Everyone’s faces drained of color, their hearts screaming that this Young Marquis was their only savior, someone who absolutely must not die.
Spiritual Vision did not detect any traps, and seeing the Young Marquis’s soulless expression, they guessed that perhaps he had just woken up, his eyes muddled with hallucinations, mistaking them for the ghosts that had harmed him and displaying such a look of terror.
Without further hesitation, everyone flew toward him on their sword, not forgetting to comfort him softly as they did, "Young Marquis, do not fear, we are here to rescue you."
"Wuu!!! Wuu!!!!" Lin Zheng’s eyes turned stark red, but he was unable to stop the group’s fervent approach.
After drawing close, everyone took extra caution to inspect the surroundings, confirming the absence of danger before proceeding to untie the ropes binding the two of them.
As soon as Lin Zheng’s body was lowered, he urgently bellowed, "Be careful of Ye Shu!"
Be careful of Ye Shu?
The crowd was utterly perplexed, it took them a while to comprehend.
Not understanding why they should be wary of Ye Shu.
Wasn’t he the most loyal son of a house servant from the Marquis Mansion? Having grown up with you, the Young Marquis, in such a perilous situation, shouldn’t he be the very person you rely on the most? Why should they be cautious of him?
Ye Shu, still unconscious in someone’s arms, didn’t give everyone the chance to ponder the hidden meaning behind that sentence.
His arm seemed to naturally dangle weakly, and from within his sleeve, a crimson, horned skull fell out. The skull shattered upon hitting the ground, and simultaneously, a gigantic Skull Dharma Form arose from between the two Divine Pillars, its enormous maw agape, a mighty suction force swallowing the souls of the crowd into its mouth.
The pupils of those cultivators just began to show signs of alarm when their eyes suddenly lost all luster, resembling lifeless puppets as they fell to the ground one after another.
Ye Shu, seemingly channeling strength from nowhere, caused his bones to crack with a dull boom, his pores spurting out a thick white mist, as he forcefully pushed the two cultivators nearest to him away, avoiding the Skull Dharma Form’s range of Devour.
He grunted, blood flowing from his nostrils, collapsing weakly to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, like a maniac, "Ye Shu——————!!"
The previously frail-looking Ye Shu stood up, and in a single leap, he landed atop the vivid red, gigantic Skull Dharma Form, seated calmly.
Ye Shu crossed one leg over the other, his gaze indifferent as he looked out over the sea of flowers, towards Baili An and two others, who hadn’t rushed in foolishly, "What a pity, you are much smarter than I anticipated."
One of the cultivators who had narrowly escaped, Xun Guan, who had been guiding Baili An, was both shocked and fearful, his teeth chattering from the terror of his close call, and he couldn’t help but roar, "What are you doing?!"
Ye Shu ignored him, his gaze upon Lin Zheng, whose nose bled continuously, and he spoke, "Here you are unable to fend even for yourself, yet you still have the mind to worry about the lives of others."
Lin Zheng, appearing profoundly shaken, muttered, "I don’t understand... I don’t understand why you would do this?"
"Lin Zheng," Ye Shu softly murmured his name, the gloomy ethereal lights reflecting off his sullen handsome face, his expression weary, "I told you, you shouldn’t be thinking about going to the Demon World to get the Dragon Ball, why can you never listen to me?"
Lin Zheng roared, "Ye Shu! Who taught you such evil techniques?!"
Ye Shu let out a slow breath, no longer answering his question. He pointed towards Baili An, and right beneath him, the Red Bone Skeleton opened its vast maw, from which the Shadow Resentment re-emerged, intending to join forces with the Red Bone Skeleton to Devour Baili An’s soul.
Baili An remained still, his shadow, however, flared up uncontrollably like a fire disturbed by wind, seemingly losing coherence as if it was being sucked away.
He summoned the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, pressing it heavily towards the ground with the sword tip, the blade entering the shadow. The black and gold Ancient Sword, like an ancient Holy Mountain anchoring his shadow, above his head faintly visible were mountains and rivers, waves surging through grand rivers.
The Red Bone Skeleton’s entire body shook violently, its pupils of Yin Fire suddenly bursting with light, and Ye Shu felt a heaviness beneath his feet, followed by a power like that of Ding Kun Mountain, bearing down as if tens of thousands of mountains were pressing down upon him!
The Red Ghost Skeleton’s rows of teeth shattered into powder, the red-garbed ghost contained within it exploded into a blood mist with a wretched scream, and its long black hair burst into smoke in the gale.
Ye Shu’s eyelids twitched violently, his hands crashed down towards the ground, a devastating Spiritual Power from the Sea Expansion Realm collided on his palm, striking the Skull Dharma Form on its crown, and using the explosive Astral Wind, he quickly flew backward in a flash to avoid the oppressive force.
As soon as he landed, a sickly flush spread across his face, and with a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his clothes torn apart by the Gale, revealing a pale, emaciated body covered with scars.
Ye Shu swayed unsteadily, his knees buckling, he knelt on one knee, the blood from his lips contrasting starkly with his jet-black hair, his pale, cold to the point of ghostly white skin making him look in no way human from afar.
Even more sinister was the complex pattern traced onto his marred, battered body, as if painted with cinnabar — the expansive red designs lending a fierce, wild beauty to his frail form.
Upon seeing the markings on his body, Su Jing’s gaze turned grave, and in a cold voice, he declared, "A disciple of the Demon Sect."