Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

This all happened so suddenly that everyone was caught completely off guard.

Yu Xiaoran was stunned for a moment before he roared in fury, "You bastard! How dare you!"

The others, their faces masks of shock and rage, cried out in anguish, "Junior Sisters!"

However, to everyone's disbelief, even after Chuyu and Chuxue were beheaded, their bodies remained standing perfectly still. Then, wisps of black smoke, exuding a bizarre aura, began to drift slowly from their lifeless husks.

A piercing, uncanny laughter seemed to echo through the temple. Yu Xiaoran and the others felt their minds grow hazy, and a wave of dizziness washed over them.

The laughter clearly possessed the power to harm a Cultivator's Divine Soul!

"Still dare to make trouble?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and struck out with his palm.

A vast and mighty Palm Force, like a heavenly deluge, crashed down and overwhelmed the two lifeless bodies.

Caught in the violent force, the two bodies finally gave out and exploded. Two Soul Bodies emerged from the blast. With cyan faces, sharp fangs, long, disheveled hair, and flowing white robes, they were unmistakably two demonic ghost cultivators!

At that moment, Yu Xiaoran and his disciples finally processed what was happening. Their expressions changed drastically as they stared at the scene before them. "What in the world is going on?"

"Those two disciples of yours were these two ghouls in disguise all along."

"If you had let them continue to deceive you, your entire group might not have lived to see tomorrow's sunrise."

Ye Chen stated flatly.

While Song Yubing was fighting Chen Lie outside, he had remained inside the temple. Though he seemed to have no intention of interfering, he was in fact secretly observing Chuxue and Chuyu's every move.

Only when he was certain the two were ghouls in disguise did he launch a killing blow, forcing them to reveal their true forms!

Yu Xiaoran and his disciples turned pale with fear.

Just as Ye Chen had said, they hadn't noticed a single thing amiss.

Although Yu Xiaoran had found the sisters' behavior tonight somewhat strange, the thought that they might be demons or ghouls had never crossed his mind.

Right up until the moment Ye Chen attacked, he was still doing his best to protect his two disciples.

"How could this be..." The remaining disciples broke out in a cold sweat. Their faces were grim as they stared at the two apparitions, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

If they had never discovered the existence of these two apparitions, the consequences would have been truly unthinkable!

"Brat, I didn't expect your perception to be so keen. I concealed my aura so well, yet you still sensed that something was amiss!"

The female ghost on the left fixed her hollow eyes on Ye Chen, a string of hoarse, grating sounds issuing from her mouth.

"Hm?"

'It seems these two ghosts are being controlled by someone after all.'

A glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. "You'd best show yourself now," he said coldly. "Don't force me to come and find you myself."

At his words, the two female ghosts erupted in peals of laughter.

"You're an arrogant one, brat! But since you've already found me out, I see no reason to keep hiding."

A powerful wave of Spiritual Power suddenly swept in from outside the temple!

Under this terrifying aura, everyone felt as if they couldn't breathe.

In an instant, shock filled the faces of Yu Xiaoran and the others as they all turned to look outside the temple!

In the distance, through the curtain of rain, they saw a figure carrying a lantern and walking slowly toward the temple.

He was a middle-aged man of about forty-five or forty-six, dressed in simple cloth robes, with a gentle-looking face.

The torrential downpour was deflected by an invisible force four or five meters away from his body, parting into streams of water that flowed onto the ground.

Despite being in the middle of a torrential downpour, not only were his clothes clean, but even the red lantern he carried burned with a bright flame. In the pitch-black, rainy night, it was like a single, brilliant star, exceptionally eye-catching from a distance.

As the middle-aged man arrived before the temple, a terrifying pressure, even more piercing and powerful than the storm raging above, descended like a series of towering mountains crashing down.

When had Yu Xiaoran or his disciples ever encountered such a terrifying presence? Forget his disciples; even he, a Cultivator at the Third Layer of the Primordial Mansion Realm, felt as if he were sinking into a mire under that surging pressure, unable to move an inch!

"You... Who in the world are you?!"

Yu Xiaoran couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, forcing himself to calm down.

As for his disciples, now without the two sisters, only two young men and a young woman remained. All three of them wore expressions of absolute terror.

They were terrified not only by the gruesome manner of the sisters' deaths but also by the mysterious middle-aged man before them.

"Heh heh..."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly. He gave the hand holding the red lantern a slight flick, and the two female ghosts immediately shot toward him as if summoned, darting into the lantern he held.

"You don't recognize me? That's perfectly normal. I haven't been active in the outside world for many years..."

The middle-aged man seemed quite sentimental. He smiled and said, "I just wonder, have you ever heard the name... Cyan-faced Demon Monarch?"

"The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch?"

The moment he said this, Yu Xiaoran was scared out of his wits. He said in disbelief, "You mean the rogue cultivator who ran rampant eight years ago, the one who committed countless massacres outside the Dragon Prison Cave?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat in alarm.

"Oh?"

The Cyan-faced Demon Monarch glanced at Yu Xiaoran with some surprise, then nodded with a smile. "Very good. It seems the world has not forgotten me entirely."

"Master, who exactly is this Cyan-faced Demon Monarch?" the young woman asked, swallowing hard.

"The last time the Dragon Prison Cave opened was seven or eight years ago."

A reminiscent look appeared in Yu Xiaoran's eyes as he said in a solemn voice, "I went to join the commotion back then, mingling among the various major powers. With my abilities, I naturally couldn't contend with those great factions, but I went to broaden my horizons."

"But just as the struggle for the Dragon Prison Cave came to a close and the various powers were preparing to leave, the Cyan-faced Demon Monarch, who had been hiding in the crowd, suddenly erupted, unleashing a horrifying massacre!"

"His power was terrifying. He instantly drew the attention of Divinity Transformation Realm experts! But he seemed to possess some kind of strange treasure, and for a time, even the Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivators were unable to stop him."

"In the end, he wiped out several factions that had no Divinity Transformation Realm experts, plundering a massive amount of worldly Spiritual Objects that had come from the Dragon Prison Cave. He then fled far away while being pursued by several Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivators and was never heard from again."

"To think he's not dead! He successfully escaped while being hunted and cornered by at least four or five Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivators!!!"

As Yu Xiaoran recalled the scene, a flicker of pure horror still flashed in his eyes, and his heart pounded, unable to calm for a long, long time.