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Black Hell Saint Son
After waiting for a period of time, Ye Fei still didn't see any signs of the old man appearing. In the end, he gave up waiting. Instead of wasting time here, he might as well rush back to the True Martial Sacred Academy as soon as possible and head to the ancient starry sky path.
"Heavens, this fiend is finally gone."
"As expected of the Great Devil Saint who defeated the goddess. If he and the assassins of the Black Hell were to fight in the city, the entire Snow Wind City may be destroyed."
"It seems that the Black Hell is just like that. They can't even kill Ye Fei, who has a body abandoned by the heavens. They even said that they would assassinate the White-clothed War God and a peerless genius like the goddess. What a joke!"
"Hahaha …"
With the departure of Ye Fei, the dark clouds of the battle gradually dispersed, and the martial artists in the city became active again. At the same time, the news of Ye Fei defeating the assassins of the Black Hell spread throughout the Snow Wind Empire at the fastest speed, and then to the other empires in the Central Region.
For a time, the name of Ye Fei, the Great Devil Saint, once again shocked the entire Central Region. At the same time, the reputation of the Black Hell, which was defeated by Ye Fei, naturally plummeted.
Especially when the news reached the ears of the Quasi-emperor clans who had some understanding of the Black Hell. Even these Quasi-emperor clans felt that it was unbelievable, and then secretly began to suspect whether the Black Hell, an assassin organization, had gradually declined after the ancient turmoil.
Gradually, even many Quasi-emperor clans no longer took the Black Hell seriously.
"Saint Son, it's my fault. I shouldn't have underestimated the enemy and underestimated Ye Fei's battle strength. I didn't expect that he would really integrate the ice domain that the Hell Master had prepared for you, and cultivate a dual domain. That's why he took the initiative and damaged the reputation of the Black Hell!"
In a courtyard in the marketplace, the old man who had once attacked Ye Fei, knelt in front of a young man in his early twenties with a face full of self-blame.
The young man's appearance was still a little unstable. Sometimes he was an innocent boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and sometimes he was an indifferent young man in his early twenties.
He was the Holy Son of Black Jail, and also the little boy who once threatened to kill everyone in the town. Now that two years had passed, the little boy had grown up quickly and gradually had the appearance of a young man.
This was a secret technique of the Black Prison. It would temporarily shrink his body, making it easier to seal him. After tens of thousands of years, the Saint Child would wake up from the seal. Only then would he grow rapidly and return to his peak state.
It was just that the Holy Son of Black Prison had deviated after he woke up. That was tens of thousands of years, which still had a very serious impact on Black Prison.
Especially the Ancient Human-Demon Catastrophe, it was a devastating blow to the remaining forces of the Black Prison and most of the sects. The Black Prison was no exception. The remaining forces were either wiped out or were still in the Ancient Seal, waiting to be awakened.
This was the reason why Ye Fei was able to enter the Abyss Prison unhindered and smoothly snatch the Heaven-grade Frost Domain.
"Holy Son, this is all my fault. I have tarnished the reputation of the Black Prison. I am willing to die to atone for my sins!" Seeing that the young man in front of him remained silent, the old man finally made up his mind. He took out a dagger and placed it on his neck, as if he was ready to commit suicide at any time.
The indifferent young man finally spoke. He snatched the dagger from the old man's hand and said, "Assassins are not martialists. We don't have honor, so naturally, we don't have to worry about failure. I will personally take Ye Fei's head."
"But Holy Son, he now has a Heaven-grade Domain. That is a Domain that only Martial Emperors can possess!" The old man was a little worried but also relieved. He didn't really want to die. He was just putting on an act. Even assassins cherished their lives.
A cold glint flashed in the indifferent young man's eyes. He let the old man go not because he cared about their relationship, but because the true experts of the Black Prison were still in a deep slumber. Only he and the old man had awakened prematurely due to an accident. If he killed the old man, he would become a loner.
He coldly looked at the sky and said, "You don't have to worry about the Domain. Back then, the Hell Master prepared two Heaven-grade Domains for me. However, before I fell into a deep slumber, my strength was still too low. I wasn't able to support the fusion of two Heaven-grade Domains. The Hell Master placed the Frost Domain in the Abyss Prison so that he could wait for me to awaken before fusing it. However, the Hell Master didn't expect that the ancient calamity would destroy the power of the Black Prison. That's why the Heaven Abandoned Trash Body benefited from it!"
"What? Two Domains? Doesn't that mean that when the second Heaven-grade Domain in your body completely recovers, the Holy Son will be able to suppress those of the same generation and possess fighting strength comparable to a Martial Emperor?"
The old man was very excited. One must know that in this era where Martial Emperors didn't appear, a young man who possessed the fighting strength of a Martial Emperor was basically a god-like existence.
Moreover, unlike Ye Fei who sealed his Heaven-grade Domain into a Mortal Domain, the Black Prison Holy Son seemed to have the ability to fully unleash the power of a Heaven-grade Domain at the Half-Emperor Realm.
This was also the reason why the Black Prison dared to issue the Black Prison Edict in such a high-profile manner even though there were only two of them. However, what made the old man depressed was that Ye Fei, who they thought would be the easiest to kill, turned out to be the toughest iron plate.
Two Mortal Domains and two Immemorial Heavenly Techniques made the old man, who was an ancient Martial Emperor, retreat in defeat. He had no choice but to flee and lose all his face.
Ye Fei didn't have the intention to stay in the Snow Wind Empire for long. After leaving the Snow Wind City, he immediately rushed towards the True Martial Sacred Courtyard at his fastest speed.
"It's been almost three years since I left the Sacred Courtyard. I wonder how Xia Jun and the others are doing with their cultivation. Also, I wonder if the Black Prison has found trouble with Liu Ruyan and her brother."
Four months later, Ye Fei had traversed dozens of large and small empires and finally saw the Outer Courtyard of the True Martial Sacred Courtyard again.
It was a pity that the people who built these buildings were the old disciples of the Sacred Courtyard who couldn't stand the cruel competition and were eliminated. These old disciples couldn't enter the core of the Sacred Courtyard and become a Mortal Disciple. They just went back to their hometown and felt very embarrassed.
Therefore, many of the old disciples who were eliminated would build all kinds of luxurious buildings around the Sacred Courtyard. They would use the resources of the Sacred Courtyard to continue their cultivation, and at the same time, they would wantonly enjoy themselves and squander their lives.
Over the generations, the luxurious buildings in the Outer Courtyard of the Sacred Courtyard had long been connected together, forming a huge palace complex. Even so, there would still be disappointed old disciples who would build more luxurious buildings.
At this time, when Ye Fei returned, he saw that there were dozens of new luxurious buildings in the Outer Courtyard. The style of these buildings were all from the Snow Wind Empire.
He used his Divine Sense to explore these buildings and found that most of the old disciples who had lost their Martial Heart were acquaintances from the Snow Wind Empire.
Jiang Fan, Huang Feiying, Jiang Youming, these former enemies had now given up on the Martial Path and focused on enjoying themselves.
This made Ye Fei sigh. Time was indeed a butcher's knife. No matter how firm one's dream was, it couldn't resist the invasion of time.
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