164: The Demon Race is Coming

Just then, an aged figure appeared behind Ling Tian City like a ghost, catching him with lightning speed.

"Are you the Old Sect Master of the Cangyun Immortal Sect, Ling Yujie?"

Yang Lingchen asked, his gaze like a torch, staring intently at the old man in blue Daoist robes who had just appeared.

"Indeed. Young man, you must be Yang Lingchen!"

Ling Yujie had been in secluded cultivation for years and was devoted to his practice, so he did not know Yang Lingchen personally, having only heard some rumors about him.

"Father, he is Yang Lingchen."

Beside him, Ling Tian City's Face was deathly pale, and another mouthful of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Move aside, or die?"

Yang Lingchen's voice was exceptionally cold, like a biting winter wind blowing past, making one feel incomparable chill and fear, as if their Soul were about to be frozen by this coldness.

"Brat, you are young, but your tone is quite arrogant. Today, I shall test you to see if the rumors are true or false."

As soon as Ling Yujie finished speaking, he swung the battle sword in his hand without hesitation, and a powerful, invisible wave of Qi instantly swept towards Yang Lingchen like a wild beast.

"Out of respect for you being a Senior, I will not take your life with the first strike."

Yang Lingchen's figure flashed suddenly, fast as lightning, and his right hand swiftly unleashed a Domain Breaking Fist. Instantly, an invisible, fierce Fist Aura slammed into Ling Yujie's chest with the force of an overturning mountain and draining sea.

"Bang...!"

"Pfft...!"

Ling Yujie's body flew backward directly, a mouthful of blood spraying out. His Face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color. Clearly, this strike from Yang Lingchen had caused him severe internal injuries, and his organs had been greatly shaken.

At this moment, countless Cangyun Immortal Sect Disciples fell into extreme panic.

Although many had heard of Yang Lingchen's reputation, no one had expected his Combat Power to be so terrifying. Even the Old Sect Master could not withstand a single strike from Yang Lingchen; this was truly beyond their imagination.

"Considering your age, I will give you two choices: submit, or die."

Yang Lingchen's handsome Face revealed boundless indifference and bone-chilling Killing Intent.

"This old man chooses to submit."

Ling Yujie pondered for a moment, then helplessly bowed his head, choosing to submit. In the Face of absolute strength, he had no choice but to lower his arrogant head.

"Ling Tian City, what about you?"

Yang Lingchen's voice was like a messenger from Hell, eerie and terrifying, making one tremble with fear, their very Soul shaking.

"I also choose to submit."

Ling Tian City looked coldly at Yang Lingchen. Although there was unwillingness in his eyes, he ultimately chose to submit. The situation was stronger than the person; he had to consider his own life.

"You seem quite unconvinced! Then there is no need to keep you."

Yang Lingchen swept his sharp gaze over him, his right hand instantly slapping out a violent wave of Qi.

"Pfft..."

This violent wave of Qi, carrying the force of destruction, slammed directly into Ling Tian City's chest, instantly stripping him of his Combat Power and causing him to collapse to the ground like a pile of mud.

Yang Lingchen walked slowly towards Ling Tian City. Every step felt like the approach of the Grim Reaper, causing immense fear, as if his life would be reaped in the next moment.

"Yang Lingchen, don't kill my big brother."

Just as Yang Lingchen was about to end Ling Tian City's life, a familiar voice rang out.

"You are... the Disciple of the Cloud Medical Saint, Ling Tianjun."

Yang Lingchen pondered for a moment and finally remembered; it turned out the other person was the Cloud Medical Saint's Disciple, the young man who had made a bet with him back at the Immortal Sword Sect.

"Yes, it is me," Ling Tianjun said hurriedly, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Ling Tian City is your big brother?" Yang Lingchen asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Yes, Yang Lingchen, can you spare my big brother?" Ling Tianjun's tone was full of pleading, his posture extremely humble.

"Are we very familiar?"

Yang Lingchen gave a cold smile, a smile that made one shudder, and continued, "However, for the sake of your Revered Master, I can spare Ling Tian City's dog life."

"Thank you." Ling Tianjun no longer had his original arrogance; at this moment, he was humble and grateful.

"However, while the death penalty can be avoided, the living punishment is unavoidable. Eat this!"

After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he threw out two soul devouring pills without hesitation, giving them to Ling Yujie and Ling Tian City respectively.

Ling Yujie and Ling Tian City hesitated for a moment, but under the gaze of Yang Lingchen's cold eyes, they ultimately swallowed them.

