44: Dark Disciple Appears

Lin Yan glanced at the Secret Realm exit, which was surrounded in a circle, and smiled nonchalantly.

As expected, they've come.

A fierce killing intent flashed in Huang Qisheng's eyes.

This kid.

He actually came out.

He immediately looked back at Tian Ying, wanting nothing more than a signal to strike.

However.

What he saw made his pupils shrink, and a chill swept through his entire body from head to toe.

Tian Ying lowered his head, his body seemingly trembling.

Around him.

Several figures in tight black attire appeared like ghosts.

Without a sound, they quietly surrounded Tian Ying.

"Who are you?!"

Many Martial Artists of the Tian Family roared in shock and anger.

The faces of the Huang Family members also changed drastically.

Who are these people?

There wasn't even a sound!

Lin Yan's eyes flickered.

So fast!

Like everyone else, he hadn't noticed a thing.

Six people... Is this Black Ice?

If this only gave him a superficial understanding of the strength of Black Ice members,

then the scene that followed gave him a profound insight into Black Ice's style.

A few Tian Family Martial Artists had just taken a step, wanting to rush toward Tian Ying.

Clang—!

The sound of a Straight Sword being unsheathed rang out sharply.

A flash of cold light streaked across.

Thud... thud thud... several corpses hit the ground.

Mo Fan slowly sheathed his Straight Sword.

Then he held up a finger to his lips.

"Shh..."

"Be good and don't move, and maybe nothing will happen."

"If you move, then I'll have to apologize."

"You...!"

Everyone from the Tian Family looked on in fear.

Who on earth are these people?

Why isn't the Family Head saying a word?

It's over!

Completely over!

Huang Qisheng's face was deathly pale.

He should have realized.

He should have known!

No wonder the Zuo Family's daughter and nephew had suddenly left.

Tian Ying.

He had been targeted by them long ago!

"Don't you have anything to say?"

A faint voice echoed, like a breeze passing over a calm lake, creating ripples.

Everyone's gaze shifted to the middle-aged man standing beside Tian Ying.

He had an unremarkable face.

But because it was marked by the passage of time and paired with deep, restrained eyes, he looked somewhat weathered.

Is this the head of the Black Ice Modu Branch?

His future direct superior?

Lin Yan thought to himself.

He has some character.

Hearing this voice,

Tian Ying suppressed the fear in his heart.

"I... I don't... don't understand what you mean, my lord."

"Hehe."

The middle-aged man chuckled.

Slap!

He suddenly reached out his right hand and placed it on Tian Ying's shoulder.

This action

caused his already trembling body to go weak in the knees, nearly making him collapse.

"No!!"

"Don't!!"

"I don't know anything!"

"I really don't know anything!"

Tian Ying suddenly looked up, screaming in terror.

The middle-aged man ignored him and instead slowly turned his head toward Huang Qisheng, speaking calmly.

"You tell me."

Huang Qisheng swallowed hard, trying to control his fearful heart.

I'll be fine.

Nothing will happen to me.

I was only threatened; I didn't do anything!

"I... I also don't know what you, my lord..."

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze.

"Very well."

As his voice fell,

the five people behind him instantly vanished from their spots.

Suddenly,

"Ah!"

"You...!"

"No... don't!!"

Screams erupted everywhere.

In less than a second,

on the ground where figures had just been bustling, blood flowed like a river.

Lin Yan watched the five spotless figures who had returned to their original positions simultaneously, his eyes shining.

This style of operation!!

Not bad!

Great!

"Tian Family."

"Five."

"Huang Family."

"None."

Cold voices rang out one after another.

The middle-aged man looked at Tian Ying once more.

"Now,"

"shouldn't you have remembered something?"

Tian Ying's psyche had completely collapsed.

"I... I know my contact's superior in Modu is..."

Before he could finish,

Rumble—!

Bursts of rumbling echoed.

Several powerful streaks of light appeared simultaneously, striking directly at Tian Ying.

At the same time,

the five people behind the middle-aged man also vanished.

"Kid!"

"Don't move."

