The Immortal Martial God of the Apocalypse: The Immortal Martial God of the Apocalypse, #4

By Fuge Luan Shi

In the city of Sishui, the young Ye Ling from the Lin family steps onto the talent detection ritual platform amidst ridicule and insults. The legitimate heir of the Lin family, Lin Yu, shows astonishing talents, while Ye Ling appears dim and lackluster. Despite his seemingly unruly demeanor, Ye Ling's eyes reveal deep solitude. Just as everyone mocks him for not even being a low-level genius, Ye Ling faces the shattered crystal, and the hidden truth is about to be unveiled.

After fifteen years of cycles and humiliation, the young man emerges from the bloodshed in the backyard of the Lin family, reborn from destruction. With a mysterious physique and extraordinary mental strength, he rises from the desolate land.

What is a genius? I, Ye Ling, am the genius!
 

 

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With a single punch, a Gladiator Slave was pierced through, the terrifying force even causing a shockwave that sprayed blood.

 A demonic shadow appeared in Ye Ling's pupils, and everyone in the arena shuddered, inexplicably feeling a chill.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: He Qiao Qiao
• Release date: May 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224797288

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Chapter 298: Demonic Body Coalescing

With a single punch, a Gladiator Slave was pierced through, the terrifying force even causing a shockwave that sprayed blood.

A demonic shadow appeared in Ye Ling’s pupils, and everyone in the arena shuddered, inexplicably feeling a chill.

Boom!

Another punch, shattering half the body of a Gladiator Slave, flesh and blood flying, his disheveled hair swaying. Ye Ling’s methods were utterly ruthless, as if he had truly become a demonic entity.

Help!

The remaining Gladiators had their last shreds of resistance completely crushed, only fear and despair left as they fled the arena, their cries and screams eventually fading into silence.

In the arena, on the high walls, the nearly ten thousand spectators, including the five overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena, watched Ye Ling in silence, a trembling awe in their eyes.

Seventeen Gladiator Slaves, the strongest in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, had all been killed by a single person. Ruthlessly massacring them - what kind of monster was this youth?

What is a demon?

Vaguely, they seemed to hear a voice from the ancient past, the entire world pausing.

Finally, they saw Ye Ling’s face - strange, sinister markings criss-crossing it, his eyes blood-red, brimming with boundless resentment, like a bloody abyss.

He no longer seemed human, but a monster, or perhaps a legendary demon.

A demon!

An existence only found in ancient texts, said to be something between the real and the illusory, neither human nor beast, outside the six realms, an accumulation of the world’s greatest evils.

Could this Gladiator Slave be a demon? Or had he just become one here?

He is a demon.

On the high walls, someone spoke, eyeing Ye Ling with trepidation.

All living beings have a demonic nature within, but only one in a hundred million will truly become a demon. He is that one in a hundred million - a demonic existence that must be destroyed.

Having become a demon, he has lost his Divine Wisdom, only retaining the urges to kill and go mad. He is no longer human.

The Abyss Gladiator Arena cannot keep him. No matter what plans you have, I advise you all to abandon them.

He must die.

...

One by one, the people spoke, their gazes filled with killing intent as they looked at Ye Ling in the arena. Even the five overseers were stunned, disbelief on their faces - he had truly become a demon.

How can this be? Demons are born only once in a hundred million, how can it be him?

The elder in purple robes said, greatly shaken, the other four elders also with horrified expressions.

Kill him.

From the high walls, a figure leapt down, a blade in hand - a Martial Path expert, unlike the Gladiator Slaves. For a Martial Path expert to kill a mere mortal, it would be a simple matter, and no one believed Ye Ling could withstand a single strike.

The five overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena hesitated briefly but did not intervene. Since he had become a demon, he had lost his reason and no longer held any value.

They even felt a hint of relief, as Ye Ling had no spiritual powers and was bound by the Sealing Spirit Lock - just an ordinary human body.

What a pity, if you had not fallen to the demonic path, your name may have one day resounded through Great Mystery City. But as a demon, no one can tolerate your existence.

The blade in the man’s hand rose, the air stilling, the blade descending to cleave Ye Ling in a single strike. All the spectators on the high walls watched this unfold.

