At the same time, in the Martial Alliance headquarters.
As a Martial Alliance elder and a Martial Dao master, Feng Kuohai was kneeling on the ground at the moment. He was shaking while facing the stone door before him. "Chief, it's my fault that the Ku Rong Old Men are dead. I'm willing to accept any punishment."
Initially, he thought they would definitely win if he fought Ye Chen with the help of the Ku Rong Old Men, Unquestionable Jian, Master Jiesha, and Wei Wuya. However, he almost lost his mind when the Martial Alliance's spy sent him the news.
After a few seconds of silence behind the stone door, an extremely powerful energy shot out of the wall in the end. It severed Feng Kuohai's left arm directly.
Feng Kuohai held back the pain and dared not scream.
It was because the person who punished him was the Martial Alliance's chief, the Martial Alliance's legend. He was a man who was neglected by the world but was terrifyingly powerful — Sikong Ao!
"Because of your mistake, my Martial Alliance has lost two masters. I'll sever your arm as punishment!"
An extremely cold voice came from behind the stone door.
Feng Kuohai pressed his face against the ground immediately. "Chief, Mad Southern Ye must hate my Martial Alliance now. What should we do?"
"Mad Southern Ye …"
A murmur came from behind the stone door, as if someone was thinking. After a few seconds, the voice said, "This person is unparalleled. I originally admired him and wanted to take him under my wing, but since the wood has already sunk …"
"Should I get all of the Martial Alliance elders to fight?"
A ferocious gleam flashed through Feng Kuohai's eyes.
He knew that he had offended Ye Chen now, so there was no room for reconciliation. Instead of waiting for Ye Chen to fight, he might as well attack first.
"No!"
The voice behind the stone door scoffed. "Do you think the government is useless when the Martial Alliance is fighting with all of them?"
"Chief, although our Martial Alliance belongs to the military, we've grown a lot over the years. Our ability is more powerful than the military. I think …" Feng Kuohai's eyes flickered.
"You fool!"
A scoff came. Feng Kuohai groaned as blood dripped from the corner of his lips. He was extremely shocked.
"The government isn't as simple as you think. Otherwise, why do you think I went into closed-door cultivation for 20 years?"
The person said coldly, "We don't have to fight Mad Southern Ye. There are two candidates at the moment."
"Bai Zhanyuan?" Feng Kuohai said by instinct.
"Not bad!"
The person behind the stone door chuckled softly. "At the moment, there are three people in China that I can't see through. The first is Mad Southern Ye, the second is Bai Zhanyuan, and the third is the Unparalleled Sword!"
"Especially Bai Zhanyuan. This person appeared out of nowhere and has a mysterious background. I suspect that he's from Shang Santian. People from Shang Santian are powerful enough to suppress the outside world. Therefore, let him fight Mad Southern Ye."
Feng Kuohai asked, "Who else can threaten Mad Southern Ye?"
"Jian Wushuang!"
The voice behind the stone door was a little heavy. "This man's talent is even better than Mad Southern Ye. I hit him with a palm that day, and he was saved by an old Taoist priest. I thought he would definitely die, but I didn't expect him to recover in just a few days. He even carried the coffin and killed his way into Mount Wangwu!"
Feng Kuohai's pupils constricted.
He was well aware of the chief's strength. An ordinary Martial Dao Grand Master could be killed with a single slap, but Jian Wushuang, an 18-year-old boy, had taken a blow from him and was only seriously injured.
Thinking of this, he could not help but say, "But there has been no news of Jian Wushuang for almost three months. Maybe he is already dead?"
"Impossible!"
The person behind the stone door spoke, "There was news from Mount Wangwu yesterday. This man destroyed the four ancient martial families of Mount Wangwu with a sword while carrying a coffin a few days ago. He caused the patriarchs of the four ancient martial families to break out of their closed-door cultivation. They wanted to suppress him together, but this man killed them in a domineering manner!
"Just this morning, someone saw a young man in white walking out from the foot of Mount Wangwu. I think it must be Jian Wushuang. He's here to fulfill his three-month promise with Unquestionable Jian."
Psst!
Feng Kuohai sucked in a breath of cold air.
Mount Wangwu!
Since ancient times, it was known as the top of the Ten Grotto-Heavens. It was also the holy land for countless people to seek immortality and Dao.
Although there were no immortals there, Mount Wangwu had four ancient martial families after thousands of years of inheritance. Each ancient martial family had a Martial Dao master.
Jian Wushuang had killed four masters on his own. His battle record was comparable to Mad Southern Ye's.
It was no wonder the chief thought that Jian Wushuang could threaten Mad Southern Ye. Not only could he threaten, but their abilities might even be on par.
"Chief, do you mean we should get the Unparalleled Sword to fight Mad Southern Ye? But will he listen to us? "Feng Kuohai was half happy and half worried.
"Not at the moment."
The person behind the stone door paused and said, "Mad Southern Ye is fighting Bai Zhanyuan now. If he dies in Bai Zhanyuan's hands, the Unparalleled Sword won't have to fight.
If Bai Zhanyuan dies, we'll get the Unparalleled Sword to fight. "
"Didn't the Unparalleled Sword have a three-month promise with Unquestionable Jian? Now that Unquestionable Jian has died in Mad Southern Ye's hands and Mad Southern Ye knows how to use a sword, I think a sword fanatic like the Unparalleled Sword will definitely challenge Mad Southern Ye! "
Feng Kuohai was enlightened as soon as he heard that.
He said in admiration, "You're wise, Chief. A person like the Unparalleled Sword is arrogant. He looks down on the world and thinks highly of himself. He's the same as Mad Southern Ye. If the two of them really fight, they'll definitely die!"
He could not help but secretly laugh hysterically.
…
When night fell, Ye Chen got up and walked to the room where Su Tao was locked up after Su Yuhan and his daughter fell asleep.
Su Tao was miserable now. Ye Chen had crippled both of his legs and extracted all of his blood. He was like a mummy now, but he was still alive.
"Tell me everything about Bai Zhanyuan. I'll consider giving you a quick death!" Ye Chen looked at him in a condescending manner.
Su Tao moved his lips, his face filled with resentment. "Are you scared?"
Ye Chen frowned and said nothing. He stretched his arm and pressed it on Su Tao's head directly. He performed the Soul Searching Tactic by force. Su Tao felt like his head was going to explode from the powerful Divine Consciousness.
Soon, Ye Chen retracted his hand and glanced at Su Tao who was on the ground. He noticed that he was drooling and giggling like an idiot.
That was the side effect of the Soul Searching Tactic.
"Bai Zhanyuan, the Ghost Rider Sect …"
Ye Chen's expression was cold. He finally understood Bai Zhanyuan's information.
This person's identity was mysterious. He had only appeared in the secular world a year ago. He discovered the Ghost Rider Sect's ruins and the remnant of the seal. He wanted to use Su Yuhan's pure yin blood to open the Ghost Rider Sect mountain gate so that he could obtain the inheritance.
That was the reason why Su Tao, Wei Wuya, Unquestionable Jian, and the rest were willing to be his lackeys. They wanted to obtain some inheritance from the Ghost Rider Sect.
"Bai Zhanyuan, is that your real intention? It's unfortunate that everything is over since you've met me! "
Ye Chen shook his head lightly.
Although he sounded calm, there was a monstrous killing intent in his words!
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