This indicates that at some point, Chen Ye must have encountered something that caused him to bear the seeds of becoming a demon.
Fang Yu looked at Chen Ye, his eyes flickering.
And Chen Ye was also staring at Fang Yu, grinning with a ferocious expression and murderous intent.
“Bang!”
He roared and lunged at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu stood there, expressionless.
Chen Ye dashed forward and slapped out with a palm strike.
Fan Yu reached out and grabbed Chen Ye’s arm.
“Oh my god!”
Chen Ye roared and slapped Fang Yu with his other hand.
Then, Fang Yu also caught him.
“Click click click…”
Chen Ye exerted all his strength, trying to break free from Fang Yu’s grasp.
However, how could his power possibly compare to Fang Yu’s?
Fang Yu grabbed Chen Ye’s arms, looking at his disfigured face.
“I’ll listen to your explanation.” Fang Yu said, twisting his hands together.
“Click!”
Chen Ye’s both arms were twisted off together.
“Ah…”
Chen Ye let out a pained roar.
Fang Yu raised his left palm again and cut at Chen Ye’s back of the neck.
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But he didn’t faint.
Unable to do anything else, Fang Yu could only raise his right palm and grab Chen Ye’s head.
“
Whoosh!”
A golden light flashed across his right palm.
Chen Ye’s body trembled, the aura on his body dissipated, and he finally fainted.
Fang Yu looked at Chen Ye who was in a coma, his brow furrowed.
No matter the reason, once you get involved with demons, things rarely end well.
It’s hard to say if Chen Ye can ever return to his former self.
……
“Damn it, damn it… How could Peach possibly lose?! There’s no way she could lose!!”
In the high heavens, Heavenly Martial Saint roared wildly.
After the violent explosion just now, Taotao’s overwhelming aura instantly vanished.
Upon realizing that Taotao had been obliterated, the Heavenly Martial Saint completely crumbled!
He regards Taotao as his last trump card!
… and he was also severely injured. …
What will he face next?
A domineering South Domain Supreme… and Fang Yu, who could obliterate a fully awakened Peach Blossom!
The two of them teamed up, and even the Heavenly Martial Saint didn’t have a chance to escape.
What should I do!?
He doesn’t want to die!
Run!
Seek help from the Holy Hall!
Tiān Wǔ Dà Shèng came back to his senses and immediately wanted to contact Zhì Shàng Gé.
“Whoosh!”
Just then, a chill ran down his spine.
Night Song… appeared behind him!
Between words, his left hand had already risen, the blade flashing across Tianwu Great Saint’s neck.
“Click!”
Due to his grievous injuries, Heaven Martial Saint could barely withstand such a swift attack, and his neck was directly sliced open.
A lot of blood splattered everywhere.
The physical body of a saint is, compared to those in the Transcendent Realm or with lower cultivation levels, an indestructible body like vajra.
In a fight at the same level, this physical advantage wouldn’t be much of an advantage.
The Heavenly Martial Saint clutched his throat, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.
Blood trickled from his fingertips.
Ye Ge circled out from the side, looking at Tianwu Great Saint, clutching a blade that shimmered with silver light in his hand.
This blade appears to be quite slender and petite, yet it is adorned with intricate patterns.
“Hand over that artifact you were just using.” Ye Ge stared at Tianwu Great Sage, his voice icy cold.
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” Tian Wu the Great Saint covered his neck and retreated again and again.
Even when reaching the realm of immortals, known as saints, facing death… still cannot conceal the fear within.
At this point, he was no different from ordinary people.
All mortals fear death, and saints do so as well.
Even saints fear death.
“If you don’t want to die, hand over that flute.” Ye Ge’s voice grew colder, her crimson eyes blazing with terrifying killing intent.
TIANWUSHENG, the Great Saint, was so scared that his courage was shattered.
He trembled, extending his left hand.
“Whoosh!”
The green flute, previously used to wake Peach, appeared in his hands.
Ye Ge raised his hand.
This flew into Ye Ge’s hand just like the azure flute.
“Supreme of the Southern Region, please don’t kill me… We can cooperate, I can represent the Zhis Saint Pavilion and work with you!” Tianwu Great Saint trembled.
“Cooperation?” Ye Ge’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly, “You… all deserve to die.”
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Martial Great Sage trembled throughout his body.
He could already feel Ye Ge’s sharp killing intent.
“No, no, please don’t kill me, beg of you, spare my life, I…” Tianwu the Great Saint cried out in despair.
“Whoosh!”
But at this moment, the silver blade in the Night Singer’s hand had already flown out.
The blade turned into a silver flash, instantly piercing through Tian Wu Great Saint’s head.
Tian Wu Da Sheng’s expression instantly froze, still maintaining that look of extreme fear.
But a blood hole had already appeared on his forehead.
His scent, dissipated quickly.
And at that moment, the blade turned direction again dozens of meters away and returned.
“Sizzle!”
This time, it pierced through Tianwu Great Saint’s heart again.
However, the journey doesn’t stop here!
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”
The silver blade flickered incessantly, piercing the Heavenly Martial Saint’s body like a sieve!
After several seconds, Tianwu Great Saint completely lost his vitality and his aura dissipated entirely.
A lot of blood was dripping from the various wounds on his body.
“Whoosh!”
Ye Ge raised his hand and caught the returning silver blade.
While the corpse of Heavenly Martial Saint in front was falling downwards.
Ye Ge took a deep breath, his pupils still crimson.
He watched as the body of Heavenly Martial Saint plummeted to the ground, then turned his gaze to the green flute in his hand.
Looking at the flute, Ye Ge’s eyes grew colder and colder.
He clutched the flute tightly in his left hand.
“Click!”
Finally, the flute shattered directly.
A strange light flashed in Ye Ge’s eyes.
“Sizzle…”
A burst of flame ignited in his hand, burning the shattered flute to ash.
How is it going?
Just then, Fang Yu’s voice came from behind.
Ye Ge’s face changed slightly, and he immediately put away the silver blade in his hand.
Then he turned and looked towards Fang Yu’s position.
Only Fang Yu flew towards Ye Ge, followed by two figures enveloped in aura.
“What about that Tianwu Great Saint? Did you take care of him?” Fang Yu asked.
“Hmm.” Ye Ge nodded, looking at Chen Ye who was floating behind Fang Yu in a comatose state. His eyes flickered slightly as he asked, “What’s wrong with him?”
“You’re talking about Chen Ye?” Fang Yu turned to look at Chen Ye and said, “He… his situation is a bit complicated. To put it simply… he’s become a demon.”
“Becoming a demon…” Ye Ge’s face changed slightly, scanning Dust Flame’s body up and down.
“It must be related to the flute sound that Heavenly Martial Saint played,” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, “That flute sound not only turned Taotao into a demon, but also awakened Chen Ye’s demonic nature…”
Ye Ge stared intently at Chen Ye, his eyes flickering constantly.
“What’s wrong?” Fang Yu saw that Ye Ge was out of sorts and asked.
“How do you plan…to dispose of him?” Ye Ge asked, “As far as I know…Chen Ye has always been loyal to the Yu Hua Sect. How could he be involved with demons?”
“How he’s dealt with… will depend on his condition after he wakes up.”