151: Chapter 151 The Cult Leader Has Become a Demon!

This time, Ye Dingzhi no longer suppressed his internal injuries.

Even if exerting his full power would worsen his old wounds, he was determined to take down one or two of them first.

As long as he could restrain one person, the person behind the scenes probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

The moment the thought occurred, he suddenly struck out with his palm to force Li Hanyi away, then immediately turned toward Sikong Qianluo.

"Coming at just the right time!"

A sharp light flashed in Sikong Qianluo's eyes, showing no trace of fear.

She thrust the phoenix blood spear forward to meet him head-on; as the spear shaft spun, its silhouette actually vanished in an instant.

"Spearless Stance!"

The spear's shadow suddenly appeared right before Ye Dingzhi's chest. The power of this strike was likely something even the State Preceptor in his Peak would find hard to match; even Ye Dingzhi hadn't expected it to be so swift and fierce.

In his haste, he brought his palms together, barely managing to catch the spear tip between them.

But a split second later, his expression changed drastically—a surging, immense force traveled down the spear, carrying a continuous Concept that forced him back several steps.

Meanwhile, the other end of the phoenix blood spear was still held firmly in Sikong Qianluo's hands.

A faint green internal breath rose around her body, and her small face was flushed red; clearly, she had given it her all.

Three-colored air currents swirled around the spear shaft, faintly revealing an extraordinary phenomenon.

The window of opportunity was fleeting, and Li Hanyi's group of four immediately launched a combined attack.

Sword threads as dense as fine rain wove into an inescapable net, sealing off the retreat from behind.

The Su Sisters' figures blurred, and when they reappeared, they were already in front of Ye Dingzhi.

The hanguang sword in Li Hanyi's hand transformed into the Shattering Star form, aiming directly for his throat.

In an instant, Ye Dingzhi seemed to have fallen into a desperate situation.

Had it been anyone else, they would likely have lost their life on the spot.

At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly activated the Void Thought Skill.

A powerful suction force erupted from around him, like the gaping maw of an abyss.

Sikong Qianluo's face turned pale as she felt the True Qi in her body frantically leaking out through the phoenix blood spear, completely impossible to restrain.

As for those sword threads driven by internal breath, the moment they neared Ye Dingzhi's back, they withered and collapsed one after another.

The True Yuan within Li Hanyi's sword was drained dry, and the hanguang sword actually dissipated directly into the air.

The Su Sisters also sensed something was wrong and hastily flipped backward to retreat.

The five of them pulled back almost simultaneously.

Sikong Qianluo took the opportunity to twist and pull her spear back, using all her strength to reclaim her weapon before leaping backward.

Looking at Ye Dingzhi again, black mist churned around him, thick as ink; he seemed like someone no longer of this world.

Within the black Qi, a pair of golden pupils suddenly lit up, cold and sinister.

A heart-palpitating sense of oppression filled the area, making everyone's breath hitch.

The Demonic Cult Disciples rushing over from a distance saw this and stopped abruptly, turning to flee—

The Cult Leader has fallen into demonic possession! At this time, anyone he touches dies; he won't even recognize his own kin!

Before Sikong Qianluo could even steady her footing, that black shadow appeared before her eyes, a palm striking directly toward her face.

Even before the palm wind reached her, she already felt a suffocating pressure.

Everyone thought this clever young girl would not escape this calamity, but at that very moment, a roar tore through the sky—

"Ye Dingzhi! If you dare touch her, I'll slaughter you!"

Accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, a glittering silver spear flew through the air.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

In the moment of extreme peril, just as a look of panic appeared on Sikong Qianluo's face, golden light suddenly surged around her body.

Ye Dingzhi's palm, wrapped in Devilish Qi, slammed into the golden light, but it was like a needle in the ocean, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, that cluster of golden light lifted Sikong Qianluo into the air and vanished in the blink of an eye.

What happened?

The entire field fell silent.

Ye Dingzhi leaned aside to dodge the speeding silver spear, then blurred and pounced toward Mu Liangyue.

