574: Chapter 575 Tremble! This is Ye Linghan's hunting game!

Rakshasa City.

Dusk.

Wanyan Ba's imperial carriage finally arrived.

He climbed up from the thick cushions made of Nether Beast hide and brushed the fruit residue off his clothes.

He looked up at the four characters scorched into the space above the city gate.

"Red Dust Demon Sect."

He curled his lips.

"The name is quite good, but I wonder if the people are just as flavorful. Hehe."

Over three hundred demonic cultivators marched into the city in formation.

Their formation spread out, and a heavy pressure filled the air.

The outlaws in the city dodged one after another, hiding in houses and peeking through the cracks in the windows.

Wanyan Ba strode into the central square of the city.

He scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on the City Lord's Manor.

The main gates were wide open.

Inside was a bottomless, pitch-black darkness.

Wanyan Ba stepped forward a few paces and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! You two Sect Masters of the Red Dust Demon Sect! This young master, Wanyan Ba, has come to visit! If you know what's good for you, come out and wel—"

His voice came to a screeching halt.

It was as if his voice had been strangled in his throat by an invisible hand.

Because he saw it.

From the deep darkness of the City Lord's Manor, a pair of dark red eyes lit up.

Those eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like two flickering ghost fires or two portals leading straight to the abyss.

Wanyan Ba's mouth was hanging open, unable to close.

His body was trembling.

It wasn't because of the cold.

It was his Soul screaming the most piercing warning at him, hysterically urging him to flee.

But his legs no longer obeyed him.

Ye Linghan walked out from the darkness.

Her steps were slow, so slow that it felt as if time itself was being stretched.

Her black dress fluttered gently in the chilly wind, her black hair cascading behind her like flowing water.

Her appearance was bewitching to the extreme.

Beautiful.

So beautiful that two completely contradictory thoughts arose in Wanyan Ba's mind at the same time.

One said: So beautiful.

The other said: You will die.

He chose to believe the first one.

Because he was Wanyan Ba.

"Hehehe." He forced a smile. "A peerless beauty indeed, even more so than the reports said—"

"Kneel."

Ye Linghan's voice wasn't loud.

But those two words were like a heavy hammer, smashing directly into the depths of Wanyan Ba's Soul.

His knees buckled.

Not voluntarily, but by force.

"Thud."

Wanyan Ba fell heavily to his knees.

Extreme fear and humiliation instantly crawled across his face.

"You... what did you do?!"

Ye Linghan didn't answer.

She walked up to Wanyan Ba and slowly lowered her head.

Her dark red phoenix eyes looked down on him from above.

"What did you say again?"

"A Dual Cultivation Cauldron?"

She tilted her head slightly, her movement innocent, but her gaze cruel.

"This seat asks you."

"Are you worthy?"

Wanyan Ba's face turned the color of pig liver.

"You're just at the Heavenly Immortal Peak! What are you so arrogant about?! My father is the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, Wanyan Pojun! You—"

Red Dust Demon Realm.

Open.

The blood-red Law Domain erupted from Ye Linghan's body.

Within a hundred-foot radius, the air instantly turned into a thick, viscous crimson.

The three hundred-plus demonic cultivator guards behind Wanyan Ba let out inhuman screams in unison.

Those weren't wails of physical pain, but the cries of Souls being directly crushed.

Within the Red Dust Demon Realm, Ye Linghan is the Dominator of all Laws.

She is the rules; she is the Heavenly Dao.

If she says kneel, your Soul will drive your knees to bend.

If she says die, your life will dissipate in the next second.

All three hundred-plus guards brought by Wanyan Ba fell to their knees under the Domain.

Dozens of them with the lowest cultivation bled from their seven orifices on the spot, collapsing to the ground without a sound.

The two guards with the highest cultivation, at the Second Heaven of the Heavenly Immortal realm, were still struggling to endure, but their resistance seemed pale and weak under the absolute suppression of the Laws.

Wanyan Ba's limbs began to spread out uncontrollably to his sides, pinned firmly in mid-air by an invisible force.

"No... impossible! You're at the Heavenly Immortal Peak! How can a Heavenly Immortal possess this kind of strength!"

Ye Linghan squatted down.

Her face drew close to Wanyan Ba's, so close that he could smell the cold, faint fragrance coming from her.

It smelled so good it was suffocating.

"Who told you that this seat is at the Heavenly Immortal Peak?"

Her voice carried a hint of a smile.

"Right now, this seat is indeed at the Heavenly Immortal Peak. But my Red Dust Demon Realm..."

"Its Law level..."

"...is a little bit higher than you imagined."

She stretched out a fair, slender finger and pressed it gently against Wanyan Ba's forehead.

The movement was as gentle as stroking a child.

"Does it hurt?"

Before Wanyan Ba could answer.

A streak of dark red Demonic Flame surged into his Meridians from her fingertip.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky of Rakshasa City.

The floor tiles in the square trembled violently, and dust fell from the city walls.

Under Wanyan Ba's terrified gaze, his limbs were twisted and snapped one by one at the joints by the power of the Laws.

Left arm.

"Snap."

Right arm.

"Snap."

Left leg.

"Snap."

Right leg.

"Snap."

Four crisp sounds, perfectly orderly.

Wanyan Ba's screams had become distorted, no longer sounding human, more like the desperate roar of some dying beast.

Ye Linghan stood up.

She withdrew her finger, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped her fingertip unhurriedly, as if she had just touched something filthy.

"Liu Ruyan."

On the roof, Liu Ruyan maintained her previous posture, legs crossed, resting her cheek in her hand.

She had watched the whole process without blinking for even a second.

"Here!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"These..." Ye Linghan glanced at the group of demonic cultivators kneeling on the ground.

"...are they still useful?"

Liu Ruyan leaped down from the roof with a whoosh.

She walked briskly among the kneeling demonic cultivators like a witch picking out sacrifices.

"This one's cultivation is too low, trash. This one... is okay. This one... practiced an Evil Technique and their Meridians are half-ruined, also trash."

She eventually pointed out about fifty people.

"Keep these; do as you please with the rest."