In the next moment, the blade fell, but it did not land on Ye Ling. Instead, it was caught by a hand, a trickle of blood flowing down the blade.

Not good.

Instantly, all their expressions changed - the one they had deemed doomed had resisted, his hand gripping the blade of a Sixth Layer Sky Martial Realm expert, the Sealing Spirit Lock on his neck cracking.

Ye Ling’s second body, the Resentful Demon Body, had finally been successfully refined after several years. It emerged from within him, making him both human and demon.

Be careful, the Sealing Spirit Lock has shattered! Someone shouted, but it was too late. A hand had already gripped the man’s throat. Despite the surging energy around him, he could not break free.

Not only had the Sealing Spirit Lock broken, but the Rising Dragon Venerable’s seal within Ye Ling had also been completely shattered.

His cultivation level directly broke through from the Fifth Layer to the Sixth Layer of Sky Martial Realm. The overseers in the arena were all shocked by this scene.

A Gladiator Slave at the Sixth Layer of Sky Martial Realm? How is this possible? Could it be due to his transformation into a demon?

One overseer said, utterly astonished. The elders glanced at each other before all charging at Ye Ling. In the arena, Ye Ling did something unexpected as the five elders attacked - he fled.

The five elders were stunned, as were all the spectators on the high walls. He knew to run? Having just become a demon, he still retained his Divine Wisdom? How could this be? It was completely different from what was recorded in the ancient texts.

When a person becomes a demon, they completely lose their Divine Wisdom for a period of time. The person they once were is essentially dead, replaced by a new existence. It takes time for a newly born demon to regain their Ling Zhi.

Yet this demon, having just transformed, knew to flee as if he still possessed intelligence. It left everyone dumbfounded.

He’s escaped into the prison cells! We must kill him, we cannot let him get away. A demon should not exist in this world.

From the high walls, someone shouted, followed by a chorus of voices. The five overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena narrowed their eyes and charged into the prison cells in pursuit of Ye Ling.

Who are you? A masked figure wielding chains in the prison cells shouted at Ye Ling. With a wave of his hand, Ye Ling unleashed a sword strike, cleaving the masked figure in two.

He charged into a prison cell, the demonic shadow in the depths of his pupils becoming even more tangible, as if it had materialized. In a corridor of the prison, Ye Ling came to a halt.

The air seemed to still as a figure gradually emerged from within Ye Ling’s pupils, step by step.

The same face, differing only in the demonic aura and the cold, bloody scent that enveloped him. The two bodies, less than a meter apart, looked at each other and smiled - even their smiles were identical.

The Resentful Demon Scripture, devouring the resentment of all living beings, gathering demonic pearls to form a Demon Body. After several years, it had finally succeeded.

Chapter 299 Slaughter

Monster!

Not far from Ye Ling, in a prison cell, a Gladiator Slave witnessed the scene and was filled with terror. The human Ye Ling and his demon counterpart both looked at him, the corners of their mouths curling into smiles.

Crash!

The prison cell crumbled as the Demon Body Ye Ling entered and crushed the Gladiator Slave’s throat.

The essence and energy from the corpse surged out, completely devoured by the Demon Body Ye Ling, while the soul was consumed by the human Ye Ling. In an instant, the corpse was reduced to an empty shell.

The Demon Body Ye Ling’s cultivation relied solely on devouring, constantly consuming to gain immense power. There was no method or way, only slaughter, bloodshed, and death - the one and only law that made the Demon Body powerful.

There’s no need to run. The Abyss Gladiator Arena has a formation laid down by a Venerable. You can’t escape.

A voice rang out from behind. It was an overseer of the Abyss Gladiator Arena, staring straight at Ye Ling in the corridor, eyes filled with killing intent. The next moment, he noticed the Demon Body Ye Ling in the prison cell and his expression trembled.

You...

Two people with the same face, the same mocking and indifferent smile, causing his heart to sink.

How could there be two of them? One seemed to be the Gladiator Slave who had just appeared in the arena, while the other was a demon. What had happened? What kind of monster was this?

Swish!