However, another beam of golden light shot into the sky.

Then, two more followed!

The onlookers finally understood—

These girls were carrying treasures that would automatically trigger to protect them and help them escape once they encountered a fatal crisis.

This was simply too ridiculous!

How were they supposed to fight like this?

Lei Mengsha instinctively felt the Talisman in his robes that his daughter had given him, his eyes widening—

This thing... couldn't possibly be a life-saving item of this level too, could it?

Just then, a figure dashed forward, the wuyue spear sweeping out with a whistling wind, forcibly pushing back Ye Dingzhi as he pounced toward Li Hanyi.

The newcomer was none other than Sikong Changfeng.

His gaze was like a blade, staring coldly at Ye Dingzhi: "To move against my daughter... Ye Dingzhi, you've really become quite capable."

Sikong Changfeng's face was grim; with a flick of his right hand, the silver moon spear rose from the deep pit it had just smashed into, whistling as it flew back into his palm.

He casually rested the wuyue spear on his shoulder while pointing the silver moon spear directly at Ye Dingzhi.

"It's Sikong Changfeng!"

With just that movement, someone immediately recognized his identity.

"I'll handle Ye Dingzhi; leave the rest of the Demonic Cult to the others!"

A voice cut through the air, and a figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

In the distance, dozens of figures were rushing toward them.

A few strands of white hair at the man's forehead fluttered in the wind; he held a wine gourd in his hand, his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his eyes were glazed, as if he were somewhat drunk.

At this moment, he tilted his head back and drained a large gulp of strong wine.

"Baili Dongjun! It's the Deputy City Lord of Snow Moon City, Baili Dongjun!"

Exclamations of surprise immediately erupted from the crowd.

This was a world-renowned expert of the Jianghu!

Seeing Baili Dongjun appear and hearing his words, Sikong Changfeng nodded slightly.

"Old friend, it's been a long time."

Baili Dongjun swallowed a mouthful of wine, his gaze falling on Ye Dingzhi, who was shrouded in black Qi. His expression shifted slightly, as if he were reminiscing.

But the current Ye Dingzhi was already long past rational thought; there was only killing intent in his eyes. He ignored their past friendship entirely and suddenly pounced.

That strike was wrapped in heavy Devilish Qi, its power terrifying.

Upon his approach, it actually made people feel as if the True Qi in their bodies was faintly leaking out.

Void Thought Skill.

Baili Dongjun naturally recognized this technique.

Years ago, both his and the Northern Que Sovereign Yuefeng City's internal energies had been swallowed whole by Ye Dingzhi in one fell swoop.

Since then, Baili Dongjun had abandoned this skill, but he still had a vivid memory of its power.

With a soft sigh, he blurred his figure, dodging the vicious strike.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the wine poured from the gourd, condensing in the air into a crystal-clear water sword.

"Master once taught me a sword technique; you should remember it too."

He spoke in a low voice, his body dancing gracefully like a swordsman soloing under the moon.

The aura of the entire battlefield seemed to be drawn in, pulsing along with him.

"Is this... the Western Chu Sword Song?"

The wind swirled elegantly, and visible airwaves surged around him.

"Western Chu Sword Song, Asking the Heavens."

Watching this scene, the State Preceptor couldn't help but sigh softly.

"This is the legendary Western Chu Sword Song?"

Zhuo Qing, who was standing apart from Tyrant, felt his heart shake upon hearing those words.

One sword to slay ten thousand troops; the Prince of Western Chu went to battle alone, his blood staining the field, relying precisely on this move to change his fate against the heavens.

But since that Prince's fall, the world thought this technique had vanished from the Jianghu.

"It's not surprising; Baili Dongjun was originally a Disciple under the Western Chu Sword Immortal.

Years ago at the Wushuang City Sword Tournament, he performed it once."

The State Preceptor watched the dancing figure on the field, his eyes full of admiration.

"It really is quite pleasing to the eye."

A voice suddenly spoke. The State Preceptor was startled and whipped his head around.

Several figures had quietly appeared behind him.

