CHAPTER 468: CHAPTER 467: HALL MASTER OF THE TYRANT BLOOD HALL _1

"Sister!"

Yao Yingying saw a beautiful woman in a black dress and was suddenly overjoyed, running over to hug her.

"Yingying, why are you here?"

The woman was also surprised and overjoyed, clearly not expecting Yao Yingying to find this place.

"This Brother Wuchen brought me here. He is also a disciple of the Holy Church, a disciple of Lord Heijianke."

Having said that, Yao Yingying quickly pointed to Ling Chen.

"Brother Wuchen, thank you for saving my life."

The woman in the black dress also bowed to Ling Chen, her face full of gratitude.

Ling Chen glanced at the woman’s face, also somewhat surprised. He knew her. He had once saved a woman from the hands of Longyang and Yun Tianhe during his visit to the Tienzong Ruins. If he was not mistaken, it was her.

"For a mere Fourth Stage Grandmaster to dare to come here. If discovered, it’s likely that not a single one of us will survive."

Yao Fang sized up Ling Chen and realized that his cultivation was only at the Fourth Stage Grandmaster level, even weaker than hers.

"Our Brother Wuchen is quite formidable. He killed Han Tong, the Hall Master of the Blood Refining Sect, and used the key taken from him to get us in here," Yao Yingying said.

"What, he killed Han Tong?"

Inside the prison, all the Demonic Path Disciples were shocked. Han Tong was a Seventh-Level Grandmaster. Many of them had been captured by him, and now he had been killed by Ling Chen. Who is this guy?

"I only took advantage of his unpreparedness and ambushed him to take his life," Ling Chen said casually.

"So, it was a sneak attack. I was wondering how you, a nobody, could kill someone of Han Tong’s caliber."

The speaker was another purple-robed youth named Zuo Yun, one of the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demonic Sect. His cultivation was around the Grandmaster Fifth Realm.

Seeing Ling Chen’s mysterious demeanor, his aloof act, and Yao Yingying’s praise for him, Zuo Yun felt a surge of jealousy.

Yao Fang, however, didn’t think much of it. Knowing who Han Tong was, she believed that without enough strength, even a sneak attack wouldn’t succeed. This Dustless is a significant figure, definitely not the nobody Zuo Yun claimed him to be.

"Let’s leave this place first."

Ling Chen naturally didn’t care about such people. He released this group mainly to gather some intelligence from them; he didn’t expect them to be of much use.

"Let’s go!"

Yao Fang also nodded, and the other Demon Way Experts also started to move. They had been imprisoned for a long time, and their Essence Blood had been continuously extracted by the Blood Refining Sect. Many of them felt dizzy and couldn’t even stand steadily when they tried to get up.

Just as they were about to leave, footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the secret room.

"Hall Master Han Tong has been killed! Quickly, check if these prisoners have escaped!"

"We absolutely cannot let them escape! Otherwise, we’re doomed! The Sect Leader will definitely punish us!"

The footsteps drew nearer. They were clearly Refining Blood Sect disciples who, having heard the commotion in the dungeon, had rushed over.

The moment Ling Chen’s group stepped out of the prison cell, they came face-to-face with these newcomers.

Leading the group of Refining Blood Sect disciples was a Hook-Nosed Elder. His aura indicated he was also a Seventh-Level Grandmaster, and his cultivation seemed even more profound than Han Tong’s.

"It’s the Hall Master of the Tyrant Blood Hall!"

A Demonic Path Disciple cried out in alarm.

"Hmph, a bunch of rats daring to kill Hall Master Han. Today will be the anniversary of your deaths!"

The Tyrant Blood Hall Master glanced at Yao Fang and Zuo Yun, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Oh no! This Tyrant Blood Hall Master’s strength is even greater than Han Tong’s. We’re no match for him!"

Yao Yingying’s sister, the woman in the black dress, cried out.

"Damn it!"

Zuo Yun glared fiercely at Ling Chen. "You bastard! You didn’t come to save us; you came to get us killed! Now that you’ve drawn the Tyrant Blood Hall Master here, we’ll die even faster!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the way the other Demonic Path Disciples looked at Ling Chen changed in an instant.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Yao Yingying shoved Zuo Yun and then rebuked sharply, "With Brother Wuchen here, what are you worried about? He kindly saved you, how can you speak to him like that?"

"He only killed Han Tong with a sneak attack. Do you really think he’s that strong?"

A sarcastic expression appeared on Zuo Yun’s face. "There’s no chance for a sneak attack now. He’s just a Fourth Stage Grandmaster. What can he possibly do? He probably can’t even withstand a single blow from the enemy."

"Enough, cut the nonsense,"

Yao Fang, who had been silent, finally spoke, his expression very grave. "Right now, we’re all in the same boat; we sink or swim together. We need to think about how to join forces to fight the enemy, not waste time arguing pointlessly here."

"Elder Brother Yao, do you have a plan?"

The woman in the black dress asked.

"I have a combined-attack Array Formation here. It should give us a slim chance of victory."

Yao Fang’s expression was extremely solemn. At this point, only by pooling everyone’s strength is there any possibility of holding off this Tyrant Blood Hall Master. Otherwise, death is the only outcome for any of us.

WHOOSH!

His words had barely faded when the sound of rushing air suddenly echoed. A figure shot past everyone, streaking out of the secret room.

It was Ling Chen.

"That idiot! He just rushed out alone! He doesn’t listen to instructions, he’s blindly arrogant! He’s going to get us all killed!"

Seeing this, Zuo Yun’s expression turned grim. He was already deeply dissatisfied with Ling Chen. Now, seeing Ling Chen act alone, so arrogant and ignorant, he cursed loudly.

"Let’s go! Our only option is to fight to the death!"

Yao Fang drew the Iron Spear slung across his back and charged out.

The others, including Yao Yingying and her sister, mostly followed.

That fool. I’ll just watch how you die.

Zuo Yun’s eyes glinted, and he too darted out of the secret room.

「Outside the secret room.」

"Kid, you dared to break into the dungeon alone? Was Han Tong killed by you?"

This Tyrant Blood Hall Master, named Meng Gongwei, had a dark complexion and stared intently at Ling Chen.

"That’s right. If you don’t want to become a headless corpse, it’s not too late to flee."

Ling Chen said nonchalantly.

"Hah! Absurd!"

The Tyrant Blood Hall Master sneered, a mocking look in his eyes. "Han Tong’s fatal wound was inflicted from behind. His expression, even at the moment of death, was one of utter disbelief. This clearly indicates he was killed by a sneak attack, not defeated in a fair fight."

Oh no, he’s seen through it!

Yao Yingying’s pretty face changed slightly. She had thought Ling Chen was trying to bluff, to scare their opponent away. She hadn’t expected the man to see through the ruse with just a glance. This is big trouble.

Yet, when she stole a glance at Ling Chen, he remained as calm and composed as ever. There was no trace of worry on his face, much less fear.