A sword strike, imbued with seven attributes, as if it contained a world within, slashed directly at him. He was shocked, and a bamboo staff appeared in his hand. He quickly drew it out, causing the air to collapse.

Bang!

With a single strike, a powerful force assaulted him. His body shook and he involuntarily retreated half a step, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ye Ling, shock evident on his face.

Ye Ling retreated more than a dozen steps, smashing through the door of a prison cell, leaving cracks on the ground. With one strike, it seemed he had gained the upper hand with an absolute advantage. However, the overseer was at the Ninth Layer of Sky Martial Realm, while Ye Ling was only at the Sixth Layer, yet he had managed to block the overseer’s full-strength attack.

Stunned for a moment, Ye Ling once again rushed forward, transforming into a sword shadow, splitting a row of prison cells in two as he slashed towards the overseer. The overseer’s eyes narrowed as he swept his bamboo staff to meet Ye Ling’s attack.

No matter who you are or what your background is, once you’ve entered the Abyss Gladiator Arena, your life and death are no longer in your hands.

He said, the bamboo staff trembling slightly. There was a strange fluctuation, as if it was manipulating something in the space, causing slight cracks to appear. This strike was incredibly formidable.

Ye Ling’s expression hardened, and the sword intent in his hand suddenly calmed, becoming eerily tranquil, almost terrifying. The next sword strike had transformed into a concealed sword stance.

Burying Sword Technique!

A faint voice rang out, and the sword strike, though seemingly light and slow, was actually incredibly fast, slashing towards the elder.

Shing!

The sword and the staff clashed in the air. Ye Ling’s body shuddered, and he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The elder also retreated, taking dozens of steps back before stopping. A horrifying gash appeared on his abdomen, nearly splitting his body in two.

That was an incredibly powerful sword strike, not something a Gladiator Slave should be capable of. Who are you?

The elder looked at Ye Ling and asked. In the next moment, his body trembled as he glanced down at his chest. A hand had pierced through him from behind, emanating a terrifying demonic aura that was frantically devouring his life.

He had made a fatal mistake - he had forgotten that there were two Ye Lings, not just one. This demonic hand belonged to the Demon Body Ye Ling, extinguishing his life.

You are a demon.

He turned his head slightly, seeing the Demon Body Ye Ling behind him, his expression filled with terror, before his life gradually faded away.

All the essence and energy in his body instantly dispersed, flowing into the Demon Body Ye Ling through the hand that had pierced him. His soul was also consumed by the human Ye Ling, becoming an empty shell like the Gladiator Slave.

Old Three!

In the distance, there were rushing sounds, as if several figures were rapidly approaching. The two Ye Lings glanced towards the dark corridor, and the Demon Body Ye Ling transformed into a shadowy figure, merging back into Ye Ling’s pupils.

Activating the Dao of Darkness, Ye Ling seemed to blend into the darkness, fleeing deeper into the Abyss Gladiator Arena.

Ah—

Old Three is dead! It was that demon! We must capture him and avenge Old Three!

Behind them, several angry roars could be heard as the other four overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena discovered the corpse.

The night was deep, and the Abyss Gladiator Arena was shrouded in silence. A faint scent of blood lingered, and in the dim lighting, everything was blurred. Numerous shadowy figures were darting about, searching for Ye Ling.

More and more people were dying, every moment claiming lives. A demon had appeared in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, but it seemed something had changed - this demon had Divine Wisdom.

In Cell No. 7, in the deepest part of the prison, four Gladiator Slaves - a tall, thin elder, a gaunt elder, and a timid youth - were all looking at the young man in the corner of the cell with grave expressions.

Those who survived the arena were usually brought back by the men in black robes, but he had returned alone, directly shattering the iron door with a punch and entering, still cultivating cross-legged as he had before.

They didn’t know what had happened, but they could see that Ye Ling had undergone some changes compared to when he first appeared. His eyes seemed even more profound, causing a sense of unease.

The iron door was open, but no one dared to leave, only watching, as if they feared that door.

After a long silence, What, are you afraid? a voice rang out. The three looked at Ye Ling, who was observing them. Their expressions hardened as they glanced at the wide-open iron door, remaining silent.

