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As Ye Kai furrowed his brow in deep thought, a crowd had already gathered in front of the Ancient Tomb Gate.
They were a group of men and women who exuded an otherworldly aura.
Of course, the most attention-grabbing among them was the man standing at the forefront.
His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, his complexion was a deep crimson, and his skin was as smooth as a baby's. His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity, and he wore white garments that were as pure as snow. Though slender, he possessed a remarkable bone structure that gave him an ethereal presence.
A chilling aura radiated from him, causing those around to instinctively recoil in fear, constantly reminding them of his existence.
Despite the unease he inspired in everyone who glanced his way, there was an inexplicable quality about him; even though he was clearly a Demon, he somehow conveyed the essence of a Daoist immortal.
At this moment, he surveyed everything before him with curious eyes.
However, his attention was primarily focused on the two women who had appeared from within the ancient tomb.
As if sensing something, he inhaled the fresh air before him with a look of intoxication, even narrowing his eyes in pleasure.
His mood was quite good.
And so... he wanted to kill!
Kill the Daoist Priestess!
Kill the beauty!
Eliminate anyone who stood in his way!
"Two little ones, why do you look like that upon seeing me? Are you not happy?"
Bloodhand Li Gong noticed the ghostly expressions on the faces of Hong Lingbo and her brother, and his brows furrowed slightly. An overwhelming aura of bloodlust emanated from him, causing both Li Mochou and the Dragon Maiden to break into a cold sweat, secretly alarmed.
For the sake of these two children, the leader of the Yin Kui Sect had actually appeared, and he brought so many powerful experts with him. What were they to do?
Li Mochou bit her lip tightly, silently praying that this senior would show mercy on account of their neighborly ties and help them out.
Otherwise, today, the two sisters would surely be facing disaster.
"Senior... if I join the Yin Kui Sect and become your disciple, will you spare my sister and her friends..." Hong Jian Nan's face was pale, but he still gritted his teeth and stood tall.
Hong Lingbo's complexion was equally ashen. Usually quite talkative, she found it hard to muster any courage at this moment. Just managing to stand firm under such pressure was already commendable.
Bloodhand Li Gong looked at the stubborn siblings with a sinister smile, remaining silent.
This situation was becoming increasingly interesting.
As his gaze flickered, he seemed to think of something amusing. He stared at Li Mochou and the calm Dragon Maiden, feeling an impulse to tear them both apart.
In that case, these two could naturally become his disciples, and then he could pit them against each other in a life-and-death struggle. That might be quite entertaining!
"Ah!"
A flash of surprise crossed Bloodhand Li Gong's eyes: "I didn't expect someone could actually achieve Qi Flight!"
At that moment, a ethereal voice echoed in everyone's ears: "To reach this level of the Magic Secret Strategy without clear understanding is impressive indeed!"
A single sentence not only dispelled the murderous intent of Bloodhand Li Gong but also drew the attention of everyone present.
In the fading light of the setting sun, a figure walked leisurely toward them, backlit by the sun, slowly stepping through the air.
Due to the sunlight behind the newcomer, the crowd could not see his face clearly; they could only feel an eerie atmosphere from his slow, ethereal movements, which rendered most of them speechless and hesitant to act arrogantly.
Even though they were the leaders of the Demonic Path in the Central Plains, at that moment, they were filled with fear and shock.
"You are Ye Kai, the Martial Arts True Immortal of the Shattered Void Realm?" Bloodhand Li Gong asked coldly, his expression serious.
"That's right, my name is Ye Kai. However, as for the realm of Broken Void... hmm..." Ye Kai raised an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing on his face as he teased, "What do you think?"
"Hmph!"
For the first time, Bloodhand Li Gong felt he could not see through someone. Of course, there was also Ling Donglai, whom he had only heard about but never seen.
As Ye Kai approached, he tilted his head and examined this rather sinister-looking man. He chuckled lightly and said, "Ha! But buddy, have you noticed that your mindset is all wrong? According to this sect, even if you possess the Demonic Seed of the Dao Heart or the Purple Blood Great Technique, you have no chance of mastering it!"
"Let go of everything, and I will guide you to immortality. How about that?"
"Let go of everything, and I will guide you to immortality. How about that?"
"Hiss..."
Looking at the lightly smiling man, nearly everyone was stunned into silence by his domineering words. A feeling akin to plummeting from a great height washed over each person’s heart, leaving them dizzy and weak in the knees.
This time, Ye Kai did not choose the outfit adorned with Radiance; instead, he opted for a purple robe, which was equally embellished with exquisite patterns.
If the previous attire was that of a flamboyant Young Master, then the current one exuded an aura of authority intertwined with the depth of a Celestial Exile.
This was a set of clothing specially tailored for him by the gods, and it was one he particularly favored. Not only did this garment possess defensive capabilities comparable to Golden Armor, but it also boasted several functions.
For instance, it remained free from dust, was impervious to water and fire, and could even levitate…
At this moment, although his words were gentle, they carried an overwhelming presence and immense pressure.
His gaze fell upon the sinister leader of the Yin Kui Sect before him. Ye Kai smiled, waiting for his answer.
The other party seemed to want to project an air of nonchalance, yet every part of him radiated a terrifying killing intent. Even his long hair, cascading over his shoulders, danced wildly behind him, slicing through the air like dark blades.
“Boom!!!”