Duan Tiancheng stood in front of Lin Yan, clutching his greatsword with a solemn expression.

Lin Yan didn't respond but instead locked his gaze onto the ground ahead, where the rumbling continued and the earth shook.

Are these high-level Martial Artists?

Even from this distance, the shockwaves from the battle made it difficult for him to breathe.

His Double Pupils began to flicker, his eyes emitting a faint glow.

He was finally able to see some blurry images.

The Dark Cultists were... eight people.

Seven Meridians, Eight Meridians... even

there were Nine Meridians.

He tried to concentrate.

On Black Ice's side,

they're also so strong!

This Mo Fan is an eight-meridian, Rank Eight Martial Artist!

And two Rank Seven ones.

No.

They are even stronger!

There's also a Rank Nine and a Rank Eight!

And their meridians are so long.

Without the middle-aged man even lifting a finger, they were able to completely contend with these eight Dark Cultists!

Thinking of this,

Lin Yan immediately shifted his gaze, wanting to see through the middle-aged man's cultivation with his Double Pupils.

What is this?

His pupils shook slightly.

Seven crystal-clear, thick meridians.

What level of cultivation is this?

Just then,

The middle-aged man seemed to sense something and slightly turned his head.

Lin Yan immediately retracted his gaze.

He actually noticed me.

This kid... the man slightly raised an eyebrow.

Just now, he had the feeling of being seen through.

He didn't have time to dwell on it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Old Duan!"

With a loud shout, he thrust out his left hand.

Boom—!

A massive explosion.

Lin Yan's vision blurred, and a strong sense of weightlessness hit him.

Before he could react,

Cough...

The sound of someone coughing blood rang out.

Duan Tiancheng turned his head slightly, his voice a bit weak.

"Kid."

"Are you okay?"

Lin Yan, coming to his senses, immediately looked at the ragged Duan Tiancheng in front of him.

"Old Duan!"

"You...!"

Hearing the response,

Duan Tiancheng smiled.

"It's fine as long as you're okay."

"Just a minor injury."

"A Heavenly Extreme of the Dark Cultists has arrived."

Heavenly Extreme?

Lin Yan suddenly looked toward their previous position.

The dust, dozens of meters high, slowly dissipated.

In the center of a giant crater,

two figures with terrifying auras stood there.

Huang Qisheng and Tian Ying were gone.

They were likely dead.

"Hehe..."

"Shi Lanzhi."

"Long time no see."

A raspy voice came from beneath the black robes.

Shi Lanzhi's face was ice-cold.

"Ninth of the Twelve Extreme Seats,"

"Evil Charm."

"The Dark Cultists actually sent you here to your death."

The black-robed figure called Evil Charm let out a laugh that was impossible to distinguish as male or female.

"Haha... Hahaha..."

"Those few at your Black Ice headquarters might be able to say that."

"As for you..."

He suddenly swung a blade toward the distant Duan Tiancheng and Lin Yan.

Shi Lanzhi, who was already on high alert, was naturally not slow to react.

He gripped his right hand, and a long spear appeared.

He swung the spear down in a vertical slash.

Boom—!

A loud explosion.

Two blazing, violent, and powerful streaks of light flashed and collided instantly.

Since the strike failed,

Evil Charm simply smiled at Shi Lanzhi.

"Withdraw!"

Obviously,

their goal had been achieved.

The several Dark Cultists fighting in the distance simultaneously used the momentum to break away from the battle.

"Withdraw!"

Duan Tiancheng exerted his full strength to deflect the aftershocks of the Heavenly Extreme's strike and immediately looked behind him.

"Kid."

A response came back.

"I'm fine."

"System."

"Does this strike count as triggering the Protection Mechanism?"

"Ding."

"Lethal danger was neutralized, so it doesn't count."

"But considering the Host's current angry mood and the one free opportunity,"

"it can count."

Good.

Lin Yan, his clothes fluttering in the billowing dust, had eyes that instantly turned ice-cold.

"They're in trouble now!"

What?

Duan Tiancheng looked slightly dazed.