It’s useless. We’re all Gladiator Slaves, our spiritual powers are sealed. We have no chance against them. Leaving would only lead to death, the gaunt elder said, looking at the open door with a hint of dejection and resentment, shaking his head.

Compared to them, we’re too weak. We can’t win. Escaping would only get us killed. We’re Gladiator Slaves, this is our fate - to live humbly, clinging to the slightest hope.

We don’t know who you are, but if you want to leave, we can’t stop you. If you wish to go, then go.

The three looked at Ye Ling with solemn expressions. Ye Ling looked at them, then at the other Gladiator Slaves around, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth - a smile that sent shivers down their spines and left them breathless.

What if I could unlock your Sealing Spirit Locks and kill those few overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena? Would you dare to leave then?

His faint words echoed in the prison cell, startling the group of Gladiator Slaves.

Unlock the Sealing Spirit Locks and kill the overseers? How could that be possible? Could it be...?

They looked at Ye Ling, then at his neck, where the Sealing Spirit Lock had been - it was already shattered.

Chapter 300: Please Enter the Formation

The formation of the Abyss Gladiator Arena had been activated, trapping everyone within - not only Ye Ling, but also the tens of thousands of spectators and the personnel of the Abyss Gladiator Arena.

The night was deep, and a demonic shadow was darting through the Abyss Gladiator Arena, reaping one life after another. People were dying, but no one could stop this demonic shadow.

Outrageous!

How dare you slaughter so recklessly in my Abyss Gladiator Arena, as if you don’t even consider us worthy?

...

The four overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena were furious as they walked through the prison cells, but they couldn’t find the demonic shadow.

While they had focused all their attention on Ye Ling, they failed to notice that the Gladiator Slaves in the cells had all disappeared, vanishing from the prison.

Kill!

A voice rang out in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, followed by cries for blood.

The Gladiator Slaves were charging out from various locations, rushing towards the high walls and into the core of the Abyss Gladiator Arena. Their Sealing Spirit Locks had been unlocked - they had rebelled.

In an instant, the entire Abyss Gladiator Arena descended into chaos. The people on the high walls also rushed down, engaging in combat with the Gladiator Slaves. It became increasingly difficult to distinguish the Gladiator Slaves from the people on the walls.

Blood was staining the Abyss Gladiator Arena, and the slaughter was gradually spreading throughout the entire arena.

Damn it, he opened the prison cells, broke the Sealing Spirit Locks, and released all the Gladiator Slaves.

In one area, four overseers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena had just killed a Gladiator Slave, their expressions grim.

Old Five, go to the arena and slaughter all the Gladiator Slaves there to maintain order.

Old Four, go to the formation’s core and guard it. If anything happens, summon us immediately.

The elder in purple robes looked at them gravely and gave the orders. The two nodded and dispersed, and the elder in purple robes glanced at their retreating figures before turning his gaze towards the depths of the prison cells.

We’ll go find that demon. Cell No. 7, he was once held there, and perhaps he’s still there now.

The elder in purple robes said, walking towards the depths of the prison cells with another elder, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

In an empty cell, deep within the prison, sat a person cross-legged.

A young man in prisoner’s garb, marked with the number ninety-one, was seated in meditation. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at the two elders approaching, a smile appearing on his face.

I’ve been waiting for you.

Ye Ling spoke softly, his words causing the two elders to stiffen and fix their gaze on him.

The same face, the same demeanor, but this person was not a demon; he was a man with a sword placed beside him, sitting in meditation as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

Who are you?

The elder in purple robes asked, his gaze sharpening. Ye Ling looked at the two men and then behind them.

What a pity, two are missing, Ye Ling remarked, as if talking to himself, causing the elder in purple robes to focus even more intently.

Missing two, what did that mean? Did he believe that he, alone, could defeat the four of them?

His cultivation was only at the Sixth Layer of the Sky Martial Realm. Even if he was an extraordinary talent, it would be impossible for him to contend against four individuals at the Ninth Layer of the Sky Martial Realm. Even with just the two of them, killing him would be more than sufficient.

To kill you, four are not necessary; one is enough. With two, you have no chance of survival.

The elder in purple robes spoke indifferently, his expression cold as he observed Ye Ling, trying to deduce his identity.

