Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates-Chapter 222 - 220 Threatening the Sect Leader

Chongyang Sect Master!

Xiao Ye slightly squinted his eyes, looking at the person approaching.

Before he joined the Chongyang Sect, the Sect Master had already left to travel abroad and hadn’t returned for a long time. Eventually, he learned from the Monarch that the Sect Master had gone to the True Spirit Continent.

And now the Sect Master was back?

When the light dissipated, what appeared in Xiao Ye’s vision was a middle-aged man dressed in coarse hemp attire, looking like an ascetic. His eyes shone with the changes of the stars, and his black-and-white speckled long hair danced in the wind, exuding a carefree aura.

The immense suppression emanating from him was in no way inferior to the Monarch.

"Sect Master!"

Lying prostrate on the ground, the Great Elder and Second Elder, upon seeing this middle-aged man, showed faces full of excitement, tears streaming down.

"Great Elder, Second Elder, it must have been hard for you in the years I was away," the Sect Master sighed faintly, slightly raising his hand. An invisible force dispelled the suppression, allowing everyone to stand up.

The eyes of the disciples present held curiosity, surprise, fanaticism... an array of emotions.

Like Xiao Ye, they had also never seen the Sect Master.

Having done all this, the Sect Master turned to Xiao Ye and said, "Young friend, I have just returned to the Sect, and only just heard about your situation. The Chongyang Sect has wronged you. If I had been here at that time, such a thing would never have happened, and I would have greatly supported your cultivation." fгeewebnovёl.com

"Now, you have fought, and vented your anger. In view of my position, can you let go of the Vice Sect Leader? The Chongyang Sect needs him," the Sect Master said.

The severely injured Vice Sect Leader, upon hearing this, had his eyes brighten up, like a drowning person clutching at a straw.

"Let him go?"

Facing such a powerful figure, Xiao Ye sneered coldly, "If roles were reversed, if someone did this to you, distorted truths, and attacked people who were kind to you, would you just let it go because of someone else’s word?"

"Not killing him would not quench my anger!"

"Not killing him would not settle my grudges!"

Xiao Ye’s chilling words echoed in the heavens, profoundly resounding and enduring.

The Sect Master was taken aback by Xiao Ye’s forceful speech and fell silent, as indeed the Chongyang Sect was at fault in this matter.

"Young friend, if I insist on obstructing you, do you think you have a chance to kill him?" Suddenly, the Sect Master slightly raised his head, eyes blazing, and a terrifying suppression roared and shook like an ocean, pressing towards Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye’s body sank, his footsteps as heavy as tons, sinking deep into the ground.

"Hmph, trying to use your momentum to force me to stop?" Xiao Ye’s gaze was frosty. The two Xuandans inside his body erupted simultaneously, creating a new force that blocked this suppression.

Click!

Xiao Ye stepped forward, walking firmly towards the Vice Sect Leader under everyone’s gaze.

"What, he’s just entered the Mystic Martial Realm, how can he have such strong power to even match someone in the early stage of the Second Transition Mystic Martial?" The Sect Master was taken aback by Xiao Ye’s ability to resist his suppression, his face full of shock.

"Could he be a genius with a special physique? True, standing in the Great Emperor Domain, having a special physique isn’t impossible," the Sect Master’s thoughts sharply turned, as Xiao Ye’s status in his mind rapidly elevated.

"Sect Master, save me!" Just at that moment, Xiao Ye had already resisted the suppression and reached the Vice Sect Leader, who was in utter despair.

"Young friend, with me here, you can’t kill him today, and you are likely to die here as well," the Sect Master said, barring Xiao Ye’s way, his flat voice filled with a threat.

His cultivation had reached the early stage of the Fourth Transition Mystic Martial, on par with the Black Dragon Kingdom’s Monarch, able to disregard all rules, certainly no need to worry about the Monarch now.

However, Xiao Ye showed no fear, instead letting out a loud laugh, his face full of disdain, his demeanor arrogant.

"True, if you insist on stopping me, I indeed can’t kill him today. But if I decide to flee, using them as hostages, are you sure you can keep me here?" Xiao Ye pointed at the Chongyang Sect disciples and spoke coldly.

The Sect Master fell silent.

His cultivation was indeed stronger than Xiao Ye’s, but Xiao Ye was not weak either, fully capable of matching a Martial Artist in the Second Transition Mystic Martial Realm. If Xiao Ye desperately tried to escape, using the Chongyang Sect disciples as hostages, he might not necessarily be able to keep him.

After all, this was the Chongyang Sect, and he was the Sect Master; there was too much he needed to consider.

"I, Xiao Ye, challenged the Mystic Martial at twenty years, upon entering the Mystic Martial able to match a Second Transition Mystic Martial Realm fighter. Can your talent compare with me?" Xiao Ye exuded an air of looking down upon the world.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" the Sect Master frowned slightly.

He had cultivated for over fifty years, enduring hardships to achieve his current cultivation, naturally unable to compare with a supreme genius like Xiao Ye.

"If you insist on stopping me today, then I might not kill him, but I will find a place to go into hiding, entrusting my clan to the Monarch."

