Netherworld Island.
Deep in the mine.
Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes deep and sharp as lightning, his body upright and proud, like a pine tree standing on the top of a cliff.
He faced a group of heroes alone, yet remained calm and fearless, his long hair dancing, exuding a chilling aura as he confronted their questions.
Suddenly a voice came from behind.
"And me too."
The voice was like that of a night owl, hoarse and unpleasant, giving one goosebumps.
A shiver ran through my very soul.
The newcomer stood on a giant wave, the seawater surging and towering, like a sea god.
He was wrapped in a long black robe and had a hunched back.
When the wind rises, it lifts the black robe, vaguely revealing half of an old, wrinkled face, as weathered as the bark of a dead tree.
Although he was old and frail, he was unfathomable, and his true cultivation level was impossible to fathom.
Everyone was shocked.
"This, this is the Dark Sea God of the Bermuda Triangle."
"Isn't it said that he passed away a hundred years ago?"
"How could such a terrifyingly powerful being die so easily?"
"It is said that in order to cultivate an evil art, he often devoured passing ships and airplanes, which angered the heavens, so the heavens sent down lightning."
"Even lightning couldn't kill him, this old man is truly monstrous."
Even so, he probably doesn't have much time left to live, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled so far to come here.
The Earth Dragon Flame Fruit can extend one's lifespan by ten years.
For these ancient relics buried up to their necks in the loess soil, they are more precious than anything else.
The arrival of the Dark Sea God put immense pressure on everyone present.
Everyone's eyes were filled with deep apprehension and fear.
"Plus me."
Soon, a vast and resounding celestial sound rolled in.
Click—
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the area above the valley.
The lightning snaked down, like a giant python undergoing tribulation.
It was as if the Milky Way were hanging upside down, pouring down from the heavens.
The terrifying power of the heavens far surpassed that of the elders from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
It made everyone present feel suffocated.
I couldn't help but back away again.
Everyone's eyes were filled with terror.
Many people exclaimed in surprise.
"Look! There's a figure hovering above the lightning!"
"Oh my god, could it be Thor descending to earth?"
"Ye Feng was too arrogant and killed people like flies. He finally angered the heavens and was punished."
"Let's hurry up and chop this kid up alive."
"You're all wrong. This is a master from the Thunder Witch lineage of the Witch Clan."
Three figures stood atop the lightning, their bodies crackling with lightning, like the wrath of the Thunder God, their aura terrifying.
Previously, Ye Feng had killed their disciple, Thunder Queen, thus forging a deep-seated grudge against them.
"I'll join in the fun too, hehe."
A sinister and eerie voice came from behind.
Then a lame old woman slowly walked over.
Although he walked very slowly, he arrived in front of everyone in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, like a ghost.
Surrounding the old woman were countless tiny black shadows, buzzing around her.
The old woman had distorted facial features, her lips were split open to reveal her withered gums, and she was blind in one eye.
His face was pitted and uneven, with pus oozing from many places. Several flying insects were crawling on it, sucking the pus, which was disgusting.
The old weasel arrived unnoticed. Upon seeing the old woman, it quickly covered its mouth with its large paws and pretended to vomit.
"Damn it, how can someone who looks so disgusting have the nerve to show their face in public?"
"An ugly freak like you, even if you kneel down and beg me to join your faith, I won't take you. You'll only ruin my tall and handsome image."
This old guy has incredibly thick skin.
It was knocked unconscious by Xiahou Ba's blow, leaving a large scar on the back of its head.
Beside him, Xiahou Ba was also bruised and swollen, with several claw marks covering his face.
I reckon the two sides have been exchanging barbs quite a bit since the old guy woke up.
Many of the people present had been knocked unconscious by the weasel's stinky farts, or had been tricked by its illusions.
Therefore, they all cursed loudly.
"Damn it, how did that dead weasel show up again?"
"Last time, one of my farts made me lose my appetite for more than three days."
"I couldn't eat for more than three days, I couldn't eat anything for seven days."
"That's outrageous."
If it weren't for the fact that the Dragon Flame Fruit was about to ripen, everyone would have rushed forward to take it.
The old woman wasn't angry. She squinted at the old weasel, her sinister gaze sending chills down one's spine. She grinned with her withered lips.
"Tsk tsk, a weasel that has cultivated itself into a spirit is quite rare. You have the potential to become a Gu King."
"Once I've picked the Dragon Flame Fruit, I'll take you back with me."
The old weasel's fur stood on end, and it bared its teeth and snarled.
"Go to hell! Even if I were to accept you as a follower, I'd find it disgusting."
During this time, Hongyan, Baihe, Lu Yu, and others also followed.
The presence of so many top-tier experts, many of whom were still lurking in the shadows, made them very uneasy.
The old woman just smiled coldly, ignoring the old weasel, and her sinister gaze fell on Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, you brat, I am an elder of the Witchcraft Sect. Tian Boguang is my disciple, and Gu Huai Ren is also one of my disciples. You killed both of us. I will settle this score with you later.”
"Your cultivation is so amazing at such a young age. You are perfect as a cauldron for raising Gu worms, hehe."
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