Seated on the ground with a sword by his side, Ye Ling remained calm and composed even in the face of the two men, more like a swordsman than a Gladiator Slave, indifferent to the world.

Is that so?

Ye Ling laughed, glancing at the two men. The sword by his side trembled slightly, casting a sword shadow in which the seven elements of heaven and earth seemed to form a world.

Witnessing this, both elders were visibly shaken, a hint of apprehension appearing on their faces.

Special Sword Intent.

Elements cannot coexist, much less merge. Yet, in this sword shadow, they saw the sword intents of seven different elements, leading to only one possibility: Ye Ling had comprehended a special sword intent.

Anyone who could comprehend a special sword intent was a genius, an extraordinary figure. Unexpectedly, in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, they found a Gladiator Slave who possessed such a special sword intent.

Indeed, you are a genius, but it’s a pity that you have fallen into darkness and cannot be used by us.

Although I don’t know who sent you, once you’ve entered the Abyss Gladiator Arena, you won’t be able to leave. I’m sure the ones behind you haven’t told you that the Abyss Gladiator Arena belongs to one of the Three Prefectures, the Situ Mansion, in the Great Mystery City.

The elder in purple robes said, a smile tinged with mockery and arrogance appearing on his face.

The Abyss Gladiator Arena belongs to the Situ Mansion, one of the Three Prefectures. Who in the Great Mystery City would dare to move against us?

The elder in purple robes looked at Ye Ling, his gaze momentarily faltering as he only saw a fleeting look of surprise on Ye Ling’s face, before it returned to the same calm demeanor.

You’re not afraid, or perhaps you already knew that the Abyss Gladiator Arena belongs to the Situ Mansion, and that’s why you came?

The elder in purple robes asked, looking at Ye Ling. Ye Ling looked back at him and smiled, a hint of malice hidden in his expression.

The Abyss Gladiator Arena, I didn’t know it belonged to the Situ Mansion. But even if I did, what difference would it make?

Ye Ling said indifferently, and the sword by his side trembled even more violently, as if the entire space was shaking. Cracks appeared on the ground, and the world within the sword seemed to solidify further, causing the two elders to be visibly shaken.

Outrageous!

The elder in purple robes exclaimed, transforming into a fiery shadow that burned a path through the air, rushing towards Ye Ling. Behind him, the other elder wielded a sword, slashing out a hazy sword shadow that also attacked Ye Ling.

Watching them, Ye Ling remained seated, a smile appearing on his lips, a smile that sent shivers down their spines. The two elders’ expressions changed slightly, as if they had sensed something, but it was already too late.

In the passageway, a series of sword marks appeared, each representing a different sword intent, arranged in a profound and intricate pattern, as if they were manipulating something in the void, causing them to merge together.

Danger, retreat quickly!

The elder in purple robes shouted, his expression trembling. The other elder’s gaze also wavered, as they sensed the threat of death in these sword marks - this was a formation.

He even knew formations, and had already set one up here, waiting for them to step into it.

This formation is called Reincarnation, and it will bring you into the cycle of reincarnation.

In the prison cell, Ye Ling had stood up, looking at the two elders and speaking calmly. He then turned and left.

Boom!

Behind him, centered on the two elders, over a dozen sword intents instantly rose and merged, unleashing a destructive force that seemed to obliterate the entire space.

Chapter 301: The Person in the Mirror

The Reincarnation Formation had now destroyed not only their physical bodies, but also their souls. In an instant, the two elders were completely annihilated within the formation, leaving no trace behind.

A prison cell had disappeared, burying the two managers of the Abyss Gladiator Arena, two powerhouses at the Sky Martial Peak.

The terrifying power swept out, spreading in all directions, causing the entire Abyss Gladiator Arena to tremble. Countless people looked towards the direction of the 7th prison cell, their expressions filled with shock.

Big Brother!

Second Brother!

On the arena, an elder slashed down a Gladiator Slave, his gaze fixed on the direction of the 7th prison cell, his face twisted with fury. His aura surged, blowing away the surrounding group of people as he rushed towards the 7th prison cell.

From the shadows, a figure darted towards him, its body wrapped in demonic energy, tearing the air apart.

