"Hehe, Hundred Demons Hall?"
Yue Xingchen said disdainfully: "Zuo Fan, Zuo Fan, how brainless are you to make such a stupid decision?"
"The Netherworld Palace is already struggling to protect itself, and you're bringing a few old, weak, and sick people from the Hundred Ghosts Hall here to die?"
"With so few people in your Hundred Demons Hall, even if you join us, what can you change?"
As the voice fell, another delicate cry came from the other side, "How about adding our Xianyin Pavilion?"
Everyone's expression changed at the same time.
Everyone in the Netherworld Palace was also delighted.
Following the Hall of Hundred Ghosts, another group of people from the Demonic Cult did arrive.
They were all women, but there were about fifty of them, and each of them had strong spiritual power fluctuations.
Especially the few people in the lead, who made many righteous people present change color.
"Xianyin Pavilion?"
"Are they here too?"
"Are they also here to support the Netherworld Palace?"
With the arrival of this group of women, all the righteous people subconsciously made way for them.
However, its nature was different from when the Hundred Demons Hall arrived just now.
When the Hundred Demons Hall arrived, they gave in with a gloating attitude.
But as for Xianyin Pavilion, they were afraid and did not dare to stop it.
Xianyin Pavilion is considered a relatively strong force in the Demon Sect, especially because they practice various musical instruments and their attack methods are strange and unpredictable, making it difficult to defend against them.
Even many righteous forces are extremely wary of it.
Especially the two leaders, who make everyone love and hate them.
One of them was a middle-aged woman, graceful and elegant, yet extremely cold and arrogant.
The other was a young woman with an enchanting figure and charming looks. Her every frown and smile seemed to be able to melt the hearts of all men.
It was none other than Meng Wanxia, the current head of Xianyin Pavilion, and Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion.
"Pavilion Master Meng, why are you here too?"
This time, before Wang Bo could say anything, Nangong Can, the Lord of the Nether Palace, stepped forward to greet him.
"Hmph, stop trying to get close to this Pavilion Master!"
Meng Wanxia remained cold towards Nangong Can's enthusiasm.
But when she saw Wang Bo, she smiled gently again, "Wang Bo, you won't blame us for coming uninvited, right?"
"Senior, you're joking!"
Wang Bo hurriedly said, "Senior, you can come at this moment. I am very grateful to you!"
"It's not that I wanted to come, but Huan'er, that naughty girl, insisted on going forward and backward with you no matter what. I couldn't persuade her, so I had no choice but to bring everyone from Xianyin Pavilion with me."
As she spoke, she pushed Ni Qiuhuan forward.
"Master, please don't lie. How could I..."
Ni Qiuhuan wanted to argue, but his words faded away halfway through.
"Miss Ni is thoughtful!"
Wang Bo gave Ni Qiuhuan a grateful look.
“That’s enough!”
Not far away, Yue Xingchen was furious. "What about Xianyin Pavilion? It's just a bunch of people who don't know how to live or die. Don't think that just because you are women, we will show sympathy to you..."
“Shhhhh!”
He had barely finished his disdainful words when a sharp sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out.
Yue Xingchen's pupils contracted violently.
But just as he reacted, more than a dozen flying needles had already rapidly enlarged his pupils.
Twelve Feiying Needles!
That is the most powerful hidden weapon of Chiyan Peak!
He recognized it instantly.
He also understood that after Leng Wuhen died at the hands of Wang Bo, the Twelve Feiying Needles also fell into Wang Bo's hands.
And now, Wang Bo actually took advantage of his inattention and attacked him with the Twelve Feiying Needles.
Because he was completely unprepared and the flying needles were as fast as lightning, he didn't have time to dodge or block and was hit.
Twelve flying needles simultaneously pierced through his eyebrows, eyes, throat, heart, lower abdomen, crotch... these fatal parts.
Without bringing out any blood, the flying needle quickly turned in the void behind him and flew back into Wang Bo's hand.
Yue Xingchen's movements froze there.
The expression on his face also froze.
"thump!"
With a face full of resentment and frustration, he fell straight to the ground.
In an instant, the originally noisy scene became as quiet as death.
Because the incident happened suddenly, everyone stared at Yue Xingchen who fell to the ground with wide eyes, and they were unable to react for a while.
"Master Yue...is dead?"
After a brief silence, someone murmured.
Although the sound was small, it was like a huge rock falling into a calm lake, instantly waking up everyone who was in a daze.
"Who did it?"
"A sneak attack, this is a sneak attack!"
"It was Wang Bo. He attacked Master Yue with a flying needle!"
“It’s despicable!”
"But isn't Master Yue a peerless genius with the Emperor's Appearance? He's a future Martial Emperor. How could he die so easily?"
For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.
Yue Xingchen was just the popular leader of the righteous path, the future Martial Emperor, and everyone followed his lead.
Unexpectedly,
In just a blink of an eye, he died tragically on the spot.
Isn't this death too easy?
It's like a joke.
Not only others, but also the Holy Maiden of Xiaoyao Sect, Liu Feifei, was stunned.
Just now she was full of anticipation, imagining the scene where Yue Xingchen captured Wang Bo and tied him up and brought him to her.
Unexpectedly,
Yue Xingchen died before Wang Bo was captured!
The death was so sudden, so unexpected.
Of course, what she cared about was not Yue Xingchen's life or death, but after Yue Xingchen's death, wouldn't the things he promised her be impossible to fulfill?
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