"Defeating the weak brings forth the stronger; it's too troubleso... Fortunately, I'm not soone who likes trouble, so I've co directly. Is that sincere enough?"
With a smile, Wang Junze shielded Peng Ru behind him and leisurely teased.
"Who are you?!"
Wang Junze appeared too composed. Although he hadn't made a move, the confidence he exuded still instinctively sparked a hint of vigilance within ng Hailong.
"Ye Piaoling!"
Wang Junze replied with a smile.
"It's you?!"
ng Hailong's pupils abruptly contracted as he instantly realized.
Recently, the na Ye Piaoling had already spread across the Nether Sea, with many people inquiring about his whereabouts. Even ng Hailong was secretly investigating.
He never expected to et this individual in such a manner.
"Young Master Ye, ng Mou admits there's no past grievance or recent feud with you. What do you an by this?"
Forcing himself to maintain composure, ng Hailong's attitude shifted dramatically.
Even though his son suffered a severe beating, he was unwilling to beco enemies with Ye Piaoling.
The opponent's battle achievents were indeed intimidating, utterly ignoring status or backing, resembling a dragon crossing the river.
"Indeed, no grievance or feud!"
Nodding in agreent, Wang Junze softly echoed but, before the other could reply, he imdiately shifted his tone and mockingly retorted, "But since when in the Nether Sea does one need a grievance to kill soone?"
"..."
Arrogant!
This statent caused everyone's heart to tremble intensely.
The Nether Sea is indeed a haven for Demon Cultivators, with no rules to bind them. Here, might makes right.
But... how many truly dare to act this way?
This is simply a madman who disregards reason entirely!
Taking a deep breath, ng Hailong suppressed his anger and conceded, "It's better to resolve enmity rather than keep it, Young Master Ye, what terms can we negotiate? ng Mou likes to befriend young talents like you, how about we beco friends?"
This statent was overly submissive, almost equivalent to placing his face on the ground for Wang Junze to tread upon.
To ng Hailong, no matter how arrogant Wang Junze was, this gesture should suffice.
The rest would rely involve agreeing on what benefits to offer. As long as today's danger could be averted, he didn't care about the cost. Once he had the other in his sights, he'd have ways to reclaim the benefits.
"Master ng is truly flexible, impressive!"
Lightly applauding, Wang Junze's smile widened as he slowly said, "Alright, in that case, may I borrow Master ng's head for a while, how about that?"
"???"
This statent instantly froze the smile on ng Hailong's face.
"Are you mocking ?!"
With a hint of anger in his eyes, ng Hailong's aura surged violently, his tone cold, "Ye Piaoling, ng Mou is showing respect, it's not out of fear of you. Don't mistake my humility for weakness!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Seeing ng Hailong's reaction, Wang Junze instead displayed a look of delight, laughing, "That's how it should be. I chopped off your son's hand and killed your n; you should be looking at with hatred. That's correct!"
"???"
ng Hailong was truly on the verge of insanity. Who was this lunatic!
They say Demon Cultivators are crazed and perverted, but to this extent, he hadn't seen in years at the Nether Sea.
"Kill, attack together, kill him for !"
Reaching this point, ng Hailong naturally understood that Ye Piaoling had no intention of negotiating, clearly targeting him, and thus no need for further talk.
Just kill!
Usually, he had quite a few Death Warriors. Though fewer, they might still have a chance to kill the opponent.
With an order, the ng family's people imdiately sward, charging towards Wang Junze.
Throwing lives at him, even if they couldn't kill Wang Junze, at least they could exhaust his True Qi, increasing the odds when he later made his move.
This idea was naturally not wrong. Unfortunately, for Wang Junze, it was utterly aningless.
Having comprehended Rain Sword Intent, Wang Junze feared not an attack by many!
In the span of a breath, the True Qi within him boiled, suddenly transforming into a rain of swords, enveloping the ng family mbers.
Rain Sword Intent!
With one stroke, it howled into rain, then converged into a sword, indiscriminately crushing everything in its path.
He did not exert full strength with this stroke, nor did he need to.
No matter how many ng family mbers there were, without adequate strength, they posed no threat to Wang Junze!
Slaughtered with a single stroke!
Dozens ca to kill, but in just one exchange, they were wiped out. Such strength was indeed terrifying.
Escape!
Witnessing his subordinates et their demise, ng Hailong's eyes brimd with panic.
Damn it!
Such a terrifying opponent was completely beyond his ability to contend with. At this mont, nothing mattered anymore—neither the people in the mansion, nor even his son, wife, and concubines. Everything could be abandoned; only his own life was crucial!
In an instant, ng Hailong transford into a streak of blood-red light, fleeing into the air!
Netherworld Mansion!
Now, only by fleeing to Netherworld Mansion did he have a chance to survive!
After spending so much money over the past two years to establish a relationship with Gudu Feng, wasn't it precisely for tis like this?