"With my talent, in less than three years, I can surpass you. If you oppose me today, then I will slay you too, do you believe that?" Xiao Ye’s gaze was calm as he looked at the Sect Master, his words filled with killing intent, thundering through the heavens, causing everyone to gasp in astonishment, staring in disbelief.

Xiao Ye was actually threatening the Sect Master, his audacity was astounding!

Yet, these words made the Sect Master’s pupils shrink, his body stiffened, unable to utter a word.

He couldn’t help but ask himself, was it possible for Xiao Ye to surpass him in three years?

The answer was a definite yes!

Xiao Ye was able to challenge the Mystic Martial realm at the age of twenty, which was already a miracle. What could be impossible about surpassing him three years later?

Xiao Ye’s confidence and his recklessness formed a terrifying force that intimidated him, leaving him no choice but to watch helplessly as Xiao Ye walked past him, step by step toward the position of Vice Sect Leader.

A punch was thrown, and as it landed, the Vice Sect Leader met his end amidst despair. Blood sprayed wildly, soaking the earth.

The area fell into dead silence, everyone stunned speechless.

Even with the Sect Leader’s intervention, Xiao Ye could not be stopped. He seemed to possess an overwhelming aura capable of shattering thousands of shackles.

"Dad!"

Zhao Qian’s eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling violently, filled with regret.

If it hadn’t been for him provoking this formidable youth back then, how would his father have come to this end?

"Ah!"

Zhao Qian’s black hair cascaded down, his Perfect Innate True Qi bursting forth like a madman, charging towards Xiao Ye.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ye snorted coldly, standing in the center with arms behind his back. The suppression of a Xuanwu Realm mighty martial artist explosively unleashed, Zhao Qian hadn’t even reached Xiao Ye when he was pressed down to the ground, struggling in the dirt, continuously roaring in fury.

"Zhao Qian, you don’t even qualify to die by my hands now!" Xiao Ye looked down indifferently at Zhao Qian, then shifted his gaze away, looking into the distance.

At the edge of his vision stood a green-clothed woman of unparalleled beauty, quietly watching him with tenderness.

"Yaya!"

A smile appeared on Xiao Ye’s face as he walked over.

Hearing this endearing address, Bing Ya’s body shivered, her face flitting with a blush, blooming like a beautiful snow lotus.

A wave of sweetness and sly delight surged in the bottom of Bing Ya’s heart.

Under the watchful eyes, Xiao Ye did not address her as senior sister; was he affirming their relationship?

"Xiao Ye..."

Liu Yiyi’s gaze quivered, watching as the youth brushed past her without stopping, a complex emotion surged in her heart.

Bitterness, guilt, disappointment, regret...

Even if she could stand beside Xiao Ye now, she would feel inferior. Perhaps only the green-clothed woman with unparalleled beauty was worthy of Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye walked to Bing Ya’s side, taking her hand as they both left together.

"Am I old now? To be intimidated by a young lad. If this gets out, those old fellows will surely die laughing." The Sect Leader sighed bitterly with a wry smile.

"From now on, let’s not intervene in matters concerning Xiao Ye." The Sect Leader waved his hand, commanding people to take care of the Vice Sect Leader’s corpse, and left in a lonely figure.

What’s done is done, pursuing it further is meaningless, especially regarding a supreme genius like Xiao Ye.

"Third Brother is so formidable!"

After the Sect Leader left, Yu Fang and the others were all excitedly chattering aloud.

"Alas, not only is Third Brother’s cultivation strong, but even his methods in wooing girls are first-class, he even managed to win over Bing Ya." Shao Yan’s true nature was revealed as he incessantly gossiped.

"Bing Ya..."

Speaking these two words, the quartet suddenly fell silent, their eyes carrying a trace of reverence.

Xiao Ye’s great strength was undeniable, but was Bing Ya simple?

...

Atop a mountain peak of Chongyang Sect, a young man and a woman, fingers interlocked, sat on a giant rock, looking out over the rolling Cloud Sea, both faces rippling with happy smiles.

"You’re quite arrogant, killing the Vice Sect Leader and still daring to stay in Chongyang Sect, aren’t you afraid the Sect Leader might act against you?" Bing Ya raised her small face and asked.

"Yaya, do you think I’m still the same person from those years? I now stand at the peak of the Yulan Domain, even if he wanted to act against me, he’d have to consider it carefully." Xiao Ye indulged in a rare moment of narcissism.

Bing Ya burst into laughter, a faint pride visible on her face.

Indeed, the somewhat green youth from back then had now become dazzlingly brilliant.

Suddenly, Xiao Ye let go of Bing Ya’s hand and stood up, a sly smile on his face as his gaze roved over Bing Ya’s delicate body.

"Yaya, you had quite the fun tormenting me back then, didn’t you? I swore at that time, one day, I would get my revenge, how about today?" Xiao Ye chuckled.

Bing Ya was startled, not expecting Xiao Ye to still keep such thoughts, but then she laughed even more joyfully, extending her finger in a seductive gesture, "Sure, come then, as long as you can, I’ll let you have your way."

This motion, combined with the flirtatious words, nearly made Xiao Ye’s nose bleed. If he didn’t react, wouldn’t he be letting down all his male comrades?

"Haha, here I come!" Xiao Ye howled like a wolf, leaping up and pouncing towards Bing Ya.

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