"Defeating the weak brings forth the stronger; it's too troublesome... Fortunately, I'm not someone who likes trouble, so I've come directly. Is that sincere enough?"

With a smile, Wang Junze shielded Peng Ru behind him and leisurely teased.

"Who are you?!"

Wang Junze appeared too composed. Although he hadn't made a move, the confidence he exuded still instinctively sparked a hint of vigilance within Meng Hailong.

"Ye Piaoling!"

Wang Junze replied with a smile.

"It's you?!"

Meng Hailong's pupils abruptly contracted as he instantly realized.

Recently, the name Ye Piaoling had already spread across the Nether Sea, with many people inquiring about his whereabouts. Even Meng Hailong was secretly investigating.

He never expected to meet this individual in such a manner.

"Young Master Ye, Meng Mou admits there's no past grievance or recent feud with you. What do you mean by this?"

Forcing himself to maintain composure, Meng Hailong's attitude shifted dramatically.

Even though his son suffered a severe beating, he was unwilling to become enemies with Ye Piaoling.

The opponent's battle achievements were indeed intimidating, utterly ignoring status or backing, resembling a dragon crossing the river.

"Indeed, no grievance or feud!"

Nodding in agreement, Wang Junze softly echoed but, before the other could reply, he immediately shifted his tone and mockingly retorted, "But since when in the Nether Sea does one need a grievance to kill someone?"

"..."

Arrogant!

This statement caused everyone's heart to tremble intensely.

The Nether Sea is indeed a haven for Demon Cultivators, with no rules to bind them. Here, might makes right.

But... how many truly dare to act this way?

This is simply a madman who disregards reason entirely!

Taking a deep breath, Meng Hailong suppressed his anger and conceded, "It's better to resolve enmity rather than keep it, Young Master Ye, what terms can we negotiate? Meng Mou likes to befriend young talents like you, how about we become friends?"

This statement was overly submissive, almost equivalent to placing his face on the ground for Wang Junze to tread upon.

To Meng Hailong, no matter how arrogant Wang Junze was, this gesture should suffice.

The rest would merely involve agreeing on what benefits to offer. As long as today's danger could be averted, he didn't care about the cost. Once he had the other in his sights, he'd have ways to reclaim the benefits.

"Master Meng is truly flexible, impressive!"

Lightly applauding, Wang Junze's smile widened as he slowly said, "Alright, in that case, may I borrow Master Meng's head for a while, how about that?"

"???"

This statement instantly froze the smile on Meng Hailong's face.

"Are you mocking me?!"

With a hint of anger in his eyes, Meng Hailong's aura surged violently, his tone cold, "Ye Piaoling, Meng Mou is showing respect, it's not out of fear of you. Don't mistake my humility for weakness!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Seeing Meng Hailong's reaction, Wang Junze instead displayed a look of delight, laughing, "That's how it should be. I chopped off your son's hand and killed your men; you should be looking at me with hatred. That's correct!"

"???"

Meng Hailong was truly on the verge of insanity. Who was this lunatic!

They say Demon Cultivators are crazed and perverted, but to this extent, he hadn't seen in years at the Nether Sea.

"Kill, attack together, kill him for me!"

Reaching this point, Meng Hailong naturally understood that Ye Piaoling had no intention of negotiating, clearly targeting him, and thus no need for further talk.

Just kill!

Usually, he had quite a few Death Warriors. Though fewer, they might still have a chance to kill the opponent.

With an order, the Meng family's people immediately swarmed, charging towards Wang Junze.

Throwing lives at him, even if they couldn't kill Wang Junze, at least they could exhaust his True Qi, increasing the odds when he later made his move.

This idea was naturally not wrong. Unfortunately, for Wang Junze, it was utterly meaningless.

Having comprehended Rain Sword Intent, Wang Junze feared not an attack by many!

In the span of a breath, the True Qi within him boiled, suddenly transforming into a rain of swords, enveloping the Meng family members.

Rain Sword Intent!

With one stroke, it howled into rain, then converged into a sword, indiscriminately crushing everything in its path.

He did not exert full strength with this stroke, nor did he need to.

No matter how many Meng family members there were, without adequate strength, they posed no threat to Wang Junze!

Slaughtered with a single stroke!

Dozens came to kill, but in just one exchange, they were wiped out. Such strength was indeed terrifying.

Escape!

Witnessing his subordinates meet their demise, Meng Hailong's eyes brimmed with panic.

Damn it!

Such a terrifying opponent was completely beyond his ability to contend with. At this moment, nothing mattered anymore—neither the people in the mansion, nor even his son, wife, and concubines. Everything could be abandoned; only his own life was crucial!

In an instant, Meng Hailong transformed into a streak of blood-red light, fleeing into the air!

Netherworld Mansion!

Now, only by fleeing to Netherworld Mansion did he have a chance to survive!

After spending so much money over the past two years to establish a relationship with Gudu Feng, wasn't it precisely for times like this?

