898: C898 They Were Thrown into Chaos

C898 They Were Thrown into Chaos

"We are wolves!"2

"For our own justice!"

"The evil sect will win!"

...

Ye Ziheng looked at the crazy shouts of the evil sect disciples, but a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Why did he feel like this was the site of some large-scale marketing organization's activity?

Although what that Seventh-grade Stage Heretic Warrior said made some sense, it was obvious that Ye Ziheng and the others were the people they were talking about, the bodies of wolves, and the people who thought for sheep.

Ye Ziheng did not want to hear them talk about things like faith. Otherwise, he was really afraid that some of his disciples with weak willpower would be taken away.

So Ye Ziheng picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the switch.

"Do it."

Ye Ziheng said lightly, and then the sound of a few sharp arrows piercing through the sky could be heard.

"Swoosh ~ Swoosh ~"

In an instant, nearly a hundred Heretic Warrior suddenly fell down. Blood began to flow out, and the entire gathering place fell into a strange silence.

"Kill!"

At this time, an angry howl rang out. Those outer sect disciples ran out from their hiding places and attacked the evil sect's martial artists.

Most of the Heretic Warrior had yet to recover from the attack of the arrows. The sect disciples chopped off the heads of Heretic Warrior one by one. Fresh blood! Only then did they realize what had happened. They hurriedly picked up the Magical Treasure and began to fight back.

When Ye Ziheng saw this, he was not in a hurry to call his hundred disciples to charge out as well. Instead, he gestured to them with his hand, indicating that they should be patient. After which, he walked out alone.

Ye Ziheng stood behind those Heretic Warrior. Because it was late at night and the battle was chaotic, no one noticed Ye Ziheng who had mixed in.

Therefore, Ye Ziheng revealed a faint smile and unleashed the Supreme Martial Technique behind them.

"Ten Thousand Swords - Kill!"

Ye Ziheng roared furiously. Hundreds of Longswords suddenly appeared around him, but in less than a second, they all left Ye Ziheng and stabbed towards Heretic Warrior's back.

"Puchi ~ Puchi ~ Puchi ~"

One Longsword after another pierced through the bodies of those Heretic Warrior. Some lucky ones could even kill two people with one sword attack.

After this round, Ye Ziheng had probably killed at least a hundred people.

When Heretic Warrior, who was defending against the attacks from the outer perimeter, found out that his friends were suddenly assassinated and there was a Longsword stuck in their backs, he was startled and turned his head to look behind him.

At this time, Ye Ziheng had already called the 100 warriors and was charging towards them.

These Heretic Warrior were clearly some rookies who had not fought in actual combat. When they saw that their teammates had been killed, sharp arrows streaked across the sky, and they were surrounded by people in front of and behind them. They immediately fell into a state of jealousy and panic. They were so scared that they threw Fan Bingbing away and tried to escape.

But Ye Ziheng would not let them run away so easily. Besides, the archers outside were not easy to deal with.

A cult disciple, driven by fear, tried his best to escape from the encirclement of the sect disciples. His face was covered in blood and fear, but when he thought of the cruel battle scene behind him, he suddenly gained strength. He did not care about anything else and just ran away. However, no matter how fast he ran, he could not compare to the speed of the arrow.

With a "Xiu ~" sound, he felt a pain at the back of his head. Then, a warm flow surged out and he completely lost consciousness.

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