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However, they were foolish, but not everyone was.
The young man and the burly bald man were initially stunned, first because they had received an answer, and then because the answer was too unbelievable.
"Just you alone?"
"What kind of joke is this?!"
There were nearly a thousand people in Senra Hall, yet not a single one was left alive. Even the fearsome leader, Rosen, had not been found; it was only through this special method that they confirmed the other party was dead.
Although Asura Hall had fewer members, only about a hundred, they were all elite fighters. Even when compared to Senra Hall, they were not opponents. Yet their fate was the same as Senra Hall's—complete annihilation. It was even worse for them since they had lost their base at Mountain Peak, and they had no idea how the enemy had accomplished this.
Clearly, several people were dissatisfied with this answer. Two halls, over a thousand people, with combat power exceeding ten thousand civilians. Could you really handle it all by yourself? Are you more powerful than the leader? Moreover, even if you are strong, how could so many people not leave a single survivor? Don't be ridiculous; even the most elite team would need at least a few hundred members.
Are you trying to fool us with such words? Do you really think we are that naive? Even if we believe you, would those above believe it?
The bald man's expression shifted from joy to gloom as he coldly stared at the other party with his leopard-like eyes and said in a chilling voice, "You really have a big mouth. Just you alone? You think you can take down over a thousand people by yourself? Do you really think we're three-year-old children?"
By the end of his statement, the bald man was furious, the muscles on his face twitching.
"Oh? Then tell me, what would make you believe what I say?" Ye Mingshang's mocking voice rang out.
The bald man did not respond, but the young man scoffed and said, "Forget everything else; as long as you can kill Brothers, I'll believe what you say."
Ye Mingshang turned around and calmly looked at them. "Since that's the case, then as you wish."
Suddenly, a few people felt a jolt in their hearts, an ominous feeling surged up.
"Damn! You think you can act all mysterious by yourself? Brothers, give me ****, I still need to collect my reward and go find my Xiao Cui!" The Pointed-Mouth Monkey-Face shouted, whether out of fear or something else, leading the charge forward.
In the next moment, to their disbelief, Ye Mingshang actually vanished. A living person, just at such a close distance, disappeared right before their eyes!
"Where did he go?"
A chilling voice suddenly echoed in their ears, causing their hair to stand on end.
"Off to hell to see your Xiao Cui."
In the next instant, the Sharp-Mouthed Monkey-Faced Man, who had been ready to attack, felt his heart racing. He suddenly realized that his career was about to take a turn for the worse, yet he did not move forward.
Had he been knocked away?
In the next moment, he understood. His vision became inverted and chaotic. As he landed, he saw a headless body standing not far away. That was his body!
What! Is this how I die?
The others were stunned; everything happened too quickly for them to react.
Moreover, knocking someone's head off like that is just too exaggerated!
If it had been done with a knife, it would be one thing, but clearly, he was empty-handed—where did the weapons come from?
The next moment, after dealing with the Pointed-Mouth Monkey-Face, Ye Mingshang turned to look at the remaining few people.
Anyone who met his gaze felt a chill run through them, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Since you want to see my strength, then let me show you."
Boom!
A thunderous shockwave echoed in their minds, and before they even had the thought of escaping, they were already spinning in a whirlwind, their consciousness gradually fading into darkness.
Casually glancing at the corpses on the ground, Ye Mingshang's expression remained calm, as if he were merely observing a few dead insects by the roadside.
Outwardly composed, he felt a sense of melancholy inside.
"It seems that my killing intent has been a bit too strong lately," Ye Mingshang murmured as he looked up at the sky.
"Forget it, I won't think about that for now."
Shaking his head, Ye Mingshang was about to leave when he suddenly felt a sensation of being watched.
"Who is it?!" His eyes widened instantly as he focused intently on his surroundings.
After a moment, Ye Mingshang retracted his awareness and shook his head slightly.
"Am I being overly cautious?"
Far away, in a pitch-black grand hall.
At the top seat, a tall and sturdy figure sat upright.
"Hey! This spirit is quite strong, to actually sense my presence. Luckily, I withdrew my consciousness early; otherwise, I would have been exposed," Wang Sijin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling a bit shaken.
Indeed, this tall man was Wang Sijin, an almost god-like figure of the Black Witch Cult.
On the table lay a uniquely shaped mirror, about the size of a palm.
Glancing at the dark surface of the mirror on the table, Wang Sijin chuckled with interest.
"The Grandmaster Ye's temper seems a bit too great; destroying two of my branches and still not satisfied."
He shook his head slightly and let out a bitter laugh.
"I don't really care about the lives of those useless fools, but being treated this way is somewhat embarrassing."
At this point, Wang Sijin squinted his eyes, a smile on his face that gave off an eerie feeling.
"I was originally worried that the Old Dragon would come knocking if I didn't act against you. I didn't expect your own power to have grown so strong, Grandmaster Ye. No, perhaps you already possess the strength of a demigod."
Thinking about this, a grin spread across Wang Sijin's face, revealing a row of pale white teeth that appeared particularly sinister in the dim light.
"However, even as a demigod, you cannot run wild on my territory, Wang Sijin."
In the darkness, a shadow quietly emerged, as if it had suddenly appeared.
"Master, do you need me to take care of him?"
A chilling voice echoed, sounding as if it came from hell, giving an unsettling and cold feeling.
Sitting in his seat, Wang Sijin waved his hand.
"No need for that. Just watch quietly. If he has the ability, let him come here."
"What about the factions..."
"Don't worry about those factions. If they really get wiped out, it's their own incompetence. Besides, after so many years, it's time to clean things up down there; otherwise, some people will forget who truly holds power in the Black Witch Cult." As he spoke the last part, Wang Sijin narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying aura spread from Muran.
Feeling this aura, even the shadow couldn't help but glance sideways. However, aside from fear, there was also a surge of battle intent within him.
"Put away that annoying gaze. That little Fellow is not weak; those few Fellows may not be able to hold him down. You might get your chance to act then."
Wang Sijin shot a glance at the shadow and said in a deep voice. Despite his naturally smiling face, even when stern, he still gave off a sense of warmth. Yet, even so, no one dared to overlook his presence.
(To be continued.)
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