Martial Peak

Hearing that Yang Kai and his allies had chosen to remain in his compound, Yang Wei couldn’t help saying, “Ninth Brother won’t do so easily. Since he chose to stay, he must have made some arrangements… I think we should act together with him instead of rushing back to the Central Capital.”

Ye Xin Rou snickered dismissively; although she didn’t say anything, obviously she felt that Yang Wei’s opinion was far too timid.

Kang Zhan also smiled, “Eldest Young Lord, the seven Grand Elders from our Eight Great Families are already intercepting the enemy in order to give us an opportunity to retreat. We should hurry back to the Central Capital.”

However, Yang Wei just slowly shook his head, “If they can defeat those people, then whether we stay or go won’t matter, but if they lose and we haven’t made it back to the Central Capital… I’m afraid…”

Hearing this, Ye Xin Rou, Kang Zhan, and Gao Rang Feng’s expression all sank.

Yang Wei’s words just happened to vocalize the one scenario they didn’t dare to think about, or rather this was the outcome they had been avoiding thinking about, but now, being forced to confront such a possibility, all of them couldn’t help feeling very uneasy in their hearts.

“Impossible…” Kang Zhan muttered with a forced smile, “Our side has seven people here.”

“En,” Gao Rang Feng also nodded, “How could the seven Grand Elders not be able to defeat just three enemies? Even if they can’t beat them, they should still be able to delay them long enough for us to return to the Central Capital…”

At that exact moment though, the several Blood Warriors serving Yang Wei and Yang Zhao suddenly shouted, “Young Lords, be careful!”

As they yelled, all four of them flew towards the two Yang Family Young Lords and assumed a defensive posture.

The entire group stopped and all the Immortal Ascension Boundary masters revealed expressions of deep dread as they stared towards the path ahead.

In front of the seven family coalition forces were two figures quietly suspended mid-air, staring down at the crowd.

Neither of these figures could be clearly seen as one of them was shrouded in a green fog while the other was wrapped in a pitch black Qi. Only two pairs of penetrating eyes which exuded a dangerous light were visible, causing everyone to not dare face them directly.

“Jie jie jie jie…” The man surrounded by green fog let out an eerie laugh as he cracked an evil grin and stared towards Yang Wei, saying in an appreciative voice, “You there, being able to clearly analyse your situation, it seems not all of you are idiots. Indeed, those seven old dogs from your Eight Great Families have no way to block my Holy Land’s three masters, in fact, in a matter of minutes; all of them will definitely die.”

“You will all die too!” Said the man wrapped in black gas, his hoarse voice like the call of the devil from the depths of hell, sending shivers up everyone’s spine.

“Shameless boasting!” Ye Xin Rou defiantly shouted, “Who are you?”

A burst of laughter suddenly rang out and the person wrapped in green fog turned to look at his companion and quipped said, “Ghost King, seems there are still people who don’t know us, are these brats really the rising stars of the Eight Great Families? Even unable to recognize our identities, it seems that the Eight Great Families have indeed declined.”

“Hmph, Eight Great Families? That’s just a pretentious title they gave themselves. What shit do they count for!” The man who was called ‘Ghost King’ coldly snorted and said, “Poison King, both of us have our own unique killing methods, why don’t we have a little contest here to decide whose means are better?”

“How do we decide who wins?”

here, whoever kills the

that suits my

were stunned silent as they stared at

screamed out

men hadn’t made any effort to hide their conversation so if Ye Xin Rou still couldn’t figure out their

Evil Kings from the Ash-Grey Cloud Evil Land.

Great Evil Kings, the Profound Yin Ghost King and Annihilating Poison King were the most bloodthirsty, cruel, and

the Secret Arts and techniques these two men cultivated, they

them and casually discussing how best to slaughter

roared. If it was any other opponent, if they all gathered together and fought back, even if they had no way to defeat the enemy, they could at

and Poison King, their numerical superiority was no longer mattered; sticking together

top

facing two Great Evil Kings, they just stood there dumbstruck. With this slight delay, they had missed their best

phantoms all had faces twisted in pain and agony, like ghost that had been shackled and enslaved, each of them wailing tragically causing fear and panic in the hearts of all who

like lighting and

like a swarm of insects, blotted out everyone’s

chilling wind followed, causing everyone nearby to

King seemed quite pleased with himself, cackling loudly, making everyone feel even more fearful

their attacks all passed right through these illusory faces, not causing any harm to them. Instead, these cultivators were quickly set upon by these phantoms and in the next instant, they slumped over and all light disappeared from their eyes. In the next instant though, these

One of the stronger masters quickly reacted, recalling some rumors he had once heard about the Ghost King,

the Ghost King had no physical substance, so ordinary attacks and

which used Spiritual

reached the Immortal Ascension Boundary and the Soul Skills each of them were capable of using had varying degrees of

to restrain or destroy one of these phantoms while those with weaker cultivations weren’t even able to slow them

than a hundred people

these people’s temperament underwent a tremendous change, almost as if they had fallen to the

about. Soon, the entire area had became a hellish

king laughed wildly, without even personally taking action, he had already created such a situation, the terrifying and tyrannical

out from the Poison King’s

soon, a thick toxic fog had enveloped a

poisonous mist quickly fell to the ground and was reduced to a

still too late. The Poison King had already claimed several dozen lives, including many Immortal

survive, only those cultivators above the Immortal Ascension

level masters’ faces turned green and had to surround themselves in their True Qi while furiously circulating their healing arts to

controlled by the Ghost King’s phantoms only needed to use some casual strikes to grind these Immortal