As long as he reached Netherworld Mansion and alarmed Dugu Feng, he was confident that the other party would be compelled to protect him!

Of course, for this he would need to pay a greater fortune, but... with his life on the line, who cared about these external possessions?

"In front of me, you can't escape!"

A glint of confidence flashed in Wang Junze's eyes. With a single step, he too soared into the air, his sword in his hand shimmering slightly. Suddenly, it transformed into a terrifying sword aura, aimed directly at Meng Hailong's back.

If it were Void Shattering, eager to escape, Wang Junze might not have been able to catch up. But just Heaven-Stepping... how could it be faster than the sword in his hand!

Laozi!

Chess Swordsmanship once again revealed its formidable power. This sword was as swift as lightning!

Meng Hailong hadn't even managed to flee the courtyard when the sword light caught up, striking him fiercely on the back, causing him to plummet from the air!

"Roar!"

A furious roar erupted from his mouth. Despite being slashed down, Meng Hailong was forced into a life-and-death struggle, and terrifying demonic qi surged all around him, transforming into a Demon Dragon roaring in the night sky.

Meng Hailong's ability to establish himself in the Nether Sea was not due to weak strength; it was due to the ancestral cultivation technique he had obtained from the Nether Sea.

At this moment, Meng Hailong appeared extremely fierce, with black scales even appearing on his body!

Half-Demon!

For the sake of cultivating this technique, Meng Hailong had already transformed himself into a Half-Demon. Even in the Nether Sea, such a method of cultivation was a rare evil demon technique. Unless pushed to the brink, even he dared not use it lightly, for fear of being ostracized and rejected by others.

"Ye Piaoling, you forced me to this!"

With a hint of madness in his eyes, Meng Hailong roared sternly, "Give me your life!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Hailong's palm abruptly transformed into a black bone spike, fiercely attacking Wang Junze!

With a Half-Demon body, he needed no weapons; his palm could become a blade.

"Right, now that's interesting."

His eyelids slightly lifted, and Wang Junze's face showed no fear; instead, it revealed a hint of excitement.

If the kill were too easy, it would be boring!

The stronger Meng Hailong was, the more it indicated there was noteworthy loot on him, otherwise, if it was only about seizing some Spirit Stones, it really wasn't that interesting.

The Sword Edge slightly tilted, and Wang Junze did not avoid or dodge, directly facing the attack.

How about a Half-Demon?

Even a Transformed Great Demon, Wang Junze had defeated before. Meng Hailong's strength was truly not significant.

Taking into account the possibility of exposing his identity, Wang Junze dared not fully unleash his Rain Sword Intent. Otherwise, no matter how much Meng Hailong erupted, a single sword could still cleave him.

However, even so, Wang Junze remained fearless.

The layout of sword techniques unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the Demon Dragon into which Meng Hailong transformed.

True Qi and Demonic Qi continually clashed, allowing Wang Junze to become familiar with the opponent's attacks!

Dozens of moves passed, and Meng Hailong's every attack revealed no secrets before Wang Junze.

The essence of Chess Swordsmanship lies in anticipating the enemy's moves.

Now, Wang Junze abandoned the explosive strangulation approach, relying purely on the purest sword dao duel, making it impossible for anyone to discern any origins. Unless truly familiar with Chess Swordsmanship, not even disciples of the Profound Moon Sword Sect facing this battle could identify Wang Junze's identity from the sword techniques.

Both sides fought fast, and in an instant, over ten moves passed.

Wang Junze easily grasped a flaw in Meng Hailong's defense, and a sword pierced straight through his chest!

In that instant, blood splattered, and half of Meng Hailong's body was brutally shattered!

If it were an ordinary cultivator, that single sword would be enough to kill. But because Meng Hailong was a Half-Demon, with an enormously strong life force, he was only severely wounded instead of killed instantly!

Even so, the sword drove Meng Hailong into extreme fear, as if he were enveloped in the shadow of death.

"Stop!"

Almost at the critical life-and-death moment, a violent shout came from outside the Meng Mansion. Hundreds of Netherworld Mansion soldiers hurried over, led by the commander, who sternly yelled to stop the fight!

"Commander Shan, save me!"

Seeing the Netherworld Mansion troops approaching, Meng Hailong's spirit soared, urgently crying for help, "I'm willing to offer half of my family assets, begging Commander Shan to save me!"

With a sidelong glance at the Netherworld Mansion soldiers, Wang Junze still showed no intention of stopping, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

The presence of the Netherworld Mansion was deliberately arranged by him; why would he fear?

"Master Meng, rest in peace!"

His sword rose again, and brilliant sword light suddenly burst forth, engulfing Meng Hailong entirely!

"I said stop!"

With a hint of rage in his eyes, the Netherworld Mansion commander suddenly accelerated, wielding a war saber. He cleaved through the air with a saber aura, attempting to stop Wang Junze from killing.

But it was already too late...

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