The Unparalleled Sword Emperor

Chapter 2868: Chapter 2843: The Wind Stirs Up Slaughter!

Half an hour later, Fang Yiyun and more than ten other warriors left the Imperial Palace of the Great Witch Dynasty, heading swiftly in a certain direction.

Led by Fang Yiyun, the group included Yin Jiuling, the Pale Old Strange Man, Ning, the Half-human Giant Beast, the Four Heavenly Disabled Brothers, Feng Wenjun, Shi Jiamu, Hu Qi, Wu Ming, Changsun Yun, Shu Xiang, and Meng Li.

As this group soared across the sky, leaving the Imperial Palace behind.

On the second floor of a small tavern, two middle-aged men stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the group flying in mid-air. One of them laughed, saying, "Fang Yiyun always has some unknown methods!"

The other middle-aged man laughed and said, "Isn’t that his strength? Honestly, if he hadn’t been so obsessed with defeating Elder Brother Lin Duo back then, perhaps his achievements in sword art wouldn’t be beneath mine, and he might have been qualified to ascend Peach Mountain as the nineteenth immortal of Peach Mountain!"

These two middle-aged men standing in the tavern were none other than Lan Ling and Fu Qingshuang.

All the strong ones from the East Continent Academy resided in the exclusive palaces of the East Continent Academy.

But Lan Ling came without representing the East Continent Academy, appearing in the Imperial Palace of the Great Witch Dynasty as if on a playful visit with Fu Qingshuang.

Upon reaching the Imperial Palace, Lan Ling didn’t reveal their whereabouts or meet the Great Witch Emperor as if they had never been there!

Lan Ling smiled and asked, "Did you call them over?"

Fu Qingshuang said, "In this battle, Lin Bai will die!"

Lan Ling said coldly, "Do you know the consequences?"

Fu Qingshuang said, "I don’t want to think about any consequences, it gives me a headache!"

"Alas!" Lan Ling sighed lightly. At that moment, a voice transmission came from the storage bag. Seeing it, Lan Ling said, "Let’s go, Su Xianmei has arrived at the Imperial Palace, let’s head over!"

Immediately, the two left the tavern, disappearing into the bustling streets of the Great Witch Imperial Dynasty.

...

After Fang Yiyun and the group left the Imperial Capital of the Great Witch Dynasty.

At dusk, a group of fifteen arrived at a black mountain range.

From afar, they smelled the scent of blood emanating from within the mountains.

"Be careful." Yin Jiuling’s gray eyes flashed as he looked at the stretch of black forest ahead and said quietly, "I see many ghosts."

Hu Qi stepped forward and said, "In this mountain range, every tree and every stone has been inscribed with formations, which are essentially the same as animal traps in the wilderness!"

"This place is not simple."

Hu Qi said lightly.

Fang Yiyun said, "Of course, this is no simple place. This is a territory within the Great Witch Dynasty, known as the Eighteen Levels of Hell, a place for imprisoning prisoners!"

"Some friends within the Great Witch Dynasty told me that Wu He visited the Eighteen Levels of Hell a few days ago, and the day Wu He arrived was the day Lin Bai disappeared!"

"So I am convinced, Lin Bai must be in the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"

At this moment, Ning asked, "Senior Fang Yiyun, do you actually have friends within the Imperial Clan of the Great Witch Dynasty?"

Fang Yiyun laughed lightly, "Little child, back in the day, I could stand toe-to-toe with Lin Duo; is it surprising I have a few friends?"

As Fang Yiyun said this, he subconsciously glanced at the rusty iron sword on Ning’s back.

Hearing these words, Ning’s eyes flashed, and he couldn’t help but bow his head.

Fang Yiyun had challenged Lin Duo seven times in the past, although he failed every time, he became extremely familiar with Lin Duo’s sword through their numerous battles.

When Fang Yiyun first saw Ning’s iron sword at the East Continent Academy, he immediately recognized it—this sword was Lin Duo’s sword!

Yin Jiuling said, "No more idle talk. If Lin Bai is here, let’s go!"

Speaking, the group cautiously flew forward, crossing the midsection of the dark mountain range and arriving before a bottomless canyon.

