changed, and a look of wariness appeared on his face.

Clearly, Yang Jian's cultivation level was far superior to his. Although his cultivation level was slightly higher than Yang Jian's, he couldn't even harm a hair on Yang Jian 'Yang Jian head.

"Are you asking me, the Emperor? Hahahaha! Who do you think you are? You dare to ask me such a question! Die!" Yang Jian said directly upon seeing Zhurong's appearance.

After saying that, Yang Jian thrust his spear directly at his opponent.

Yang Jian's spear pierced the opponent's throat, followed by a jet of blood shooting into the sky, and a huge head flying high into the air.

"What?" Upon seeing Yang Jian's actions, Zhurong's face immediately showed a look of shock.