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Chapter 704 - 705: Returning to the Outside World

Chapter 704: Chapter 705: Returning to the Outside World

Ye Wudao, shouldering the golden dragon coffin, walked on the Bridge of Life and Death.

Boom!

A powerful Demonic Qi erupted from the bridge, fiercely suppressing Ye Wudao, attempting to annihilate him!

Bang!

Ye Wudao’s legs bent as if a Mount Tai was pressing down on him, the pain reaching its extreme!

"Just a bridge, and it thinks it can stop me!" Ye Wudao’s eyes were ice cold as he bore the power of the Bridge of Life and Death, striding with large steps.

One step!

Two steps!

Ten steps!

A hundred steps!

Eight hundred steps!

Nine hundred steps!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps!

Ye Wudao’s body was soaked in cold sweat; he had seen the end, only the final step remained.

His eyes filled with a hellish fury of slaughter, he took the last step.

A thousand steps!

After leaving the Bridge of Life and Death, Ye Wudao arrived at Wanzang Mountain, immediately feeling a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted!

At that moment, he spotted several hurried figures appearing within Wanzang Mountain!

"Run!"

"Better to die on the ’Bridge of Life and Death’ than fall into the hands of Fei Jiang and Lin Li!"

Ye Wudao focused his gaze and saw that the figures fleeing ahead were none other than Shi Lingling and her two companions.

Looking behind Shi Lingling, dozens of demonic sect disciples chased after them with sordid expressions, led by two figures, swift in speed, namely Fei Jiang and Lin Li, one of the nine Saint Heirs of the demonic sect!

"You Shi family, harboring Ye Wudao into Wanzang Mountain, you deserve death!" Lin Li shouted angrily.

"Hehe, don’t run! Just obediently become my nourishment!" Fei Jiang sneered viciously.

"Thump!" Shi Lingling fell to the ground, tripping over a stone while fleeing, crashing hard onto the ground.

"Lingling!" Shi Tie and Shi Fei turned their heads and saw Shi Lingling fall, their faces filled with shock.

"Run, don’t worry about me!" Shi Lingling yelled out.

"No way!" Shi Tie flatly refused.

"We three will live and die together, we can’t abandon you!" Shi Fei, who had been training on Wanzang Mountain for some time, had also experienced many trials and had broken through to the seventh rank of Battle Emperor.

"Hehe, you three don’t think about running, go to die!" Fei Jiang, with a sinister smile on his face, used his extreme speed to instantly appear before Shi Lingling, swinging his claw.

No, don’t!

Shi Lingling’s face showed despair.

Bang!

A muffled sound suddenly rang out.

"Am I dead?" Shi Lingling turned her head, slowly opened her eyes, and witnessed an unbelievable scene.

She saw a familiar figure standing in front of her, still shouldering the immensely heavy golden dragon coffin, his silhouette dazzling and commanding, with a presence as fierce as the blazing sun.

"Big Brother Ye!" Shi Lingling’s mouth gaped open, subconsciously covering it with her hand.

"Captain!"

"It’s the captain!" Shi Tie and Shi Fei, upon seeing Ye Wudao appear, felt as if struck by lightning, disbelieving.

"I’ve returned," Ye Wudao spoke.

"Just knew the captain wasn’t dead, the blessed have their own divine protection!"

"Haha, this is perfect!" Shi Lingling and her two companions were so excited, tears streamed down their faces.

The flying zombie’s eyes shone with surprise, "Tsk tsk, you little beast, I didn’t expect you to actually be able to return from the Bridge of Life and Death. You’ve got quite the luck!"

"Ye, you should’ve stayed on that Bridge of Life and Death. Do you really dare to come out? Not afraid of dying, are you?" Lin Li mocked, and all Demon Sect disciples showed a sneering expression.

With the dragon coffin on his shoulder, Ye Wudao’s dark pupils emitted an ultimate killing intent, "I’ve come back, specifically to seek revenge on the Demon Sect!"

"Haha, you alone dare to seek revenge against the Demon Sect?"

"Truly courting death!" Demon Sect disciples jeered.

Lin Li’s gaze turned toward the coffin on Ye Wudao’s shoulder and asked, "Is this coffin prepared for yourself? It saves us the trouble then."

"Eh, Lord Saint Son Lin, it seems like there’s someone inside this coffin!" A sharp-eyed Demon Sect disciple exclaimed.

What?

Someone inside!

Lin Li was startled, his eyes fixed on the dragon-patterned coffin, and his pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with a look of terror, "Hiss, that, that’s the legendary Northern King—Ye Lingtian!"

What?

Northern King Ye Lingtian!

All Demon Sect disciples retreated a hundred steps in unison, stricken with utter fear!

Seven years ago, Northern King Ye Lingtian’s name shook the world, and the Demon Sect feared him like a tiger!

Lin Li’s eyes too were tense; seven years ago he was not yet a Saint Heir but merely a True Disciple of the Demon Sect, having witnessed Ye Lingtian’s strength firsthand, battling alone against all the sect’s powerhouses, defeating all eight Demon Lords and four Protectors!

Ye Lingtian’s invincible strength was deeply engraved in Lin Li’s mind.

Lin Li’s mentor, a Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect, had met his end at Ye Lingtian’s hands, giving Lin Li a chilling fear at the mere mention of the three words ’Ye Lingtian.’

"Saint Son Lin, relax. If Ye Lingtian were alive, he wouldn’t be lying in that coffin!" one of the Demon Sect disciples spoke up.

"Oh yes, right, just a dead man, nothing to be afraid of!" Lin Li breathed a sigh of relief, once again regaining his previous arrogant demeanor.

In contrast, Ye Wudao’s eyes were filled with mockery.

Even in death, his father lying in the coffin was enough to terrify these petty people!

If his father were alive, who in the world would dare not fear?

"You brat, that’s a nice coffin you have there. Let old man borrow it for a while!" The flying zombie fixated on the golden dragon-patterned coffin on Ye Wudao’s shoulder, his eyes greedy to the extreme. This item must have been crafted from the most superior heavenly materials and earthly treasures, promising twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

"Brother Flying Zombie, don’t kill this waste Kunlun Saint Son. We need to capture him alive!" Lin Li spoke, apparently in cahoots with the flying zombie, treating each other as brothers.

"Don’t worry, I know what I am doing!" The flying zombie sneered coldly, and his claw swung fiercely, carrying a cry like that of ghosts and howls of wolves.

"Thousand Zombie Claw!"

"Captain, be careful!" Shi Lingling and her two companions yelled, their hearts filled with extreme anxiety.

With the dragon-patterned coffin on his shoulder, Ye Wudao remained calm.

"Why isn’t this kid reacting?"

"Could it be he’s run away in fright?"

"Certainly, the flying zombie is a third-rank pseudo-saint!" Many Demon Sect disciples sneered.

In the split second of delay, as the flying zombie’s sharp claw was about to land on Ye Wudao, Ye Wudao finally made his move.

Ye Wudao simply swung a punch, a seemingly casual fist yet it was imbued with an earth-shattering terrifying force.

Bang!

Fist and claw collided, releasing a frighteningly loud boom.

"Woo-ow!" The flying zombie howled miserably as his claw instantly shattered, and the terrifying force carried by Ye Wudao’s fist hit him like a bombshell, directly exploding him. The process was as swift and decisive as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Boom!

The flying zombie’s body exploded into a mist of blood, the foul-smelling blood splattered onto the faces of all the Demon Sect disciples. A second before they were smiling, the next second, their faces betrayed the utmost expression of fear.

The whole place fell deathly silent!