Approaching the canyon, everyone smelled a pungent scent of blood.

Hu Qi said quietly, "Be careful, many have died here!"

Immediately, all fifteen moved forward and arrived at the edge of the canyon, looking down into the abyss.

The nauseating stench of blood wafted up, emanating from the depths of the canyon.

When the fifteen stood at the edge and looked down, in an instant, their eyes widened, bodies trembling uncontrollably, scalps tingling, and cold sweat streaming down.

The Pale Old Strange Man chuckled lightly, "Were these people killed by him?"

Ning looked at the sword marks and sword intention left on the stone walls on both sides and said quietly, "It should be true, such domineering sword marks and sword intention, other than him, few on the East Continent could accomplish this!"

Feng Wenjun said, "He actually killed so many people!"

The canyon of the Eighteen Levels of Hell was about ten thousand meters deep.

Now in this ten-thousand-meter canyon, Yin Jiuling and the others looked down from the top, clearly seeing beneath the canyon, pile upon pile of corpses as large as mountains.

Blood flowed like rivers.

Almost half of the bodies soaked in the blood water.

On both sides of the stone walls, terrifying, grim sword marks were left behind, exuding world-ending sword intention.

Blood nearly dyed the stone walls on both sides red.

When Fang Yiyun and others saw this scene within the canyon, an image simultaneously appeared in their minds—a peerless sword cultivator, wielding a sharp sword, fighting from the bottom of the canyon, from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, slaughtering the warriors of this place and charging out of the canyon.

Ning pondered and said, "Senior Fang Yiyun, you said this place is a prison established by the Great Witch Dynasty named the Eighteen Levels of Hell, meaning this is a territory of the Great Witch Dynasty!"

"Why is Lin Bai here?"

Fang Yiyun said quietly, "Because the Great Witch Dynasty wants the Demon Slaying Conference to proceed smoothly, without any mishaps, and Lin Bai is obviously an uncertain element in this Demon Slaying Conference!"

Yin Jiuling immediately asked, "Why?"

Fang Yiyun fell silent for a moment.

The Pale Old Strange Man chuckled lightly, "Let me explain!"

Ning asked, "You know as well?"

The Pale Old Strange Man laughed, "A peerless sword cultivator named Lin Bai appeared out of nowhere on the East Continent, and this draws the curiosity of many. For this reason, after I left the East Continent Academy, I once took the barbarian to Lin Bai’s hometown!"

"Thus, I went to the Territory of all nations!"

"While in the Territory of all nations, I heard many things about Lin Bai, including... about Ye Suxin!"

The Pale Old Strange Man chuckled lightly.

Immediately, everyone turned to look at the Pale Old Strange Man.

The Pale Old Strange Man succinctly said, "Half a year ago the chaotic East State Devil Cult Leader was Ye Suxin. She once had a connection with Lin Bai in the Territory of all nations, according to the martial artists’ rumors from inside the Territory of all nations..."

"It’s said that Ye Suxin was pregnant with Lin Bai’s child back then. Unfortunately, on the Miracle Ridge in the Territory of all nations, Ye Suxin willingly committed suicide before Lin Bai to protect him!"

Feng Wenjun said, "Old man, you mentioned Ye Suxin died? Then what about the current chaotic East State Devil Cult Leader? Is it a ghost?"

The Pale Old Strange Man laughed, "Is it impossible to come back to life after dying? Ask Yin Jiuling, how long has he been alive?"

Feng Wenjun looked at Yin Jiuling.

Yin Jiuling said gloomily, "Indeed, in this world, there’s a technique that usurps the creation of heaven and earth, capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring the flesh to bones!"

At this moment, Ning said, "Then basically, tomorrow the Great Witch Dynasty is going to kill Lin Bai’s wife?"

Thinking of this, Ning said shocked, "Then that’s trouble!"

Ning and the fifteen others stood atop the Eighteen Levels of Hell, lost in silence.

They could imagine now that Lin Bai slaughtered his way out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Once the Demon Slaying Conference starts tomorrow, what kind of scene it will be.

Whoosh—

The wind blew up the bloody scent from the Eighteen Levels of Hell, drifting towards the Imperial Palace of the Great Witch Dynasty...