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The blade sliced through iron like mud, and even Lu Zang's Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Technique could not withstand it.
Wu Boyi’s skill in stealth was also extraordinary, rendering him invisible and ghost-like.
Even though he was slightly inferior to Tang Bo, he still had the strength to fight back, preventing an immediate defeat.
However, his overall strength was not impressive; his Corpse Slaves, aside from their Corpse God, were no match for a single punch from Lu Zang.
Yet, he could easily escape, just as he did during the battle with Mao Sheng. If it weren't for Mao Sheng's lack of assassination skills, he would not have been able to contend with him.
In the end, his abilities seemed to be on par with Mao Sheng and Lu Zang.
This illustrates the mutual restraining nature of their powers.
Overall, Tang Bo was still stronger than them all, only being suppressed by Wang Sijin. Aside from Wang Sijin, there was no one else in the entire Black Witch Cult who could match his prowess.
As the dust settled, several figures stood in the arena.
The leader Wang Sijin, Diyin Wang Luzang, the top assassin Tang Bo, and a disheveled Wu Boyi, who had just gotten up from the ground and was brushing off the dirt from his clothes.
Apart from the three hall masters who had already died, there was also Mao Sheng, lying unconscious on the ground.
All of the high-end combat power of the Black Witch Cult had gathered together.
Ye Mingshang's Aura was no longer usable; while he himself was unharmed, the presence of Lu Zang meant that his Aura could be disrupted at any moment, rendering its use meaningless. Moreover, dispersing the Aura required time to build up again; if it were broken, it would be difficult to regroup in a short period.
Tang Bo had a stern expression, holding a beautifully crafted Tang Dao. Meanwhile, Lu Zang stood there with a dull demeanor, simply staring with his large copper bell-like eyes without saying a word.
Wu Boyi had already adjusted himself quite a bit, with his hands in his pockets, still looking like a handsome uncle.
In front of several people, the leader of the Black Witch Cult, Wang Sijin, stood steadily, his expression serious as he glanced at Ye Mingshang across from him.
"Your strength is quite impressive. Just based on that aura, you are almost on par with the Black Dragon. Indeed, a tiger father does not raise a dog son; you are young and promising."
Ye Mingshang remained silent, calmly watching him and waiting for more.
Seeing that the other party did not speak, Wang Sijin paused before continuing.
"However, it seems you have not fully mastered this power; it appears you are not using it proficiently. You have the aura but lack understanding in its application; otherwise, you wouldn't have been defeated by Lu Zang."
A dangerous glint flashed in Ye Mingshang's eyes.
Wang Sijin smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be so hostile; everyone has their opportunities. You may know a bit about my story; I started practicing Evil Arts quite late, and perhaps my time spent isn't much longer than yours. Do you think I possess this power just by chance? My talent is rather ordinary."
This statement held some truth. The birth of a strong individual requires not only talent and effort but also a bit of luck.
Just like the Fatty, he gained the inheritance of Yan Chixia by coincidence and transformed from an ordinary person into a powerful Demon Slayer.
And Joan, if it weren't for meeting him and receiving the Dao Dan bestowed upon him, he would probably be just an average Sorcerer at best. Without much experience, he might even be a weak Sorcerer whom Old Ma could easily defeat.
Let's talk about him; his life is legendary.
Although somewhat tragic in his youth, he was born with the Yin-Yang Eye, capable of seeing through illusions to reach the essence.
Later, although he wandered around, he was taken in by the Underworld River during his travels. He transformed into the prince of the demon clan, enjoying endless glory and wealth.
Due to the use of a special body tempering method, his physique was far beyond that of an ordinary person, making him much stronger than an average Taoist.
Later on, he even awakened memories from his past life, which significantly enhanced his abilities. He directly broke through the gates of immortality, allowing the Three Worms to Transform into Dragons.
This transformation turned a pseudo-immortal into a genuine immortal.
Wasn't all of this his opportunity?
Without these legendary opportunities, he might still be uncertain about what he was doing now; it’s possible he could have already died and been reincarnated.
According to rumors, Wang Sijin only began practicing the Evil Arts after the age of twenty, or perhaps even later.
He now appeared to be in his forties, just shy of fifty, but due to his immense power and higher life level, he looked like he was in his early thirties.
He had only been practicing spells for several years, not much longer than Ye Mingshang, and was vastly stronger than those old Taoists who had spent their entire lives cultivating.
Could all of this be achieved solely through hard work?
Of course, effort is important; success requires ninety-nine percent effort, with the remaining one percent attributed to talent and luck.
Based solely on rumors, Wang Sijin's strength was likely at the top tier, at least on par with the Eight Great Vajras.
Such rapid progress cannot be achieved through effort alone.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated what opportunities he had, everyone has their own secrets. Just as Wang Sijin didn’t ask him about it, he chose not to inquire either.
However, enemies are still enemies; Ye Mingshang held no good impressions of them. To be precise, he had no favorable views towards any cults or evil forces.
In his past life, his happiness was destroyed by the demon clan. Even though he later gained the strongest power in the world, he could never regain his first true love.
Joan was actually quite similar to him; her childhood was even more tragic than his.
Although he had never seen his parents since he was little, at least he did not experience the pain of losing something he never had.
Later, when the old director died and the orphanage fell apart, it seemed like his paradise had collapsed. However, it wasn't long before he encountered Underworld River. This Old Monster was powerful, and there was no force that could kill him.
His lifespan was even longer, at least much longer than his own, so he no longer had to worry about losing loved ones.
As for Joan, although she survived the massacre of her village, she was fortunate to meet the Old Police Officer who became her Adoptive Father.
Unfortunately, not long after, her Adoptive Father passed away. She suffered from exclusion and humiliation from those around her.
Besides them, there were Old Ma and Dunkong. None of these friends were harmed by evil; now she was left alone?
He hated these evil forces with a passion. They were the tumors of society, the scum of the world.
In his eyes, they were completely unnecessary garbage.
Whether it be cults or monsters, those who brought misfortune to others were detestable fellows.
Without much more to say, Ye Mingshang's expression changed slightly as he stood ready with his spear, radiating an aura that indicated he was prepared for battle. (To be continued.)
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