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Chapter 105: Ye Dingzhi's Slaughter of Tianqi City, Wangyou Makes Her Move

Seeing this, the four dared not be negligent in the slightest and shouted:

"Creation Palm".

"Void Fist".

"The Formless Divine Skill".

"Boundless Sword Technique."

Bang!

Unsurprisingly, the four were unable to stop Ye Dingzhi's Hell Dragon and were all pierced through by it.

Finally, it crashed into the Chaotian Hall, which was not far from the Golden Palace.

boom!

The entire Chaotian Hall was instantly razed to the ground. Fortunately, Xiao Ruoan was in the Golden Palace, otherwise he would probably have been vaporized.

After unleashing his ultimate move, Ye Dingzhi ignored the four people and began slaughtering the living people around him.

puff!puff!

Of the four, Zhu Qing and Wu Xiang Shi collapsed and died instantly, and Qi Tiancheng also suffered a terrible fate.

Not only were they severely injured, but all their meridians were severed. The only one who fared relatively well was Lü Suzhen.

He was severely injured, with all the bones in his right hand, the one holding the sword, shattered.

Ji Ruofeng, who was lying not far away, was so shaken by the aftershocks that all the bones in her body were shattered, and she fainted.

Qi Tiancheng and Lü Suzhen, who were still alive, watched Ye Dingzhi's departing figure, their hearts filled with despair and sorrow, like withered trees that had lost all hope.

This catastrophe left them feeling powerless and exhausted, and they eventually collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, in a temple outside the city, a bald old monk stared solemnly at the ever-changing clouds over Tianqi City in the sky, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He muttered to himself, "A demon has been born!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the temple like a phantom, leaving behind only silence.

Meanwhile, inside the Golden Palace, Xiao Ruoan stood dejectedly on the high platform, staring intently at the gates of the Golden Palace, anxiously awaiting news from outside.

Suddenly, Jin Xuan rushed into the Golden Palace and shouted, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

Ye Dingzhi has been possessed by his inner demons and has become a demon; he is currently killing people indiscriminately throughout the palace.

Upon hearing this news, Xiao Ruoan was so shocked that he felt as if struck by lightning. His body trembled violently, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"How could this be? Didn't the chief eunuchs take action? Why are they still letting Ye Dingzhi kill people everywhere?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Xuan burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably:

"Your Majesty, Master... he was killed by Ye Dingzhi, who had fallen into demonic possession, with a single sword strike!"

Not only that, the Lord of Qingcheng Mountain, Master Lü, and the Imperial Preceptor were all severely injured by a sword strike, their fates unknown!

Upon hearing Jin Xuan's words, Xiao Ruoan was struck dumb, her body trembling violently as if her spine had been ripped out, and she staggered backward.

His face was filled with shock and fear, and he could hardly accept this fact.

After taking two steps back, Xiao Ruoan plopped down on the dragon throne, muttering to himself:

"How could this be... How is this possible? The Grand Supervisor and the others are all at the half-step Divine Realm! How could they be beaten like this by Ye Dingzhi's sword..."

Upon hearing this, Jin Xuan's face turned ashen, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow, and she stammered:

"Everything was fine at first, but Ye Dingzhi suddenly became possessed by a demon, and his strength instantly soared by nearly ten times, and his combat power was directly comparable to that of the Divine Realm."

Immediately afterwards, Ye Dingzhi began a frenzied killing spree, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike, showing no mercy to anyone he encountered.

In order to stop Ye Dingzhi, the Imperial Preceptor and others had no choice but to join forces with the Wuxiang Envoy of Tianwaitian. However, they were unexpectedly defeated by Ye Dingzhi's sword. Two of them died on the spot, and the other two were seriously injured and became crippled.

Even Ji Ruofeng, the leader of Baixiaotang, was not spared; he was caught in the aftermath of their battle, and his fate is unknown…

Upon hearing Jin Xuan's account, Xiao Ruoan felt a surge of fear, and her body trembled uncontrollably, as panicked as a startled rabbit.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with terror as she stared at Jin Xuan, her voice trembling with tears as she spoke:

“I know of a secret chamber. You protect me and hide there. Now, no one in the entire palace can stop Ye Dingzhi. If he finds me, we're finished.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Xuan nodded in agreement without hesitation, a determined glint in her eyes.