It’s you.

The elder exclaimed in surprise, turning back and slashing his sword towards the Demon Body Ye Ling. Demon Body Ye Ling’s eyes were lifeless, not evading or blocking, but directly reaching out to grab the elder.

Fearless, risking his life against life, his eyes only held a dark, settled madness and cruelty, causing the elder to falter. The sword veered, meeting Demon Body Ye Ling’s claw.

Sizzle!

The sword seemed to have cut into Demon Body Ye Ling’s hand, but it was not fatal, only drawing blood. The next moment, the Demon Body lunged towards him again, its mouth slightly open, as if wanting to devour him.

Seeking death!

The elder roared, shifting his grip from one hand to two, bringing the sword down in a fierce strike.

Watching this, the corners of Demon Body Ye Ling’s mouth curled up in a smile, a smile that sent shivers down one’s spine. In the next moment, a sword pierced through the elder’s heart.

His gaze faltered, filled with horror, as he turned his head slightly and saw another person - also Ye Ling, but with the same demonic aura, the same temperament, and even the same smile.

How is this possible...

He said, his expression filled with resentment, looking at the Ye Ling behind him, then at the Demon Body Ye Ling, before slowly collapsing.

His life essence had been consumed by the Demon Body Ye Ling, and his soul devoured by the human Ye Ling, leaving him an empty shell.

Monster!

The surrounding people cried out in terror, and the next moment, a demonic shadow swept past, leaving no sound behind.

There is one more left. The two Ye Lings looked at each other, then turned their gaze in a certain direction, speaking in unison, before walking towards the core of the Abyss Gladiator Arena.

Deep within the Abyss Gladiator Arena, a stone platform stood, and an elder sat cross-legged on it, surrounded by a group of people in black robes, an aura of bloodshed permeating the area.

After a long while, the elder on the platform opened his eyes, his eyes a deep red, filled with hatred and fury.

Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fifth Brother, I will avenge you, I will kill him.

He said, his expression twisted, taking out a mirror. With a swipe of his hand, another world appeared on the mirror’s surface, different from the Abyss Gladiator Arena, seemingly a courtyard.

Situ Si, what’s the matter? A middle-aged man appeared on the mirror’s surface, waving a feather fan, exuding a calm and natural aura.

Master, help me! Situ Si immediately cried out, kneeling on the platform, his gaze trembling as he looked at the man in the mirror.

The man in the mirror seemed to pause for a moment, then looked at him, his expression slightly focused.

What happened?

Master, there is a demon in the Abyss Gladiator Arena. This demon has divine wisdom, he has freed all the Gladiator Slaves and killed countless of our people, including my brothers.

Situ Si said, his eyes filled with hatred. The man in the mirror looked at him for a moment, a hint of confusion in his expression.

A demon?

He said, seemingly pondering something. Situ Si remained kneeling on the platform, waiting silently.

After a long while:

Hold him off, I will send someone to kill this demon, no matter what kind of demon it is. You...

The man in the mirror said, but before he could finish, the mirror and everyone around the stone platform, including Situ Si, suddenly turned their gaze towards a certain direction.

There stood a person, or rather, a demon more accurately. With disheveled hair, a gloomy gaze that sent chills down one’s spine, and a terrifying demonic aura surrounding him.

A demon, one in a hundred million, and yet a demon has truly appeared in the Abyss Gladiator Arena...

The man on the mirror stared at Ye Ling, speaking. The next moment, a sword pierced through the mirror, and the figure on the mirror instantly vanished, while another Ye Ling appeared on the other side.

Two demons, no, one person and one demon, identical. What kind of monster are you?

The elder on the platform stood up, looking at Ye Ling with a trembling expression, and the dozens of black-robed people around him also had horrified looks on their faces.

My name is Ye Ling.

The two Ye Lings spoke simultaneously, their voices carrying an eerie, chilling sensation, causing the group to shudder.

Ye Ling?

They were shocked, and the next moment, the elder on the platform looked at Ye Ling with disbelief.

You are Ye Ling, the husband of Princess Wange of the Beigong Imperial Family. Weren’t you in the Tai Xuan Palace?

