C204 (1/2)

”Take one back for questioning.”

After Yang Ye heard the young man's words, he felt like his body was hit by a huge rock, and then flew away like a kite with its string cut.

He was dressed in white, and his snow-white hair was fluttering in the wind.

It was Ling Hao. He had almost arrived late when Wang Ling pointed at him and shouted coldly, ”Who are you? ”How dare he be so arrogant, he is the Grand Elder of the Xuan Yun Sect, Yang Ye!”

With their status, they always looked down on others from the bottom of their hearts. They usually lived like princes and were high and mighty, rarely taking advantage of others.

Wang Ling smiled. He wanted to see this young man's terrified expression.

He loved to see these scenes.

However, he did not. He unblinkingly looked at Ling Hao as his expression instantly became gloomy. Could it be that this youth's background was not small?

The Ten Thousand Devil Sect disciples who were fighting were suddenly stunned because they saw Ling Hao.

Regardless of who it was, everyone feared this youth. He dared to betray the sect out of anger, trample Xing Yun to death a few times, trample Xing Yun's master to death, and trample Master Xing Yun's woman, the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal.

They didn't even dare to think about it, let alone do anything about it.

Hope, flashed in the eyes of all the disciples!

Someone shouted, ”Everyone, do not give up. With Lord Ling here, there is no need to be afraid!”

Lord Ling, these three words seemed to have some magic to it, causing everyone to become more serious.

Yun Feng, Xue Fei, and the others smiled.

It was him again, and they were both wondering if this man had been sent by the heavens to save them.

It seemed like … He was being pulled by someone.

He didn't know who this mysterious person was!

”Kid, who exactly are you?” After Yang Ye was sent flying, he slowly stood up with a serious look in his eyes.

This white-haired youth was definitely not simple!

”Who I am is not important. The important thing is, does the Myriad Demon Sect have the strength to reason with you?”

Ling Hao's figure flashed and disappeared, as if he had shrunk to an inch.

A strange figure appeared in Yang Ye's eyes.

”AHH!”

Yang Ye was stomped on the ground. He felt as if his breastbone was fractured, and the inhumane pain made him cry out uncontrollably.

Wang Ling was silent. At this moment, even a fool would be able to tell that the other party was much stronger than them.

They were not cultivators of the same level at all.

The disciples of the sect cheered as if they had been injected with chicken blood. However, they didn't forget to brandish their weapons.