He gripped his longsword tightly, carefully escorting Xiao Ruoan with light and swift steps, supporting her as they sped toward the secret chamber.

Meanwhile, Ye Dingzhi had already launched a bloody massacre within the palace.

He brandished his sword, wantonly slaughtering innocent lives.

Palace maids, eunuchs, and guards fell one after another in pools of blood; the death toll had reached nearly ten thousand.

A ferocious smile spread across Ye Dingzhi's face, and his eyes revealed a kind of crazy pleasure.

They then stormed out of the palace.

boom!

With a loud bang, Ye Dingzhi destroyed the gate of a wealthy family's house with a single sword strike, then mercilessly broke in and began a new round of slaughter.

His figure flashed by like a gust of wind, instantly passing through, each flash bringing the loss of a life.

Wherever it passed, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the earth red.

"what……"

"Ghost! Don't kill me!"

In an instant, screams filled the courtyard, as if a symphony of death was being played.

Inside the hall, a fat man with a large head and ears heard the commotion and quickly ran out to check what was happening.

However, when he saw the ghostly Ye Ding, his face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Who...who are you?" he asked in terror.

call out!

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sword aura flashed, and the fat man with the big head and ears was instantly cleaved in two.

The floor was stained red with blood, like a blooming flower.

In just a quarter of an hour, all of the more than one hundred people in the house perished, with no one escaping death.

After killing everyone, Ye Dingzhi did not hesitate at all. His figure flashed and disappeared from the mansion, appearing in the void.

Then, sword energies, each a hundred meters long, shot out from his hands, slashing downwards indiscriminately.

These sword energies are like scythes that reap lives, mercilessly severing everything that stands in their way.

boom! boom! boom!

With a series of loud explosions, in just a quarter of an hour, one-tenth of the entire Tianqi City had been destroyed.

Tens of thousands of civilians were killed by the sword energy, their blood staining the earth red, like a sea of ​​blood, exuding a nauseating stench.

The cries and screams of the people rose and fell, echoing through the sky, plunging the entire city into fear and despair.

Such a scene was simply hell on earth, too terrible to bear to look at.

Just then, Ye Dingzhi decided to move to another location to continue his massacre.

However, a bald old monk suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The old monk was dressed in a kasaya, with a kind face, but his eyes revealed a deep sense of compassion.

Gazing at the horrific scene below, he clasped his hands together and murmured, "Amitabha..."

This compassionate old monk was no ordinary person, but Master Wangyou, who cultivated the six supernatural powers of Buddhism.

He possesses unparalleled cultivation, capable of traversing the mystical realm, and is one of the top masters in the martial arts world.

Upon seeing Master Wangyou appear, Ye Dingzhi revealed a wicked smile, his lips curling upwards as he coldly sneered:

"Old monk, your strength is not bad. Are you trying to stop me?"

Upon hearing Ye Dingzhi's words, Master Wangyou slowly shifted his gaze from the horrific scene below, staring intently at Ye Dingzhi, who was shrouded in a black aura, and said solemnly:

"Amitabha, benefactor, you have fallen into the demonic path. Please come with me!"

Ye Dingzhi's lips curled slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and he sneered, "You think you can take me on?"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his long sword, slashing at Master Wangyou with a sharp sword aura.

Master Wangyou calmly put his hands together, chanted incantations, and cast a golden bell-shaped protective shield.

Ye Dingzhi's sword strikes rained down on the protective barrier like a storm, but they could not break through its defenses.

Immediately afterwards, Master Wangyou suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as torches, and unleashed a move called "Heart Demon Summoning," directly attacking Ye Dingzhi's heart.

Ye Dingzhi's expression suddenly changed, a ripple flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He stared intently at Master Wangyou and roared angrily:

"You old bald monk, how dare you!"

Ye Dingzhi leaped into the air, his feet treading on the void, holding the Heavenly Cold Sword high in the sky, closing his eyes, and letting out a deafening roar:

"You old bald monk, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death! Like a demon, I'll annihilate you, immortal!"