As long as he reached Netherworld Mansion and alard Dugu Feng, he was confident that the other party would be compelled to protect him!
Of course, for this he would need to pay a greater fortune, but... with his life on the line, who cared about these external possessions?
"In front of , you can't escape!"
A glint of confidence flashed in Wang Junze's eyes. With a single step, he too soared into the air, his sword in his hand shimring slightly. Suddenly, it transford into a terrifying sword aura, aid directly at ng Hailong's back.
If it were Void Shattering, eager to escape, Wang Junze might not have been able to catch up. But just Heaven-Stepping... how could it be faster than the sword in his hand!
Laozi!
Chess Swordsmanship once again revealed its formidable power. This sword was as swift as lightning!
ng Hailong hadn't even managed to flee the courtyard when the sword light caught up, striking him fiercely on the back, causing him to plumt from the air!
"Roar!"
A furious roar erupted from his mouth. Despite being slashed down, ng Hailong was forced into a life-and-death struggle, and terrifying demonic qi surged all around him, transforming into a Demon Dragon roaring in the night sky.
ng Hailong's ability to establish himself in the Nether Sea was not due to weak strength; it was due to the ancestral cultivation technique he had obtained from the Nether Sea.
At this mont, ng Hailong appeared extrely fierce, with black scales even appearing on his body!
Half-Demon!
For the sake of cultivating this technique, ng Hailong had already transford himself into a Half-Demon. Even in the Nether Sea, such a thod of cultivation was a rare evil demon technique. Unless pushed to the brink, even he dared not use it lightly, for fear of being ostracized and rejected by others.
"Ye Piaoling, you forced to this!"
With a hint of madness in his eyes, ng Hailong roared sternly, "Give your life!"
As soon as the words fell, ng Hailong's palm abruptly transford into a black bone spike, fiercely attacking Wang Junze!
With a Half-Demon body, he needed no weapons; his palm could beco a blade.
"Right, now that's interesting."
His eyelids slightly lifted, and Wang Junze's face showed no fear; instead, it revealed a hint of excitent.
If the kill were too easy, it would be boring!
The stronger ng Hailong was, the more it indicated there was noteworthy loot on him, otherwise, if it was only about seizing so Spirit Stones, it really wasn't that interesting.
The Sword Edge slightly tilted, and Wang Junze did not avoid or dodge, directly facing the attack.
How about a Half-Demon?
Even a Transford Great Demon, Wang Junze had defeated before. ng Hailong's strength was truly not significant.
Taking into account the possibility of exposing his identity, Wang Junze dared not fully unleash his Rain Sword Intent. Otherwise, no matter how much ng Hailong erupted, a single sword could still cleave him.
However, even so, Wang Junze remained fearless.
The layout of sword techniques unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the Demon Dragon into which ng Hailong transford.
True Qi and Demonic Qi continually clashed, allowing Wang Junze to beco familiar with the opponent's attacks!
Dozens of moves passed, and ng Hailong's every attack revealed no secrets before Wang Junze.
The essence of Chess Swordsmanship lies in anticipating the enemy's moves.
Now, Wang Junze abandoned the explosive strangulation approach, relying purely on the purest sword dao duel, making it impossible for anyone to discern any origins. Unless truly familiar with Chess Swordsmanship, not even disciples of the Profound Moon Sword Sect facing this battle could identify Wang Junze's identity from the sword techniques.
Both sides fought fast, and in an instant, over ten moves passed.
Wang Junze easily grasped a flaw in ng Hailong's defense, and a sword pierced straight through his chest!
In that instant, blood splattered, and half of ng Hailong's body was brutally shattered!
If it were an ordinary cultivator, that single sword would be enough to kill. But because ng Hailong was a Half-Demon, with an enormously strong life force, he was only severely wounded instead of killed instantly!
Even so, the sword drove ng Hailong into extre fear, as if he were enveloped in the shadow of death.
"Stop!"
Almost at the critical life-and-death mont, a violent shout ca from outside the ng Mansion. Hundreds of Netherworld Mansion soldiers hurried over, led by the commander, who sternly yelled to stop the fight!
"Commander Shan, save !"
Seeing the Netherworld Mansion troops approaching, ng Hailong's spirit soared, urgently crying for help, "I'm willing to offer half of my family assets, begging Commander Shan to save !"
With a sidelong glance at the Netherworld Mansion soldiers, Wang Junze still showed no intention of stopping, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
The presence of the Netherworld Mansion was deliberately arranged by him; why would he fear?
"Master ng, rest in peace!"
His sword rose again, and brilliant sword light suddenly burst forth, engulfing ng Hailong entirely!
"I said stop!"
With a hint of rage in his eyes, the Netherworld Mansion commander suddenly accelerated, wielding a war saber. He cleaved through the air with a saber aura, attempting to stop Wang Junze from killing.
But it was already too late...
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