Everyone's face turned pale when they saw the red sedan chair, and no one in the Jianghu didn't know that the red sedan chair with a white maid was the symbol of Palace Master Leng Ye of the Hundred Flowers Palace!

  The leader, Wang Da Xia, seeing the frightened look of the crowd, couldn't help but speak up: "It's just a minor villain impersonating the great devil of the demonic sect! I, Wang Mou, have been 'mixing' in the Jianghu for many years, and although I've heard of the great devil's reputation, I've never seen him with my own eyes! The so-called 'taking someone's head from a thousand miles away' is just these demonic sect people exaggerating!" As he spoke, the long knife in his hand was about to stab the young woman lying on the ground, thinking that only by seeing blood would these people be able to put their minds at ease!

  "How dare you! You actually dare to be disrespectful to the Master!" A beautiful young woman who had already been injured on the ground suddenly gained strength from somewhere, jumped up fiercely, and pointed her long sword at Wang Da Xia, "Today I will take your dog's life!"

  Wang Da Xia was shocked, and quickly dodged to the side. Seeing the sword's momentum, he couldn't help but curse: "You think you're some kind of hero? You're just a weak little girl! Do you really think you can exchange blows with me?" He said these words only to provoke his opponent, for although the demonic woman's martial arts were not particularly impressive, her use of poison was formidable and left one defenseless.

  The red sedan slowly descended, pressing on the dry yellow maple leaves without making any sound, as if it were floating in the air.

  Four beautiful 'women' all had expressionless faces, looking even more powerful than the four martial artists who came out earlier.

  "Looking for death!" The woman was enraged, unable to hold back her burning anger, and began to exchange blows with Wang Da Xia, sending dust flying everywhere.

  "Your grandfather sees that the great devil of your demonic sect is nothing but a turtle with its head shrunk in! When someone from his own sect gets hurt, he doesn't even show his face! It's clear that either he can't bear to be seen or he simply doesn't exist!" Wang Da Xia blocked the young woman's incoming long sword and let out a cold hum. Seeing that the red sedan chair didn't make any sound, as if there was no one inside, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, yet he had to maintain his composure.

  "Oh?" A clear and melodious voice suddenly came from inside the sedan chair, although it was only a brief sound, it was very pleasant to hear.

  Wang Da Xia suddenly froze in his actions, and this brief moment of hesitation gave the young woman an opportunity to take advantage of. The sword in her hand became even more ferocious, and every move was aimed straight at his vitals!

  "Knock knock." A short and faint sound came from inside the sedan chair. The white-robed young woman standing at the entrance of the sedan chair immediately shouted: "Halt!"

  A long sword emitting a cold aura was pressed against Wang Da Xia's nose, and a drop of sweat slid down his cheek, wetting his clothes.

  The distant carriage stopped in its tracks, everyone's nerves were stretched taut as they stared at the chaotic fight ahead. The guards who had accompanied them surrounded the carriage, their duty was to protect the people inside, if those inside got hurt, it would be no different from being dead even if they returned alive.

  Nanjiu maintained the motion of lifting the curtain without moving, her deep eyes gazing deeply into the distance, her eyebrows furrowed.

  Although the imperial court and the Jianghu have not had any conflicts or disputes over the years, it does not mean that the imperial court really tolerates the existence of such a force among the people, which can move around outside the jurisdiction of the imperial power. Wei Zhi has always wanted to wipe out these so-called martial artists in one fell swoop and make the world belong to the royal family.

  If it weren't for Nan Qi and Leng Ye being colleagues and sharing a wife, their relationship wouldn't be that good either.

  In the summer, Meng's gaze was indifferent as he looked at the red sedan chair that everyone was staring at. The white-robed maid at the door slightly bowed her head and asked in a low voice, "Master?" Her tone was full of humility and modesty.

  A slender white right hand with a 'jade' luster grasped the door of the sedan, without fingernails it looked even cleaner, just one hand made people feel amazed, this was a hand that had been pampered by heaven.

  Next to it, the 'servant' girl slowly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing the person inside.

  A man with a half-mask sat in the bright red sedan chair, his exposed right face was stunningly handsome, a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes were unusually dark blue instead of black, and his lips were painted with vermilion. The silver-white mask on his left face made him look exceptionally seductive, especially when he wore a magnificent crimson robe that blended with the sedan chair, making the man look extremely evil.

  "Master!" Eight young women all quickly bowed their heads and knelt down in worship, their postures full of submissiveness.

  Everyone else was stunned, seeing such a seductive and beautiful man made people feel inexplicably chilled to the bone! His body seemed to carry a magical power that could set people ablaze!

  "Is the host of this place really non-existent?" Leng Ye saw the stunned expressions of the crowd, and slightly raised an eyebrow. The dark blue eyes seemed to have a power that could suck people in. "What do you see now?" He was originally indifferent to others' thoughts. He didn't show his face because everyone who had seen him before was dead! But today, hearing such insignificant people being so arrogant, it really made him feel displeased no matter how he looked at it! When did Leng Ye ever get evaluated by such a person?

  Wang Daxia's legs went soft the moment he met Leng Ye's gaze, but he forced himself to point his sword in that direction and raised his voice: "But you're just a little kid who doesn't even dare show your face! How do I know if you're really the Demon Cult Master? Maybe you're just some fake from the Hundred Flowers Palace!"

  Although it's an absurd rumor, others seem to agree with it. After all, Leng Ye has a notorious reputation outside, and who knows if someone might have fled in fear of his name?

  Subconsciously, they just didn't want to believe that with their bad luck, they would run into a ruthless killer.

  Leng Ye merely smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth as he gazed at them, his pale hand gently stroking the hem of his robe. His tone was nonchalant: "What right do you have to comment on our sect leader's appearance? You're really looking for death!" His face remained calm, as if saying such bloodthirsty words wasn't like him at all. "Should our sect leader give you a quick and easy death, or make you suffer to the point of begging for life but unable to live, and begging for death but unable to die?"

  The young woman kneeling at the entrance of the sedan chair slightly raised her face upon hearing this, gazing directly at the white boots exposed inside the sedan chair. Her tone was full of respect: "Master, these petty thieves dare to utter such arrogant words. Why not let them suffer the pain of having their tongues pulled out? And also render their hands and feet useless, so they won't even be able to take lives!"

  Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, this was said very lightly. If they were to have their tendons cut and their tongues pulled out, unable to practice martial arts or speak, what kind of life would that be? It's truly the most venomous 'woman's heart'!

  Wang Da Xia was even more enraged, pointing at the young woman and scolding loudly: "Poisonous woman! You actually have such intentions! Today, I will take your life!" Completely disregarding the presence of others around him, he directly raised his sword and charged towards the young woman. In his eyes, the young woman kneeling on the ground had no chance to resist, she was just waiting for death!

  The little girl seemed not to have seen the sword momentum rushing towards her, and she just lay obediently on the ground, without even turning her head.

  "Ah!" The fallen wild goose outside the carriage couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim in surprise.