CHAPTER 627: CHAPTER 0545: COME OUT TO ME

Beside him, Wan Molai was terrified to the extreme, unable to withstand the fear of death any longer, and turned to flee.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was indifferent. In one hand, he still held the blood-soaked arm of Blood Slaughter, while his other hand lightly extended, unleashing a burst of suction force.

Wan Molai’s rapidly retreating figure suddenly froze, pulled backward by an immense invisible force, falling into the control of a single hand.

"I only said you’d be the last to die; I never said you could run!"

An indifferent voice echoed as Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, causing Wan Molai’s body to spin wildly in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Pwah!"

He spewed blood, his entire being weak and dispirited, with only a breath of life remaining.

Ye Qingfeng tossed his other hand, and Blood Slaughter’s right arm landed in front of Wan Moting, causing his pupils to tremble violently, indescribably.

Only to hear Ye Qingfeng coldly say, "She hurt you with this hand; I tore it off for you, but as for her life, I can let you end it!"

After speaking, he leaned against the wall beside him and said calmly, "For the woman you truly love, treat her like a goddess, like a treasure, hold her in the palm of your hand."

Ye Qingfeng turned his head to look at the pale-faced and terrified Blood Slaughter, his eyes cold.

"But for someone as fickle as you, who can abandon love for power, and even strike at a former lover, in my eyes, you’re no longer a woman, just distinguishable from a beast. Killing you would soil my hands!"

Blood Slaughter was both ashamed and fearful; in the unparalleled presence of the Old Ancestor, she indeed had been the first to falter.

It wasn’t that the Old Ancestor had actively chosen her as a stove tripod, but she had seduced him, and together with her potential, she eventually became the Divine Punishment Leader.

Wan Moting’s heart struggled, looking at the once-familiar, now utterly unfamiliar, beautiful face of Blood Slaughter; he didn’t know what decision to make.

He knew Ye Qingfeng wanted him to do it himself to completely sever past emotions, but achieving that was harder than ascending to heaven.

"Xiao Qian, why!"

Wan Moting clutched his face, his expression pained.

"Why did you have to go this far, why become the Divine Punishment Leader? I said, one day I would bring you out from there, why didn’t you wait for me?"

His eyes filled with tears, for a man only cries when deeply wounded.

Childhood sweethearts with Xiao Qian, now she’d become like this. Who could he share his heartache with?

Although Blood Slaughter had an arm torn off by Ye Qingfeng, she had long sealed her acupoints to stop the blood flow. Enduring intense pain, she sneered, "Wan Moting, you’re not even a man. Being with you in the past was my lack of vision."

"In this world, many things people chase after—money, power, beauty—and what I pursue is supreme power!"

"You don’t even have the ability to protect me, so why should I faithfully wait for you? The Old Ancestor’s power is unparalleled; he’s the powerful force I admire. Following him, I’m very satisfied, and compared to him, you’re nothing but absolute trash!"

"I’ll tell you, even if you hadn’t left Divine Punishment, I would have eventually asked to become the Old Ancestor’s stove tripod and his woman!"

"What I want is such world-dominating power; only such a person is qualified to possess my body, and you don’t even deserve to serve him!"

Blood Slaughter became increasingly frenzied as she spoke, leaving Wan Moting dumbfounded, hard to believe these words came from the woman he deeply loved.

He never imagined that in her eyes, he was so worthless?

"Have you seen clearly?" Ye Qingfeng stood up then and said to the despondent Wan Moting, "What you love is nothing more than a fickle beast. Even if she hadn’t become the Blood Demon Ancestor’s plaything, she would have set her sights on someone stronger, becoming another’s plaything."

"Feeling sad for such a woman, hmph, as my roommate, don’t let me look down on you!"

Ignoring the stunned Wan Moting, Ye Qingfeng turned and stared straight at Blood Slaughter.

"You think your Divine Punishment’s Old Ancestor is strong, huh? You think he’s the invincible power you admire?"

Ye Qingfeng laughed mockingly, extending his thumb and then flipping his palm to point his thumb down toward the ground.

"Today, I’m going to tear apart what you think is your greatest reliance right in front of you, to show you what true power is!"

He stamped his foot down, a loud shout resonating across the universe.

"Blood Demon Ancestor, come out for me!"

Ye Qingfeng’s shout roared like a furious dragon, scattering clouds across the sky, and the sound waves suddenly spread, shattering the glass of the entire factory.

The entire earth trembled, luckily there were no residents nearby, and it was deep into the night; otherwise, people would have thought an earthquake was happening and would scream and flee.

His voice fell, never ceasing, and above Blood Slaughter’s head, a blood shadow grew larger, continuously writhing and expanding until it completely shrouded Blood Slaughter, forming a blood cloud.

"Old Ancestor?"

Blood Slaughter’s face lit up with joy, while Wan Moting, seeing this, felt a deep melancholy in his heart.

Blood Slaughter had always been cold to him, but now, she wore a completely different expression.

Ye Qingfeng stood in front of Wan Moting, gazing indifferently at the blood cloud.

"I never thought Huaxia would produce an interesting junior like you, who can even sense my hidden presence!"

The blood cloud writhed intensely, with a voice emerging from it, shockingly youthful.

A tall figure emerged, shattering the entire blood cloud. The arrival was eerily handsome, with a blood mark at the center of his brow, appearing like a woman and only slightly less refined than the distinguished Ye Qingfeng.

He appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a blue robe, hands behind his back, standing in mid-air.

"Old Ancestor, you’ve finally come, I missed you so much!"

Blood Slaughter’s voice turned sweet, with a hint of coquettishness, her actions even more nauseating, especially now with a missing arm, it seemed even more bizarre and terrifying.

Wan Moting’s chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, his heart turning to ashes, with no further desires.

The young man in the sky glanced at Blood Slaughter, showing a hint of disgust deep in his eyes.

"You’re already a useless person, of no further value to me!"

The indifferent words descended, freezing Blood Slaughter’s expression in disbelief.

She knew how to please the Blood Demon Ancestor in bed, deeply cherished by him; she thought she held a high place in his heart yet never expected him to utter such ruthless words.

The Blood Demon Ancestor didn’t even glance at her, only fixedly staring at Ye Qingfeng, eyes filled with a touch of curiosity.

"You are the Blood Demon Ancestor?"

Ye Qingfeng’s expression turned strange as he asked.

"That’s right, I am indeed the Blood Demon Ancestor!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor replied proudly, as if he were the Emperor of Nine Heavens, supreme and lofty.

Little did he know, Ye Qingfeng’s next words would send him into a furious rage.

"You’ve been alive for over a hundred years, yet you take on this youthful appearance to look innocent. Don’t you find it shameful?"

Ye Qingfeng’s tone was teasing, and he lightly shook his head.