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Mao Sheng seemed to smile as if he had just escaped a disaster. Although he ultimately emerged unscathed and appeared to have easily subdued Ye Mingshang, only he knew the real danger he had faced.
The opponent's speed far exceeded his own, coupled with an overwhelming strength that he could not shake off. If it weren't for his quick short-distance speed and clever maneuvering to evade, that punch would have surely been fatal.
He let out a sigh of relief, but soon felt his vision begin to blur, and he started to tilt to one side, experiencing a dizzying sensation.
Conversely, this was merely a visual perception; his body did not feel the same way, which was quite strange.
Even as darkness enveloped him and his consciousness faded, he could not comprehend what was happening.
Ye Mingshang stood calmly, glancing at Mao Sheng who had collapsed not far in front of him, shaking his head in resignation.
"Is this what they call the strongest cult with top-tier combat power? It's too weak; even Little Tiger is stronger. If it weren't for the old man's lack of ambition, these humans wouldn't stand a chance."
After taking another look at the unconscious Mao Sheng, he chose not to strike.
"In light of the fact that you didn't try to kill me, I'll spare your life. However, without some time to recuperate, you won't be able to move. Consider this your reward."
To deal with Mao Sheng, Ye Mingshang didn't even need to lift a finger; he simply used a hypnosis technique on him.
Illusion—he could also perform it, though not in depth. However, due to his powerful mental strength, it was executed with great dominance. Only those with strong willpower or masters of Illusion could resist its control.
At least, this level of Illusion would not confuse Dream Wolf.
Resolving the issue with Mao Sheng, Ye Mingshang did not feel any joy.
To him, he was merely a minor character.
In his long life, such people were nothing more than passersby, lacking any value that warranted his concern.
Turning around, Ye Mingshang stared straight ahead without speaking.
After a moment, a figure slowly emerged.
"Hahaha! I thought I was hiding quite well, but it seems you still found me. Your perception is truly the strongest I have ever seen."
This was a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his thirties, of average build, with a chiseled and handsome face. He had sparse stubble on his chin. He smiled brightly and charmingly, resembling a warm-hearted uncle.
It was Wu Boyi.
Ye Mingshang remained silent, simply staring at him. There was no hostility, but also no kindness; he seemed to be standing there in a daze.
Wu Boyi awkwardly chuckled, his lips twitching slightly.
"I say, could you please stop looking at me like that? It's really quite awkward."
Ye Mingshang did not respond, maintaining the same expression as he fixed his gaze on him. Although he said nothing and exuded no aura, it made Wu Boyi feel uncomfortable, as if sitting on pins and needles.
Suddenly, Ye Mingshang's aura slowly radiated outward, a heavy pressure that made it hard for others to breathe.
The pressure grew stronger, and Wu Boyi struggled to endure it, his expression becoming increasingly grave.
He gradually crouched down, forming a stance similar to a horse stance.
The ground beneath him sank underfoot, almost completely engulfing his feet.
Wu Boyi strained to hold on; it felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on his head, threatening to crush him completely.
Although he knew this was merely an illusion, he couldn't help but feel that overwhelming sensation. The feeling of being crushed like a mountain was simply too intense to bear.
This was a form of suppression, or rather, a suppression of the soul.
Though Wu Boyi was strong, he was still just a mortal. In contrast, Ye Mingshang, despite being the lowest tier of Human Immortal, had truly transcended the mortal realm and become one of the exalted immortals.
Moreover, Ye Mingshang inherited the killing intent from his past life as the Killer Prince, exuding an aura that sent chills down one's spine.
The oppressive aura made it difficult for Wu Boyi to even stand.
"Stop!"
At that moment, a sharp command rang out, and Wu Boyi immediately felt the pressure lighten. Without the weight pressing down on him, he felt utterly drained and couldn't help but sit down on the ground.
The two deep footprints in the spot where he had been standing were quite noticeable.
Breathing heavily, Wu Boyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his figure flashing as he hurried back behind Wang Sijin.
He stood at over six feet tall, quite sturdy but lacking in muscle, with a beer belly. His skin was dark, and he sported a buzz cut along with unkempt sparse facial hair around his mouth.
As for his clothing, he wore no Miao attire and nothing particularly extravagant. It was just simple home wear: a short-sleeved shirt, baggy shorts, and a pair of flip-flops.
Overall, he looked like an ordinary neighbor, a rough-looking man.
Standing there, he exuded no imposing presence; he appeared just like any other person. Who would have thought that such a man was a ruthless killer, the leader of China's largest cult, the Black Witch Cult?
If placed on the street, in the fields, or in a small alley, and given a bowl of noodles with two cloves of garlic, he would seem completely out of place.
Not wanting to judge by appearances, Ye Mingshang gave Wang Sijin a serious look.
"Wang Sijin."
Each word was pronounced slowly but not with a tone of hatred; rather, it was very calm, confirming a certain matter.
Wang Sijin laughed heartily and lit a cigarette.
"Thank you for remembering me, Master Ye. I didn't know you still recognized this old fellow. How has the Black Dragon been lately?"
The Black Dragon is a name given to the Underworld River, derived from its image. If you mention the Underworld River to an ordinary Yin Yang Master, they might not know what you're talking about, but if you say Black Dragon, nine and a half out of ten will recognize it.
His reputation is thunderous; across all of China, there is no stronger monster than him.
Even in the world at large, few can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
In this world, only a handful of people can catch the attention of the Underworld River. Ye Mingshang did not expect that Wang Sijin seemed to be quite familiar with the Underworld River.
"Do you know my old man?" Ye Mingshang asked with a slight frown.
Wang Sijin smiled and replied, "I wouldn't say we're familiar, but we have met once. The Black Dragon truly lives up to being the strongest great demon; the pressure he exudes left me trembling."
Ye Mingshang chose not to say more. After all, in his heart, these were all enemies who had forced Joan to her demise. He always had just one attitude towards enemies.
Boom!
Suddenly, an overwhelming aura was released. Ye Mingshang held nothing back, and his powerful presence instantly forced Wu Boyi to the ground without any resistance.
Inside, he felt bitter and wanted to shout, "Why is it always me who gets hurt?!" (To be continued.)
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