Subsequently, Yang Lingchen used the same method, planting an indelible Soul imprint deep within the Souls of Ling Yujie and Ling Tian City.

"From today on, keep an eye on the movements of the Demon Race at all times. Once discovered, send me a Sound Transmission immediately." After saying this, Yang Lingchen handed over a few of his own sound transmission talismans.

"Yes, Revered Master."

At this moment, Ling Yujie and Ling Tian City were completely controlled by Yang Lingchen and could no longer harbor any thoughts of rebellion.

As for why Yang Lingchen suddenly decided not to kill Ling Tian City, it was mainly because he felt it was a pity to just kill him like that.

After all, the strength of Ling Yujie and Ling Tian City was not bad. Instead of killing them, it was better to keep them to fight against the Demon Race, adding to the strength to resist them.

Having resolved the matter with the Cangyun Immortal Sect, Yang Lingchen once again began a bloody journey of slaughter; everyone who had a grudge against him could not escape his sanction.

Under Yang Lingchen's slaughter, most of the forces in the entire Central Domain Divine Land that had grudges against him chose to submit humbly.

Even the Blood Demon Sect was slaughtered clean by him, leaving no one behind.

Thus, Yang Lingchen's prestige reached its zenith, completely shocking the entire continent, and he also became a spiritual idol for countless teenagers.

Some of Yang Lingchen's deeds were slowly unearthed by people and widely spread throughout the world.

For this reason, countless young Geniuses, both male and female, harboring dreams and longing, chose to head to the Southern Wilderness, then join the Immortal Sword Sect, following in the footsteps of their idol, yearning for the day they could become world-famous just like him.

Western Demonic Region.

"Lord Demon Emperor, now that the Teleportation Array to the Central Domain Divine Land has been opened, when can we attack the Central Domain?"

A burly Demon Race man with bulging muscles and a bare upper body said respectfully.

"Hehehe..."

"Very good, Demon Cloud, Demon Heaven," the Demon Emperor said loudly, his voice filled with majesty and dominance.

"Subordinate is here."

"I command you two to lead a million Demon Race elites as the vanguard and immediately march into the Central Domain Divine Land."

The Demon Emperor's eyes revealed a cold Killing Intent, as if he wanted to devour the entire Central Domain Divine Land.

"Yes, Lord Demon Emperor."

On the Faces of Demon Cloud and Demon Heaven, bloodthirsty expressions appeared, as if they had already seen the scene of the Central Domain Divine Land flowing with rivers of blood.

"Hehehe..., the era belonging to our Demon Race is coming."

The Demon Emperor let out a terrifying, strange laugh, which echoed throughout the Western Demonic Region, making one's hair stand on end.

After a round of slaughter, Yang Lingchen returned to the Southern Wilderness.

Yang Lingchen was quite satisfied with this revenge mission. During this period, he had subdued many Saint Realm ninth layer powerhouses, and even powerhouses like Ling Yujie and Chen Xiaoyun, who had just entered the Half-step God Realm.

Now that the Demon Race was approaching, Yang Lingchen placed great importance on the security of the Southern Wilderness, as it was his base camp.

The Tianwu Chamber of Commerce was now completely controlled by Yang Lingchen.

With the financial support of the Tianwu Chamber of Commerce, Yang Lingchen recruited a large number of Loose Cultivator Saints, having them garrison the perimeter of the Southern Wilderness so that if they discovered a Demon Race invasion, they could immediately notify him via Sound Transmission.

At the same time, Yang Lingchen was still thinking about one person: Yao Lingyu. However, in the current situation, it was hard for him to leave.

After spending a few days with his family and children, the news of the Demon Race invading the Central Domain finally reached Yang Lingchen's ears.

The bloodthirst and cruelty of the Demon Race caused countless cities to suffer catastrophic disasters.

The Demon Race was like a swarm of locusts; everywhere they went, they left devastation, and countless people were left broken, homeless, and displaced.

The strength of the Demon Race was even more terrifying than imagined; countless Sects were wiped out, and the entire Central Domain Divine Land was plunged into deep misery.

As soon as the Demon Race invaded, Yang Lingchen sent a Sound Transmission to his maternal grandfather, Su Lie, asking him to bring the Heavenly Emperor Palace Disciples to the Southern Wilderness with all haste.

Upon receiving Yang Lingchen's Sound Transmission, Su Lie also organized his Disciples to migrate to the Southern Wilderness immediately.

Su Lie had great faith in his grandson's strength.

After all, even Ling Yujie and Chen Xiaoyun, who had strength comparable to his own, were no match for his grandson.