A violent Shockwave erupted between the two, instantly sending everyone nearby into disarray as they hurriedly retreated.
Ye Kai maintained his composure as he watched the hand that was still thirty centimeters away from him. He slowly withdrew his smile. “The Seventy-Two Demonic Hands? You still have quite a way to go!”
“Hmph! Kill!!!”
Bloodhand Li Gong's eyes flashed with fierce light as his figure vanished once more. When he reappeared, he was already in mid-air, one hand breaking through layers of air as it came crashing down towards Ye Kai's forehead.
“Boom!!!”
Ye Kai shifted slightly, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. However, he quickly raised one hand and swiftly struck upwards to the left. With a resounding crash, the current leader of the Yin Kui Sect was sent flying over ten meters away. Upon landing, he left two deep grooves in the ground with his feet.
"Alright, as expected of the Martial Arts True Immortal, let's continue!"
Bloodhand Li Gong's eyes glimmered ominously as he stomped the ground, creating a wave of dust. In an instant, his figure vanished, only to reappear as dozens of phantoms, each one launching countless strikes towards Ye Kai.
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad! Now let's see how this Sect counters your devilish hands!" Ye Kai seemed to have found an interesting toy, a playful expression lighting up his face.
Though the attack came at an astonishing speed, dodging it was far too easy for him. Instead of evading, at the moment the dozens of strikes were about to land, Ye Kai's body trembled violently.
"Roar!"
A powerful resonance erupted from him, waves of circular shockwaves emanating outward. Behind him, a faint phantom appeared and roared in response.
"Bang!"
Before Bloodhand Li Gong's phantoms could reach him, they were suddenly shattered, and he staggered backward in shock.
"What kind of skill is this?!" Bloodhand Li Gong exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that the perfected Golden Bell Shield?"
The Golden Bell Shield was said to originate from Shaolin, but like many martial arts such as Arhat Fist and Iron Cloth Shirt, its practice had long spread through the martial world. Although many practiced it, those who truly achieved mastery could be counted on one hand.
While the initial stages of this skill weren't overly difficult—requiring only perseverance and determination to master within a few years—advancing beyond the sixth level brought excruciating pain akin to being skinned alive with each progression. The suffering intensified layer by layer; without immense willpower, it was impossible to endure.
Moreover, reaching a profound level required innate talent and resources; otherwise, success was utterly unattainable.
At least in Bloodhand Li Gong's memory, there were hardly any who could cultivate the Golden Bell Shield to perfection.
Furthermore, due to the widespread reputation of the Golden Bell Shield, everyone knew that unless one reached the highest realm of mastery, vulnerabilities would always exist. As a master of his caliber, he could easily discern those weaknesses at a glance.
"Not quite, my friend. We've had our fair share of exchanges, and this is merely the first spell of the 'Lin' character from the Nine Character Mantra that was created out of sheer boredom by this Sect!"
It was a self-created technique, meant to impress the crowd, especially this fellow known as the foremost figure of the Central Plains Demon Sect. This guy had traversed the universe, flourishing for those who followed him and perishing for those who opposed him, looking down upon the world.
Since it was so 'lame,' how could Ye Kai not take the opportunity to 'play' a little?
However, Bloodhand Li Gong was indeed formidable. Even Ning Daoqi from the Tang Dynasty Dimension would find himself at a disadvantage against him, likely falling after about a hundred moves.
"Self-created?!"
Bloodhand Li Gong's cheeks twitched as he suddenly withdrew, his body flickering as he flew back.
"Thud!!!"
He retreated quickly, but Ye Kai moved even faster, almost as if he transcended space itself. In an instant, he covered more than ten meters and pointed at Bloodhand Li Gong's hastily raised right arm. The White Robe shattered instantly, bursting into a spray of blood.
"What a Martial Arts True Immortal! What a Nine Character Mantra!"
Bloodhand Li Gong let out a muffled groan as the strike hit his right arm. He felt an odd energy surging uncontrollably within him. His expression changed slightly as he flipped his body, transforming into a spinning top that traced an arc through the air, retreating several dozen meters in an instant.
"Whoosh!"
Just as he was about to come to a stop, his expression darkened again. He suddenly exerted force beneath his feet and shot upward like an arrow released from its bow.
"Not bad at all!" Ye Kai's figure shifted slightly as he took another step that seemed to transcend space itself, instantly catching up to Bloodhand Li Gong, who was soaring upward like a startled goose, and pointed once more.
"Ah!"
A series of gasps echoed through the air, as both the disciples of the Yin Gui Sect and the members of the ancient tomb looked on in sheer terror at the fierce battle unfolding before them, their faces reflecting an overwhelming sense of astonishment and shock.
"Bang!!!"
Bloodhand Li Gong watched helplessly as a finger, resembling a towering pillar, struck down upon him. For the first time, despair crept into his heart. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth, crossed his arms, and summoned all his strength to form a protective barrier around himself.
Yet the outcome was hardly better; he was forcefully 'pinned' by that single finger and sent flying for dozens of meters.
"Poof!!!"
A spray of Blood Mist erupted from Bloodhand Li Gong's mouth, creating a strangely vibrant spectacle under the setting sun.
His right hand lay motionless.
On his left arm, a deep imprint marked by a finger could be seen, revealing bone beneath. Blood trickled down along that line.
Bloodhand Li Gong remained in a crossed-arm stance, his body leaning forward, yet he was frozen in place, utterly still.
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