Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Chapter 250 Battle with the Sect Hierarch

The figure in red robes bore a black skull on his back, indicating from his attire that he was no follower of the righteous path.

His eyes held a faint bloodiness, malevolent and vicious, as though he had fallen into demonic madness.

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes, sensing that their cultivation techniques must be somewhat evil, giving off an uncomfortable aura all around.

As for this red-robed figure, he was clearly a practitioner of evil and deviant ways, his entire being exuded the scent of blood, his hands undoubtedly stained with human life.

He looked at Ye Ling and his group with a sinister gaze, "Who are you, and how did you come here?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse, but it carried an unmistakable killing intent.

For a Martial Artist like Ye Ling to have discovered them, it would inevitably bring trouble to their doorstep.

In such a case, there were only two options for someone like Ye Ling: to die or to join the Sect of Everlasting!

Ye Ling looked at them, arching an eyebrow, "Who I am is none of your concern. Summon your Sect Hierarch and your so-called protectors, otherwise, I'll flatten your Sect of Everlasting!"

"Huh?" The man in the blood robes looked at him with a life-questioning gaze.

"What? Flatten our Sect of Everlasting?"

He burst into sinister laughter, "Are you dreaming? Just you, a yellow-haired youngster, thinking of flattening our Sect of Everlasting?"

He laughed arrogantly, exchanging glances with a few men in black robes behind him, then continued to laugh uproariously.

Chen Dao's eyes were icy cold as he looked at them, filled with killing intent, "Sir, these people are far too detestable. Let me kill them and launch a direct assault!"

These people dared to mock Ye Ling; they deserved death!

Ye Ling nodded, "This man in the blood robes must have taken lives before; kill him."

As soon as Ye Ling finished speaking, Chen Dao charged, slamming a punch into the chest of the man in the blood robes.

A guttural 'puff' sound followed as the man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and his body flew backward.

The man in the blood robes had his eyes wide open, staring at the sky as if there was a large hole in his chest, and with a thud, his body hit the ground.

"Ergh... hehe..."

After convulsing a couple of times, the man in the blood robes kicked his legs out and lay completely still.

To the very end, he couldn't understand how he had died so easily!

The men in black robes watched dumbfounded, their bodies trembling slightly.

One of the bolder ones ran over to the body of the man in the blood robes, touched him, and fell to the ground with a thud, "Dead, he's dead!"

"The eldest brother of Blood Clothes Hall is dead!"

"What? Really dead?"

"They've killed someone!"

Perhaps because they had not killed much before, the men in black robes began to panic and scatter in disarray.

Ye Ling shook his head and led Chen Dao and the others up the broad road leading up the mountain steps. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Presumably, the living quarters of these people were arranged so that the higher one's status, the higher they lived.

The foot of the mountain was nearly all men in black robes, likely all young, greenhorn disciples.

Ye Ling had just arrived and already killed a man, a major event that undoubtedly reached the higher-ups very quickly.

Soon, a group of men in blood robes rushed down to surround Ye Ling and his group.

Unfortunately, with their overwhelming level of cultivation, there was no need for the others to act; Chen Dao alone crushed them all by himself.

In no time, they reached the mountain peak, having knocked down dozens of men in blood robes along the way.

At that moment, the situation finally escalated, and it wasn't just the petty minions or Grandmasters that were emerging—it was the arrival of a Warrior King-level figure!

But even this was of no use, with a casual wave of his hand, Ye Ling caused the warrior to croak instantly, overwhelmingly making his way to the grand hall of the Life Beyond Sect Hierarch.

The so-called grand hall was in fact only a bit more complex than the simple wooden huts below.

Ye Ling killed the few guardians in blood-red robes guarding the door and entered with Chen Dao and the other two.

The grand hall was gloomy inside; on its walls, skulls were painted with either blood or paint, and a pungent, blood-like odor lingered, making it uncomfortable to stay.

"You, are you the invader?"

A ghastly voice echoed from an unknown corner, and Chen Dao and the others tensed, their vital energies at the ready.

Ye Ling glanced around, and not far from them, a figure appeared, shrouded in a black robe with indistinguishable features, male or female, and seemed to be enveloped in swirling black mist.

"You, are you the Sect Hierarch of the Life Beyond Sect?"

While the figure in the black robe observed them, Ye Ling was also scrutinizing this Life Beyond Sect Hierarch.

Their exact power was inscrutable, but he could sense an ominous aura surrounding them.

"You two, step aside and be careful—this person is no simple foe."

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, and Chen Dao and the others immediately obeyed, retreating to the side of the door.

Since they had gone on a killing spree before, no one dared approach now.

Within the grand hall, Ye Ling and the figure in the black robe soon faced off. Compared to the novice disciples below in black robes, this person was evidently the strongest within the entire Life Beyond Sect.

"You've killed so many of my minions; it looks like we cannot reconcile today. So be it, make your move!"

The Sect Hierarch of the Life Beyond Sect spoke coldly, as Ye Ling offered a faint smile, "I'm rather curious to witness the Life Beyond Sect's curses, I've heard they differ greatly from the techniques of us common Martial Artists?"

"Seeking death!"

Ye Ling's casually expressed desire to observe was clearly a contempt for the Life Beyond Sect. The Sect Hierarch bellowed angrily, immediately beginning to cast a spell.

With a whoosh, the Hierarch's black robe fluttered, and countless insects, like ants, flew out from his robe towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling fixed his gaze, noticing that these bugs were entirely black, with wings like those of mosquitoes or flies.

At the end of their bodies was a needle-like stinger, extremely sharp, likely their means of attack.

Such creatures were usually poisonous, and without waiting for them to get close, Ye Ling sent out a blast of vital energy, turning all the insects to ash!

"Hmph!"

The Hierarch snorted coldly; the bloodthirsty mosquitoes and flies were nothing more than a probe.

With another shake of his black robe, a whooshing sound followed, suddenly, green shadows appeared in the grand hall. They came in various sizes, mostly human-shaped, each possessing a unique fierceness.

Ye Ling watched curiously as these shadows emerged; could these be the legendary "ghosts"?

"Go!"

With a loud cry from the Hierarch, these oddly-shaped ghosts lunged at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling had never seen such a bizarre mode of attack. The ghosts seemed ethereal, but he could clearly sense a threat emanating from them.

Having pondered for a moment, he guessed that this was probably a form of spiritual attack.

A ghost, resembling a small child, floated in front of him and ah-woo, it bit down on Ye Ling's arm.

To one's surprise, Ye Ling actually felt pain shooting through his arm!

However, it wasn't his flesh that was injured; it was just a sensation of pain that he felt.

Such an odd method of attack did indeed surprise Ye Ling.