Blades flashed, swords flashed, and blood splattered across the sky.
Even the slightest twitch of their noses was enough to smell the pungent stench of blood.
Bai Family clansmen fell from the sky one after another. Of course, the yao servants in the Yao-Sealing Pagoda suffered casualties as well, but most were only heavily injured. Their death toll was much lower than the Bai Family's.
Ye Zichen's sudden attack caught the Bai clansmen off guard.
The yao servants had an absolute advantage: the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. If they wanted to leave, they needed the master's permission, but if they wanted to enter, all they needed was a single thought.
Once they were done, they could return to the Yao-Sealing Pagoda to recover.
The Bai Family clansmen, who'd been on the verge of annihilating the yao servants, could only watch helplessly as they disappeared. Then, numerous yao servants fought back.
"How dare you? How dare you …."
Bai Yulong was dumbfounded.
He watched as Bai Haoran's uncle's fate hung in the balance, then watched as Ye Zichen's yao servants slaughtered the Bai Family clansmen with no regard for their lives.
How dare he!
This was Spirit City's Bai Family! This was the Bai Family's main branch, not a branch of some other city.
The situation was clearly tilting in the Bai Family's favor. Why did Ye Zichen still order his subordinates to attack? Wasn't he afraid of death?
From Ye Zichen's command, Bai Yulong could sense his determination.
Ye Zichen was determined to take his life!
Even though he knew they were doomed, even though they clearly had no chance of victory, he still made this choice.
He was a madman!
His subordinates were all madmen, a bunch of madmen who didn't care about their lives!
"No, I can't argue with these madmen. I can't …." Bai Yulong was scared stiff. He was practically scared out of his wits.
His eyes flashed with terror as he muttered to himself and ran back to the Bai Family's inner hall.
These people were all crazy. They didn't care about their lives. He didn't want to argue with these fugitives. He was tired. He wanted to go back and rest. In a few hours, the Bai Family would definitely eradicate them. There was no need for him to worry about them.
He wanted to go back and rest. He wanted to go back and rest.
He didn't even look back as he dashed into the inner hall. before he stepped through the door, he pulled out all the talismans he could use and slapped them against the door. He placed several seals around the room.
"In a few hours, they'll all be dead, all dead …"
Bai Yulong, who was sitting on the bed, was restless. He looked outside through the window, and his lips were pale.
From time to time, the corpses of a few Bai clansmen would fall from his courtyard, heavily smashing onto the ground, their skin and flesh mangled.
Then, a few demon servants landed on the ground and searched their bodies.
Bai Yulong, on the other hand, held his breath and squatted on the ground. He pretended not to see anything and squatted in the corner of the room, shivering.
Actually, he wasn't weak, but he was scared out of his wits.
At this moment, he was probably weaker than an earth supreme.
"Bai Yulong?"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from Bai Yulong's room.
He couldn't be more familiar with that voice. It was Ye Zichen's.
He stood up abruptly and looked at the door. The talisman was still there, and the restriction had not been broken.
"Illusion, it's all an illusion …"
Bai Yulong comforted himself. Just as he was squatting on the ground, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Bai Yulong, what are you doing squatting here?"
Bai Yulong looked up and saw Ye Zichen standing with his hands in his pockets, half-bent and smiling at him.
Bai Yulong retreated in terror until he bumped into the corner of the wall ….
"You …."
"You really are a clever little devil," said Ye Zichen with a smile. Ye Zichen pursed his lips into a smile. "The Bai Family is fighting to the death for you, but you snuck into your room. To tell the truth, I feel bad for Bai Haoran. He lost his own life for the sake of his nephew. "
"You killed Uncle Haoran!" Bai Yulong glared at him.
"Who knows? Whether or not he survives depends on himself," said Ye Zichen. If Bai Haoran's cultivation was higher, the poison on the dagger would only numb him; it wouldn't kill him. But if his cultivation was lower, only death awaited him.
"How dare you! Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Bai Yulong panted heavily. "This is the Bai Family. If you act so arrogantly, there's no way you'll survive. When my father comes out, when my great-grandfather and grandfather come out, all of you will die. All of you will die …. "
Bai Yulong glared at him, his voice breaking from shouting.
"Is that so? Then I might have to act quickly."
He raised the Xuan-Yuan Sword high into the air ….
"Little Young Master, be careful!"
Suddenly, Ye Zichen felt a chill run down his spine. He forcefully changed the trajectory of the Xuan-Yuan Sword, tilting it to the left.
The entire house collapsed, accompanied by a crisp clanging sound.
The Xuan-Yuan Sword slipped from Ye Zichen's hands, spun in the air a few times, then stabbed into the ground.
The person who'd appeared was none other than the God of Wine. He used his body to block the rocks above him, then looked nervously down at Ye Zichen.
"Little Young Master, you're not …."
As soon as he spoke, the God of Wine saw Ye Zichen in his arms and trembled.
"Little Young Master!"
This howl was heard by the divine generals fighting against the Bai Clan Hegemons.
"Boss's voice."
Ol 'Five abruptly stopped, and the other Divine Generals followed suit.
"Something's wrong with that voice, and just now, it sounded like …. Little Young Master …." The bearded Ol 'Three knit his brows.
"Let's go take a look!"
They glanced at each other, then immediately set aside the rulers and charged into the inner courtyard.
Yang Jian, the Great Sage, and the others inexplicably sensed that something was wrong. Furthermore, the Divine Generals had left, leaving them behind to fight the rulers. They couldn't quite deal with them, so they followed them into the inner courtyard.
"Little Young Master …."
The God of Wine, still holding Ye Zichen, cried out involuntarily. He looked up and ahead.
In front of them stood a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to Bai Yulong. He carried a longsword in his right hand and gripped Bai Yulong's shoulder with his left.
Whoosh!
Several air-piercing noises could be heard as the Profound Pavilion's Divine Generals rushed over, their bodies drenched in blood.
"Boss, what …."
Ol 'Three was just about to ask what was going on when he saw Ye Zichen in the God of Wine's arms. His eyes widened. The other Divine Generals froze as well. They stared blankly at the scene.
At the same time, the Great Sage and the others arrived as well.
"Ye-zi!"
"Zichen!"
Xiao Yumei rushed to his side like a madwoman. Pu Jingwan did the same. They stared intently at Ye Zichen, tears streaming down Xiao Yumei's cheeks.
"Zichen, how could this be? How could this be?"
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