"The specific reason, you should find out soon, consider this as a request from Uncle Gang to you, can you promise me?"
Ye Gang softened his tone.
"Alright, Uncle Gang, please don’t beg me. You say not to kill, I won’t kill. A puny life like Wei Wuming, I haven’t put in my eyes!"
Ye Qingfeng generally wouldn’t refute Ye Gang’s words, only feeling puzzled.
"That’s great, Xiao Feng, now there’s something I want to discuss with you!"
Ye Gang suddenly said, "The leader of Divine Punishment has already entered Huaxia!"
"Divine Punishment?" Ye Qingfeng then remembered the organization, "What are they doing in Huaxia?"
He had slain the Zongheng Two Elders of Divine Punishment and wiped out Jian Chen’s entire family, holding a considerable grudge with Divine Punishment.
"I received news today, in the past month, there have been no fewer than fifty martial arts masters who died unnatural deaths, all with the same cause, their blood completely drained, and moreover..."
"Quite a few of them were Intermediate War King warriors!"
Ye Gang’s voice carried a hint of heaviness.
"Oh?" Ye Qingfeng sat up, showing some interest.
For the past two months, he had been in seclusion at Luoyang Slope, yet so many martial arts masters dying clearly was unusual.
"Could it be the people of Divine Punishment?"
Ye Gang’s tone was somewhat cold: "Although it can’t be confirmed, I’m ninety percent certain it’s true!"
"These people had their blood drained completely with no trace of injury on their bodies, which aligns with the effect of an extremely sinister cultivation technique!"
"And the creator of this technique was the former leader of Divine Punishment, the Blood Demon Ancestor, and the name of this cultivation technique is!"
"Supreme Blood Demon Technique?" Ye Qingfeng muttered softly.
Ye Gang continued: "The Supreme Blood Demon Technique can use the Blood Demon Power to forcibly devour an opponent’s blood energy, causing their blood to evaporate and wither to death. With each kill, it absorbs their blood energy and strengthens the user’s power."
"Moreover, this ability can be transferred to others, letting them kill on behalf of the user. Each person they kill enhances their own power, while a portion of the strength converts into blood energy, feeding back to the original user. One could say it’s a technique that can infinitely enhance oneself, evil and bizarre!"
"The current Blood Demon Ancestor, having slaughtered countless superpower users, was finally severely injured by a Huaxia martial arts expert, harming his root, then went into hiding. Now, Divine Punishment’s return to Huaxia surely means the Blood Demon Ancestor has recovered, marking another calamity for the Huaxia Martial Arts World."
"The Blood Demon Ancestor was already a Peak Battle King master back then. Though his strength might not have advanced much over the past decades, he surely possesses power beyond the Peak Battle King."
"Presently in Huaxia, the old monsters remain hidden, and the Divine Guards along with the War Emperor and War God Warriors of the Ancient Martial Arts Hall, are all stationed to repel the demon beast tide at the seaside, unable to move. There likely aren’t many in Huaxia now who can kill the Blood Demon Ancestor!"
"Whether this calamity can be resolved depends solely on you!"
Ye Gang’s voice was low, radiating a killing intent.
"I have activated the entire network, scouring for traces of Divine Punishment. As soon as I find the Blood Demon Ancestor, I will notify you immediately!"
"Xiao Feng, you are my nephew, but also a Huaxia man. This evil doer slaughtering the innocent, you have the duty to vanquish for the nation!"
"Today, I implore you on behalf of those innocently slain!"
Ye Gang’s words made Ye Qingfeng’s gaze sharpen.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingfeng’s thoughts were still turbulent.
Ye Gang had never spoken to him in such a tone, it was a solemn declaration of a mission passed down.
He could imagine how much outrage the Blood Demon Ancestor had caused back in the day, even making someone as calm as Ye Gang carry a monstrous killing intent.
"Blood Demon Ancestor?"
Ye Qingfeng clenched his palm, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
As the Patrol Envoy of the Southern Base, this was a matter he must not shirk.
"In the past, your escape from Huaxia was your luck, not having met me, Ye Jiujie!"
"This time, you dare to come again, I will annihilate you, body and soul!"
This top-tier powerhouse had already declared his intent to kill the Blood Demon Ancestor, and those Ye Jiujie intended to kill have never escaped.
Ye Qingfeng leaned against the bed and fell asleep. Over an hour later, his three roommates stumbled back.
Guan Yu and Xu Jing were evidently drunk, babbling and shouting the names of Bai Wan’er’s roommates, reeking of alcohol.
Only Wan Moting wasn’t drunk; he helped the other two onto the beds and then returned to his own bed to lie down.
The dark, windy night was silent across the campus.
At this time, an object shot in from outside the window, heading straight for Wan Moting on the bed.
A hand reached out and caught the object.
Wan Moting looked at the object in his palm, a crumpled paper ball.
On it was a line of scribbled writing. He glanced over it, his eyes sharpening.
"Alas, what must come will eventually come!"
He sighed softly, glanced at his sleeping roommates in the other beds, and seeing they were sound asleep, snoring, he leaped out the window.
In front of him, at a distance of over ten zhang, a figure flickered continuously, moving away. He didn’t hesitate, immediately following, his speed not slow at all.
He didn’t know that in Room 606, someone had already opened their eyes, watching the two of them leave.
Two whooshing sounds followed one after another, entering an abandoned factory.
The figure in front finally stopped and turned to look at the persistent wan Moting.
"You really came after all!"
A face sixty percent similar to Wan Moting’s looked at him directly, speaking in a deep voice.
Wan Moting’s gaze was cold, seemingly unwilling to exchange even half a sentence with this person, "No more nonsense, where is Xiao Qian, tell me!"
"Are you only thinking of Xiao Qian?" The young man’s lips curled with a smile, "Seeing your big brother, you don’t even ask how I am?"
"Bah!" Wan Moting shouted angrily, "Wan Molai, since you dragged me and Xiao Qian into the abyss, you have nothing to do with me anymore. My purpose here is solely for Xiao Qian."
"Tell me, where is she?"
Wan Molai didn’t answer; he spread his palms, smiling, "Younger brother, joining us brings unimaginable benefits. Look at the strength in your body now, how powerful it is? Even I’m envious!"
"You can meet Xiao Qian, of course, as long as you’re willing to come back, I assure you’ll see her every day!"
Wan Moting’s gaze was icy, already sensing over twenty auras approaching, each with considerable cultivation.
Twenty people donned in blood robes appeared on the high floors of the factory, their energy locking onto Wan Moting from afar.
"Wan Molai, using such methods, are you trying to forcibly drag me back?"
Wan Moting glanced at these people, sneering coldly, "I’ve said it, as long as Xiao Qian hasn’t left you, I won’t return. If you want me to work for you, fine, but you must ensure she has no contact with us, let her live as an ordinary person, any of your conditions, I will agree!"