The leader was naturally the young master of the Death Spirit Valley… You Chuan.
At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura. The surrounding air seemed to become exceptionally biting under the influence of this aura.
“Young Master You Chuan, leave these two to me!”
Beside him, an elder at the peak of the Martial Sovereign realm said respectfully.
This was a rare opportunity to gain merit, and he did not want to miss it.
“Good!”
You Chuan stared intently at Ye Ming and the other person, saying, “Crippled the man. Keep the woman for me, I want to ‘interrogate’ their purpose myself!”
When he spoke the word “interrogate,” a hint of effeminate darkness clearly flickered in his eyes.
“Yes! Young Master, rest assured! I will personally capture that woman and bring her to you!”
Upon hearing this, the elder grinned, then strode towards Ye Ming.
“Kid! You dare to cause trouble in the Death Spirit Valley, you must be…”
Just as he was about to utter some harsh words, he saw a flash of white light before his eyes, and his body suddenly stiffened.
A blood hole the size of a finger appeared on his chest.
In the end, he didn’t even feel any pain before his body collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly.
“Long-winded!”
Ye Ming merely glanced at the elder on the ground before his gaze shifted to You Chuan, saying expressionlessly, “I’ll give you one chance. Call your father back. Otherwise, you won’t get another chance!”
After his words fell, a deathly silence descended upon the scene.
No one could have imagined such a turn of events.
One second!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
Three seconds later, the people of the Death Spirit Valley finally snapped back from the shock of what had just happened.
“Damn it! To deal with you, we wouldn’t need to alert our… Ah!”
Beside You Chuan, another subordinate with the strength of a peak Martial Sovereign was about to speak.
But before he could finish, a blood hole silently appeared on his chest as well.
With a scream, his body slowly fell. His pupils were still wide open, staring unblinkingly, just like the elder before him.
“Don’t test my patience!”
Ye Ming looked indifferently at the people of the Death Spirit Valley, his tone growing heavy.
His purpose was simple: to resolve the matter in one go. If You Chuan could call his father back, it would save him some trouble.
“Kid! You’re too arrogant! Do you really think the Death Spirit Valley has no one?”
At this moment, a robed elder slowly walked out from behind You Chuan.
With every step the elder took, the surrounding air seemed to thin. The terrifying pressure emanating from him had already caused some weaker disciples of the Death Spirit Valley to collapse to their knees, not daring to meet his gaze.
This was… Imperial Dao Force!
That elder was a Martial Emperor expert.
“Elder Xie!”
Upon seeing the elder, You Chuan, as the young master, bowed respectfully, his tone filled with deference.
It seemed this person held a very high position in the Death Spirit Valley.
“Hmm!”
Elder Xie glanced at You Chuan and said with a slightly cold tone, “Did you provoke this person outside again?”
These words clearly carried a tone of reprimand.
“Elder Xie! I don’t know these two people!”
At this moment, You Chuan’s expression was extremely grim.
It was one thing for his own people to be killed in front of him. What was even more infuriating was that he didn’t even know the identity of the attacker or any reason for their animosity.
He knew nothing about any of this.
“Don’t know?”
Hearing this, Elder Xie frowned and looked at Ye Ming, saying, “Sir, you killed a disciple of my Death Spirit Valley without a word. Do you owe this old man an explanation?”
“Explanation?”
Ye Ming glanced at him indifferently, a devilish smile on his face, and said, “I don’t like the look of your Death Spirit Valley, is that not allowed?”
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Death Spirit Valley disciples turned ashen, their pupils filled with rage.
Although they knew their sect didn’t have the best reputation, they had never encountered someone like the young man before them, who came looking for trouble simply because he disliked their appearance.
“Good! Young people are indeed arrogant!”
Elder Xie narrowed his eyes, his aura growing even more formidable, and said, “Since that’s the case, then you… die!”
As his voice fell, Elder Xie vanished from his spot strangely. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ye Ming: “Kid! Pay for your foolish actions…”
*Bang!*
Just as his palm, shrouded in black energy, was about to touch Ye Ming’s neck, a rapidly enlarging finger suddenly appeared before his eyes.
And his brow had precisely collided with the tip of the finger.
A thin, white light penetrated from his brow and instantly emerged from the back of his head.
“Is this the price you want me to pay?” Ye Ming retracted his index finger, saying without turning his head.
Elder Xie stood like a withered tree, his once aged face devoid of its last trace of color.
From the center of his brow, a drop of crimson liquid fell, tracing a path over his nose before finally sliding to the ground.
The moment that drop of blood touched the ground, the faint glint in Elder Xie’s eyes completely vanished.
His eyes did not close.
Confusion and fear became the last emotions he left in this world.
The death of Elder Xie was like a gust of wind carrying souls from the abyss, instantly spreading through the hearts of the Death Spirit Valley disciples.
Terror and unease completely destroyed their last vestiges of reason.
They couldn’t understand why the Martial Emperor expert, who stood so high above them, was so vulnerable.
Was… was he a god?
Once this thought took root, their bodies became weak, and they collapsed to the ground, not even daring to think of escape.
As for their young master, his face had already turned extremely pale. His legs had begun to tremble uncontrollably.
“Elder Xie… is dead!”
He looked at the elder who was now devoid of any life, murmuring subconsciously.
He could not, and dared not, accept what was happening before his eyes.
“Don’t show such a helpless expression!”
Ye Ming looked at the man before him and said coldly, “I think you’ve seen this kind of helplessness on many people’s faces before, haven’t you?”
Yes!
Just as Ye Ming had said, he had seen many such expressions before.
And he had seen them many times.
On the faces of old men, young men, and even young girls.
He had seen them many times.
However, in the past, he was the one inflicting it. And he truly enjoyed seeing the helpless struggles of others.
And now, he himself had become the victim.
This was perhaps what people often called… the heavens’ cycle of retribution, where no one escapes divine justice.
“You’re fortunate that I’m still giving you a chance to make a choice,” Ye Ming said calmly. “Contact your father. This is your last opportunity.”