The elder said, and the group of black-robed people all changed expression. While they were unfamiliar with Ye Ling, everyone in the Great Mystery City knew of Princess Wange of the Beigong Imperial Family, the number one beauty of the Great Mystery City, who was the object of admiration for countless people, but had married a man they had never heard of.

Later, many people investigated Ye Ling’s background and found that he was a disciple of the Rising Dragon Venerable of the Great Mysterious Martial Mansion, who had taken in a disciple after Qi Ming.

Such a person was indeed qualified to marry Princess Wange, but they were still unwilling to accept it, constantly searching for Ye Ling’s whereabouts, only to find that he had disappeared after entering the Tai Xuan Palace.

Yet, they never expected him to appear in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, becoming a Gladiator Slave and turning into a demon.

The group was shocked, but the next moment, they snapped out of it, looking at the two Ye Lings. The Demon Body Ye Ling had already transformed into a demonic shadow, rushing towards them with unstoppable bloodlust.

On the other side, the human Ye Ling swung his sword, each step leaving a trail of death, a one-sided massacre that the group, even those at the Eighth Layer of Sky Martial Realm, were powerless to resist. Such combat prowess left them almost in despair.

In just a moment, only Situ Si remained on the platform, looking at Ye Ling without fear, but with a calm expression, even a smile on his face.

Ye Ling, disciple of the Rising Dragon Venerable, consort of the Beigong Imperial Family’s Princess. I never expected you to become a Gladiator Slave in the Abyss Gladiator Arena, but you still cannot escape death.

He said, taking out a knife that seemed to be stained with blood, emanating an aura of desolation and despair.

Chapter 302: Situ Tongshi

This knife is called Blood Soul, it is said to have once slain a great evil, stained with the blood of that great evil. Today, this knife will slay you.

Situ Si said calmly, holding the knife and looking at the two Ye Lings with hatred and murderous intent.

Ye Ling looked at him, at the knife in his hand, his gaze slightly focused, a faint smile appearing on his lips. The two Ye Lings, one human and one demon, stepped towards the platform, towards Situ Si.

The knife has a spirit, a powerful one, but you cannot control it. If you forcefully use this knife, you will become its slave.

Ye Ling said indifferently, as the Demon Body Ye Ling’s terrifying demonic aura surged, his eyes cruel. Behind him, Ye Ling gripped his sword, already in the starting stance of the Burying Sword technique.

Even if I become the knife’s slave, even if I die, I will slay you. If you take another step forward, I will cut you down.

Situ Si said, his body tense, gripping the knife tightly. The blood glow on the knife was spreading along his arm, as if the knife was gradually taking control of him.

Ye Ling’s expression slightly hardened, and he took another step forward. Situ Si’s expression changed, tightening his grip on the knife, his eyes glowing with blood. He surged forward, unleashing a wave of blood, striking down towards the human Ye Ling.

Burying Sword!

A faint voice, a sword strike like the wind, like thunder, like elusive mist, was unleashed.

Shing!

The sword and knife clashed in the air, Ye Ling’s body trembling, his arm torn, the sword nearly slipping from his grasp. A powerful force invaded his body, almost annihilating him.

At the Sky Martial Peak, with this knife, Situ Si’s strength had reached a terrifying level. Ye Ling was no longer his match, the single strike had severely injured him, but Ye Ling had the Demon Body in addition to his human form.

Puchi!

As Situ Si struck, the Demon Body had already appeared behind him, a palm strike that nearly shattered his body, but the blood light from the knife managed to block the fatal blow.

Another strike, directly sending the Demon Body Ye Ling flying as well. Facing two opponents, he had surprisingly gained the upper hand.

Ye Ling, I will kill you!

Situ Si roared, rushing towards Ye Ling, his eyes blood-red, his face covered in blood vessels, as if he had lost his divine wisdom, the knife gradually taking control of him.

Ye Ling watched this scene, his expression turning grave. The human Ye Ling retreated slightly, while the Demon Body stepped forward, closing his eyes in concentration, the Sea of Souls surging, a sword slowly taking form.

Boom!