Leading them was Su Rui, with Zhu Yuyan and Empress Wu standing beside him. There was also a pouting Sikong Qianluo, and Mu Liangyue and the other two whose faces looked slightly pale.

Alarm bells rang in the State Preceptor's heart; he instinctively cupped his hands to offer a greeting.

"No need for formalities."

Su Rui stepped forward and raised a hand to stop him. With his left hand behind his back, he quietly looked toward Baili Dongjun.

"It is indeed not bad, quite beautiful."

Empress Wu walked a few steps closer and suddenly covered her mouth with a smile, her tone light.

The State Preceptor and Zhuo Qing were momentarily speechless.

How could such a world-shaking sword technique be evaluated so casually as 'beautiful'?

That was a peerless skill that had once wiped out a thousand-man army single-handedly!

But in the next instant, both their expressions changed again.

The two women beside Su Rui... were actually in the Divine Roaming Profound Realm?

Divine Roamers were already as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns nowadays.

Ye Dingzhi had only barely stepped into this Realm because his Demonic Technique reached Perfection; Baili Dongjun was still a step away, and others had never even shown their faces.

Who would have thought two would suddenly appear out of thin air?

The State Preceptor's gaze swept over the two, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"May I ask... has the Empress of Great Zhou arrived?"

He had noticed the golden dragon patterns on Empress Wu's cloak.

Those were items exclusive to an Emperor; who would dare to overstep? Once violated, it was a capital crime involving the extermination of one's entire clan.

"This visit is not for state affairs; it is purely a private trip."

Empress Wu gave him a faint glance, her tone calm.

Hearing this, the State Preceptor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This Empress was famous throughout the world, feared by all neighboring countries.

To face over a hundred thousand iron cavalry alone—from ancient times to the present, she was the only one to have done it.

Even if others might have the ability, no one had ever actually put it into practice.

If she harbored ambitions toward Northern Li, the situation would likely be unimaginable.

Given her status, she certainly wouldn't resort to deception.

Since she said it was a private matter, then it truly was a private matter.

But as for what this private matter actually was, no one dared to ask.

The State Preceptor, in particular, didn't dare say more.

Zhuo Qing's expression also suddenly became solemn.

How could one's mind remain at ease when three people capable of taking his life suddenly appeared?

"They're coming!"

Su Rui gave a low shout.

Everyone's gaze was immediately captured by that figure on the field—Baili Dongjun was now standing in the center of the battle.

Sword Intent surged, drawing the moisture of heaven and earth to churn like several rainbows rising from the ground, lifting him into mid-air.

"One Sword to Ask the Heavens!"

This sword fell from the ninth heaven, its brilliance exploding as the air pressure swept in all directions.

With a booming sound, Ye Dingzhi was struck back by the sword, his figure stumbling as he flew out.

Baili Dongjun landed, his expression slightly darkened.

This sword, after all, had failed to reach his Master's Realm from back then.

No wonder Master once said that this sword was extinct, for that person was no more.

Ye Dingzhi slowly steadied himself, Devilish Qi swirling around him, though it had been sliced open with a crack by the Sword Qi.

Through the churning black mist, a deep wound was visible on his chest.

However, under the infusion of demonic power, the wound actually didn't bleed much.

Baili Dongjun sighed softly.

With that sword just now, he had hesitated for a moment after all.

"Baili Dongjun!"

Ye Dingzhi suddenly spoke, his voice cold as ice.

"Even you have come to stop me?"

"If you only came to Tianqi alone to save someone, I would still be willing to walk beside you, just like in the old days," Baili Dongjun said deeply.

"So that's how it is... You really aren't the same you from back then anymore."

As the words fell, the Devilish Qi on Ye Dingzhi's body suddenly contracted, no longer dissipating but instead covering him like heavy armor, pitch black as ink.

A face as pale as paper was revealed, devoid of Life Qi.

Seeing the Cult Leader regain clarity, the Demonic Cult members immediately swarmed forward.

"Gu Xu Formation!"

Twelve Elders each took their positions, and the formation was instantly complete.