"Heh, it seems there really is a Soul Master here!" Seeing the sudden change in everyone's expressions, Ye Jingyu confirmed the thought in his heart, his admiration for Zhuge Yishi's deduction reaching an unimaginable level.

Liu Qiuxue exchanged glances with the two Grandmasters, the shock in their eyes gradually subsiding.

"It seems you calculated all of this long ago, but I find it hard to imagine how you could possibly have an expert by your side capable of slaying a Soul Master of the Lingxian realm?" Liu Qiuxue looked at Ye Jingyu and spoke with an air of detachment. At this point, unless they were fools, they wouldn't realize Ye Jingyu was turning their own scheme against them...

However, what puzzled them was how Ye Jingyu could have such a powerful helper nearby.

"Isn't it just a Soul Master? Killing him is as easy as slaughtering a chicken for me!" Just then, a slightly roguish voice sounded, and everyone watched as a pale-faced man dashed over with the speed of lightning. They were momentarily stunned—could this be the person who killed the Soul Master?

When Ye Jingyu saw the person arriving, his usually calm face broke into an expression of extreme delight. He stared blankly, his body trembling slightly.

It was him. It truly was him. He hadn't died; he was actually alive.

Upon seeing the desiccated corpse earlier, Ye Jingyu had hoped it might be Liang Xiaoke, but when Adams appeared, that hope was utterly shattered. In his state of extreme despair, he was suddenly confronted with the actual appearance of Liang Xiaoke. This feeling, shifting from hell to heaven after being in the abyss, was a hundred times more thrilling than any rollercoaster ride.

"Stop him..." Seeing Liang Xiaoke rush over, Liu Qiuxue roared an order.

Although they had guessed the person before them was the one who killed the Lingxian Soul Master, the aura radiating from him wasn't as overwhelmingly powerful as they had imagined. At this moment, they still commanded an absolute advantage with three Grandmasters, one Prince, and ten Master experts. Why should they fear them?

But Liu Qiuxue didn't anticipate that the moment Liang Xiaoke appeared, Adams’s body began to tremble instinctively, like a small rabbit encountering a hungry wolf.

As Liu Qiuxue's voice fell, Adams ignored the reactions of the crowd, spread a pair of golden wings, and fled for his life.

"Damn it, I came for you! You think you can escape so easily?" Seeing Adams try to flee, Liang Xiaoke cursed loudly. He pushed off hard with both feet, launching his body like a cannonball toward Adams in the sky.

"Hey, hey, Big Brother, don't leave me behind!" Seeing Liang Xiaoke chase after Adams so heartlessly, Ye Jingyu immediately shouted out loud.

But it seemed Liang Xiaoke had only Adams in his mind at that moment, paying no heed to Ye Jingyu's words.

A vampire and a zombie quickly vanished from the sight of the crowd.

"Heh, I thought a truly powerful ally had arrived. Turns out it’s just this kind of riffraff. Ye Jingyu, it seems your companions are nothing special after all!" Seeing Liang Xiaoke and Adams disappear right before their eyes, a cold smirk played on Liu Qiuxue's lips.

"Killing you? I am enough by myself!" Just then, an icy voice echoed from the void, followed by a human head dropping out of the darkness, rolling directly to the feet of Liu Qiuxue and her group. Who else could it be but that Soul Master?

"Lin Yue?" Seeing the severed head, the expressions of Liu Qiuxue and the others changed drastically. Although they had already anticipated Lin Yue's demise, witnessing it firsthand was entirely different. After all, he was a Soul Master of the Lingxian realm, guarded by two Master bodyguards; how could he have been killed so easily?

After the gasp of shock, all eyes turned to Bing Ming, who emerged from the darkness. A powerful aura swept across the entire scene, causing every heart to seize.

"Heh, you've finally arrived. Leave these people to you. Leave no one alive. I'm going to find Big Brother for some fun!" Upon seeing Bing Ming appear, Ye Jingyu gave a faint smile, completely ignoring Liu Qiuxue and the others. He turned and headed in the direction Liang Xiaoke had vanished.

"You..." One of the Grandmasters moved to intercept Ye Jingyu, intending to deliver a sarcastic remark, but before the words were fully spoken, a dazzling sword gleam erupted in the space between heaven and earth, slicing directly toward him. The Grandmaster’s heart roared with terror; he furiously circulated the true essence within him, brandishing his long sword with all his might, causing a sword gleam of his own to light up.

However, compared to the sword gleam materializing out of thin air, his own light was like that of a firefly next to the sun, instantly engulfed and extinguished. The intense beam of light swept over his body, and when the sword gleam dissipated, nothing remained in the world but a pile of shredded flesh.

"Go ahead, Young Master," Bing Ming stated calmly, taking a single step forward. With that simple movement, he blocked the path of everyone remaining.

"Martial Saint..." At this moment, whether it was Liu Qiuxue, the remaining Grandmaster, or the ten Masters left, the term echoed wildly in their minds. Such a brilliant sword gleam, such a terrifying power—the ability to utterly obliterate a Grandmaster in a single strike. What other rank besides a Martial Saint could achieve such a feat?

They had anticipated the arrival of a powerful reinforcement for Ye Jingyu, but they never dreamed a Martial Saint would be among his company.

A Martial Saint—that was far beyond a Grandmaster. With diligent practice, unless one was completely dense, they could eventually reach that level. Not just in the entire Dou Hun Continent, but even within the current Southern Cloud Empire, there were countless Grandmasters, but how many Martial Saints? Apart from the Emperor of the Southern Cloud Empire, no other Martial Saint had ever emerged. Yet, here was another one, and he belonged to Ye Jingyu! How could this not shock them?

Especially Liu Qiuxue; upon clearly seeing Bing Ming's appearance, she recognized him as the person from two years ago. In those two years, although her side had improved significantly, none of them had taken that final step. Yet, he had done it.

Liu Qiuxue’s face turned ashen. If she had dared to fight Bing Ming two years ago, now she didn't even possess the courage to flee. After all, the opponent was a Martial Saint—an existence that had transcended the mortal and entered sainthood.

Ye Jingyu paid no mind to the horrified expressions of Liu Qiuxue and the others. His body transformed into an afterimage, chasing after the distant Liang Xiaoke.