The Demon Body was struck away again, its demonic aura trembling. Situ Si, in a frenzy, struck towards the human Ye Ling. Ye Ling opened his eyes, looking at him, and pointed a finger.

Soul Slashing!

A hazy sword shadow flashed across Situ Si’s body, and the next moment, Situ Si’s body suddenly stilled, the blood in his eyes fading, a look of unwillingness on his face as he slowly fell silent.

The knife had taken control of his body, but also severely injured his soul. At this moment, his soul was at its weakest, and a soul attack could easily destroy him.

Moreover, this was no ordinary soul attack, but the secret Soul Slashing technique passed down from the Sword Immortal Palace. How could it be compared to common soul arts?

Situ Si died, his soul directly slashed away, the vital essence in his body completely consumed, leaving behind a dried corpse, the knife falling to the side.

Ye Ling looked at the knife, his gaze slightly focused. The Demon Body walked forward and picked up the knife, the blood glow on it seeming to shrink back, as if it feared the Demon Body’s aura.

The two bodies looked at each other, merging like overlapping shadows, a demonic shadow flickering in Ye Ling’s pupils before gradually disappearing. The demon and the human, though their bodies were different, shared the same soul.

Unlike other so-called external incarnations, the Demon Body Ye Ling and the human Ye Ling were a complete whole, like limbs, the Demon Body able to emerge freely and merge back into the main body at any time.

On the platform, this was the formation’s core of the Abyss Gladiator Arena. Ye Ling looked around and slashed down with his sword, the entire Abyss Gladiator Arena trembling, the world seeming to clear for a moment as the formation was broken.

The formation is broken, let’s go!

In the Abyss Gladiator Arena, countless people fled in all directions, both Gladiator Slaves and spectators, their faces filled with fear, no longer daring to linger.

There was a demon among them who had released all the Gladiator Slaves, slaughtering countless people.

Amidst the fleeing, traversing crowd, there was a young man walking against the flow, dressed plainly, his appearance ordinary, without a trace of aura, seeming like a common person.

He did not fly, just walking step by step towards the Abyss Gladiator Arena. Around him, there was no one, as if an invisible wall had separated him from the rest, he was a world unto himself.

Ye Ling had just left the Abyss Gladiator Arena when he saw this man, standing before the arena, as if waiting for him. Just a glance made Ye Ling’s heart skip a beat.

This young man was not a Venerable, without the boundless, ocean-like feeling of a Venerable, but he gave Ye Ling an even more terrifying sensation, a Sky Martial Realm cultivator even more dreadful than a Venerable.

Just standing there calmly, Ye Ling felt as if a great mountain stood before him, an insurmountable one. He had no weapon, yet Ye Ling sensed a keen, edgeless presence.

Who are you? Ye Ling looked at him, his expression turning grave.

Situ Tongshi.

He replied indifferently, an unfamiliar name Ye Ling had never heard of, but he knew the Situ, one of the Three Situs, a force daring to contend with the Beigong Imperial Family and the Great Mysterious Martial Mansion.

Someone told me to come kill you. I heard you are a demon, so show me the strength of a demon.

He said, not moving, yet Ye Ling felt as if a mountain was slowly pressing down, a sense of suffocation. Though he had never heard of this person, he was undoubtedly the most terrifying opponent among the younger generation.

The demonic shadow flickered in Ye Ling’s eyes, the Demon Body Ye Ling slowly emerging, the two Ye Lings looking at him together.

Two bodies, one human and one demon, an external incarnation? No, what are you?

He said, a hint of confusion in his eyes, gazing at the two Ye Lings. The two Ye Lings looked back at him, one with a calm expression, the other with a sinister smile.

Shing!

A sword strike, the Burying Sword technique, the demonic shadow flashing, directly attacking Situ Tongshi, the two Ye Lings attacking together.

Situ Tongshi still stood calmly, and as Ye Ling’s attack approached, he raised a hand, a palm strike that made the entire space tremble, spatial cracks erupting and surging towards the two Ye Lings.

Chapter 303: The Immortal Cultivator Cannot Die, the Undying Immortal Cultivator!

Boom!

A thunderous roar, the ground shattering, the air collapsing in an instant. A sword was flung back, embedding itself in the ground, stained with blood. The human