"I told you, there’s no Xiao Qian, only Blood Slaughter!" Blood Slaughter’s eerie voice echoed, "Following you, do you know how pathetic you are? You can’t even protect your own woman. Only a strong person like the Ancestor deserves to have me by his side!"
Blood Slaughter stared at Wan Moting without a hint of emotion, indifferently saying, "Today, you have only one choice, and that’s to come with us!"
Hearing Blood Slaughter’s words, the resentment and rage in Wan Moting’s heart instantly transformed into endless desolation. He laughed bitterly, stepping back a few paces.
He never imagined that the once-obedient Xiao Qian would become so cold and heartless, even boasting about other men in front of him.
Raising his head again, he suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, staring directly at Blood Slaughter and Wan Molai’s group.
"Blood Slaughter, leader? What a Blood Slaughter leader!"
He scanned around. Four middle-aged men stood on either side of Blood Slaughter, expressionless. Wan Molai stood aside, having already blocked his path forward.
"Even the Four Blood Servants of Divine Punishment have come. You really hold me in high regard!"
Wan Moting focused his gaze, his voice low and deep.
These four middle-aged men were killing machines personally trained by the Blood Demon Ancestor, silent but strong enough to rank in the top five of Divine Punishment, their combat power close to a High-level War King, just a step away from the Peak Battle King.
Wan Molai had also reached Peak Battle King in cultivation, and combined with Blood Slaughter, who had fully unleashed the Blood Demon Power to become the leader, such a terrifying lineup meant he stood little chance of survival tonight.
But he had made up his mind. Even if it meant death, he would never surrender peacefully or go back to Divine Punishment to continue actions against his conscience. He would rather die!
Almost instantly, he stomped hard on the ground, retreating quickly.
With his path forward blocked, he could only choose to escape backward.
Wan Molai sneered, already in pursuit. With a wave of his hand, the Four Blood Servants dashed out simultaneously.
Blood shadows streaked across the sky. Wan Moting had not yet covered fifty zhang when four figures already blocked his way.
He squinted, as Wan Molai had also caught up, surrounding him in the center, with no way to advance or retreat.
He quickly assessed, targeting the weakest among the five—Wan Molai—for a breakthrough. His palm flashed with blood light, extending into a blood line several zhang long, slashing toward Wan Molai.
"Blood Line Harvest? You’ve actually learned this technique!"
Wan Molai showed slight surprise but remained calm, shifting back slightly to avoid the strike.
Wan Moting was secretly pleased; this was the effect he wanted, following closely and temporarily breaking away from the Four Blood Servants.
He glanced back slightly, surprised to find the Four Blood Servants hadn’t followed.
At that moment, Wan Molai showed a sly grin, standing still.
Unease surged in Wan Moting’s heart as an ominous crimson shadow shot out from behind Wan Molai like a spirit, with a delicate jade hand already pressing against his chest.
Wan Moting spat blood, flying backward, skidding several meters on the ground, feeling an immense sadness.
Was he injured by the woman he longed for night and day?
Facing Blood Slaughter’s indifferent eyes, Wan Moting felt utter despair.
"Heh, is this my fate?"
He closed his eyes, acknowledging his inability to resist any longer. Blood Slaughter’s palm had completely disrupted his internal energy, and even if he weren’t injured, he could never contend with these six people capturing him together.
With Blood Slaughter’s wave, the Four Blood Servants approached to seize Wan Moting.
At that moment, a detached voice came from a short distance behind the crowd.
"Do you think you can just take away my roommate?"
Everyone was startled, and the Four Blood Servants stopped, turning to look.
In the moonlight, a tall and slender figure stood at the factory gate, raising an eyebrow.
Blood Slaughter, the Four Blood Servants, and Wan Molai stared intensely at this graceful figure, their pupils narrowing.
Everyone present, except for the twenty-some people previously knocked down by Wan Moting, were Martial Arts Masters of War King Level, yet they had not noticed how this exceptionally handsome young man got so close to the factory.
"Was it because we were too focused on fighting Wan Moting?"
Wan Molai scrutinized the young man, detecting no Martial Artist aura on him, except for a calm and serene demeanor.
Wan Moting, blood on his lips, looked at the speaking youth in terror.
In the next moment, he almost blurted out: "Leave quickly, what are you doing here? Hurry and go!"
These people were all top experts of Divine Punishment, with five High-level War Kings present, and a leader with unfathomable cultivation in Blood Slaughter—this wasn’t mere brawling; it was lethal.
Ye Qingfeng was his roommate, and Wan Moting absolutely didn’t want him involved in his grudges with Divine Punishment.
But Ye Qingfeng seemed not to hear, walking step by step toward them with hands in his pockets, eyes indifferent.
Blood Slaughter surveyed him briefly. She had never seen such a handsome man before.
After sensing several times, she, like Wan Molai, found no Martial Cultivator fluctuations from Ye Qingfeng—he was, entirely, an ordinary person.
Wan Molai finally spoke, having never seen a young man remain so composed in the presence of Divine Punishment’s top five and the leader.
"Who I am, you’re not worthy to ask!"
Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at Wan Molai, his voice indifferent, walking right between Wan Molai and Blood Slaughter.
Wan Molai was stunned, then furious, about to act.
But Wan Moting suddenly roared, "Wan Molai, stop. I can’t escape today; I can go back to Divine Punishment with you. Don’t harm the innocent!"
Blood Slaughter nodded slightly to Wan Molai, who finally lowered his hand, dispersing his Spiritual Power.
Ye Qingfeng approached the Four Blood Servants step by step, the four maintaining a cold, icy gaze.
Ignoring them, he continued forward until he stood before Wan Moting.
"Ye Qingfeng, leave quickly. This has nothing to do with you. What are you doing here? These people are ruthless killers!"
Wan Moting gestured frantically, but regardless of how he tried to persuade, Ye Qingfeng stood firm in front of him, gazing at him with detached calmness.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, Wan Moting’s heart trembled. This indifference was purer than that in Blood Slaughter’s eyes, a disdain for everything, a scorn for the world.
Where did a college student get such courage?
A silence hung for over ten seconds before Ye Qingfeng finally spoke.
His voice was emotionally detached, devoid of any feeling.
Wan Moting clutched his chest, coughing up more blood. He didn’t understand Ye Qingfeng’s question but responded, "I’m fine, nothing serious. Just leave, you can’t handle matters here!"
Ye Qingfeng remained still, his hands in his pockets, unmoved.