Chapter 79: No One Leaves Today

"It's the White-Robed Cloaked Figure who killed Lord Tian An!"

"Three of them! How can there be three! It's over, we're dead!"

The Martial Artist who had come to report earlier trembled all over, his voice hoarse and despairing.

The scene of the White-Robed Cloaked Figure slaying Tian An with a single sword strike had deeply shocked this Martial Artist.

Upon seeing the White-Robed Cloaked Figure now, he was like a startled bird, instantly losing all composure.

"Gulp!"

Ye Lingfeng swallowed hard, mumbling tremblingly, "How is this possible? How could they be here?

Could it be… could it be that all those Martial Masters were really killed by them? No… this isn't real!"

"That sword! The spirit weapon of the Lion Hunting Group's leader!"

Ye Tian's gaze suddenly sharpened, fixed on the longsword in the hand of one of the white-robed figures.

"And the personal sword of the Red Stone Chamber of Commerce's President!"

Ye Zhi also said in disbelief, "President Hong Shi is an Advanced Martial Master, did he also die!?"

"What!?"

Ye Lingfeng's face stiffened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He knew that those Martial Masters might really have been killed, just as Su Lang had said!

However, he couldn't accept such a bizarre thing from the bottom of his heart!

More than twenty Martial Masters, what a terrifying force that was! How could they all be killed by a nobody who had only risen from the bottom a few days ago!?

This was simply a fantasy!

"Ahhh!"

At this moment, the terrified Martial Artist couldn't bear the pressure and ran wildly towards the periphery.

"Splat!"

A flash of sword light, and the fleeing Martial Artist was instantly decapitated!

The headless corpse staggered a few steps and fell weakly, the blood gushing from its severed neck instantly staining the soil red.

"Hiss!"

The dazzling red made Ye Lingfeng and the others shiver violently.

The next moment.

"Go!!"

Roaring, Ye Lingfeng fled desperately towards the periphery.

At this moment, no secret mattered; his life was paramount!

"Quick, protect Lingfeng and leave!"

Ye Tian and the others shouted lowly, surrounding Ye Lingfeng and charging outwards.

Ye Lingfeng possessed extraordinary Aptitude, a supreme Aptitude, and was the most promising person in the Ye Family to become a Martial General, or even a Martial Commander, so everyone was protecting him.

"Today, no one leaves."

Su Lang's indifferent and cold voice came, his Killing Intent sending chills down their spines.

Immediately after, he tapped his foot, chasing out like the wind, and his three white-robed Clones also wielded spirit weapons to surround and kill them.

"My son, hurry and leave!"

Ye Xiangming turned around, drew his sword, and furiously struck at Su Lang.

"Sky-Rending, Ninth Sword!"

Su Lang flipped his wrist, and the purple spirit sword, like a Dragon emerging from the sea, instantly pierced through Ye Xiangming's heart.

"Father!"

Upon seeing this, Ye Lingfeng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, wide with rage.

However, despite his grief, his speed did not diminish in the slightest as he rapidly fled into the distance.

"All of you must die, no one can leave!"

Su Lang kicked away Ye Xiangming's corpse and chased after them with a sneer.

A terrifying chase thus unfolded.

Martial Artists were constantly caught and killed, their wails echoing through the forest, and blood flowed all the way.

When the Martial Artists were all killed, it was the Martial Masters' turn!

The first to be killed was the Junior Martial Master who had come to report; he was no match for Su Lang, perishing with a single sword strike.

"Yang Tianrui, I order you to turn back and block the enemy!"

Seeing Su Lang and his three Clones ferociously closing in, Ye Lingfeng immediately ordered Yang Tianrui to cover their retreat.

"Young Master Ye… I!!"

Although Yang Tianrui was the Yang Family Patriarch, he was only an Intermediate Martial Master.

After witnessing Su Lang's powerful combat strength, how could he be willing to turn back?

"Hurry, think of your family!"

Seeing Su Lang getting closer, Ye Lingfeng felt a surge of terror.

"Ah—!"

Yang Tianrui let out an incredibly frustrated roar, then turned to face the rapidly approaching Su Lang.

"It's all you, all you! I've been reduced to this state!"

Bearing endless hatred, Yang Tianrui thrust his sharp sword forward, gritting his teeth as he charged.

The next second.

Sword light flashed, and figures intersected!

Yang Tianrui's corpse fell weakly, while Su Lang's advancing figure remained completely unaffected.