Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 937 - In the Nick of Time

The Ye Clan had sealed off the entire Xuan Ting Demonic Island—ruthless and deranged in their intent to bathe it in blood and massacre everyone. They had ensured that no one outside would learn of the truth.

Ye Clan experts appeared one after another, their cultivation surging, overflowing with killing intent.

“Form the Eight Gates Heaven Sealing Formation!” shouted a higher-up of the Ye Clan in the sixth-level Manifestation realm.

The experts quickly formed seals one after another, forming eight gates. The eight gates revolved, demonic rays of light intertwined before shrouding the entire demonic island.

Boom, boom, boom!

Heaven and earth shook.

The earth shook as the formation sealed the island entirely. No one could escape, and no information could leak out.

The Ye Clan clearly understood the risks—if word of their actions reached Demon Venerable Ping Shan, he would destroy them with a mere flick of his finger.

They were essentially challenging the rules—challenging Demon Venerable Ping Shan’s authority. This was absolutely not allowed!

Therefore, the Ye Clan had thought of all possibilities and prepared accordingly before they took action.

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Some tried to send the word out stealthily, but the Eight Gates Heaven Sealing Formation reflected all light rays. The information could not be sent out at all.

“It’s over, it’s completely over!”

“Damn it, they actually laid down the Eight Gates Heaven Sealing Formation. They are prepared to wipe all of us out. They’re too ruthless and vicious. Aren’t they afraid of facing heaven’s wrath!”

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!”

The people on the island were in complete despair—the Ye Clan wasn’t leaving them even the slightest chance of survival.

Demon King Xuan Ting’s expression changed once more.

How ruthless.

The Ye Clan was truly too ruthless.

They had activated a formation to cut off all escape and ensure that no information could get out.

His heart sank like a stone.

Could this truly be the end of his Xuan Ting Demonic Island?

The other from the Xuan Ting Demon Sect also looked ghastly white.

If Ye Xi’s appearance had thrown them off from heaven to hell, the sealing formation felt like being plunged into boiling oil.

The Ye Clan intended to annihilate them all—no exceptions, no escape.

Xuan Ting said coldly, “Patriarch Ye, do you really have to go this far? If you have a problem, then come at me. The people on this island have nothing to do with this!”

“Nothing to do with them? Hahahaha, how ridiculous! Strength is supreme on the Myriad Demon Islands. When did we start caring about the innocents? If they must blame someone, let them blame their fate—and their lack of strength.” Ye Xi laughed mockingly.

His scorn was palpable. To him, Xuan Ting’s words were laughable.

His son had died, and now the entire demonic island would pay the price. They had the misfortune of living on Xuan Ting Demonic Island—nothing more.

Demon King Xuan Ting’s expression became incomparably dark.

Even though the demonic cultivators on the Myriad Demon Islands were ruthless, what the Ye Clan was doing—implicating the innocent across the entire island—was unprecedented.

Xuan Ting understood, however, how futile his protests were.

Strength was supreme!

If he had enough strength, he wouldn’t be facing this calamity, and the Ye Clan wouldn’t dare act so brazenly.

Everything came down to strength.

He clenched his fists tightly. He was the ruler of an island but couldn’t protect its people. How sorrowful.

“Ye Xi, don’t forget that Chen Fan is still on the demonic mountain. Once he returns and finds out that the Xuan Ting Demonic Island has been wiped out, he will investigate this matter. Your Ye Clan will definitely not be safe!”

Demon King Xuan Ting could only invoke Chen Fan’s name to intimidate Ye Xi now.

But as he glanced at the Ye Clan’s elites laying down the grand formation, his heart sank further. The clan had mobilized its strongest forces for this operation. Even if he gathered the entire demonic island’s strength, it would be like striking a boulder with an egg.

The gap in strength was insurmountable—a cruel reality numbers alone couldn’t change.

Ye Xi’s eyes dimmed before a chilling light flashed in them. “That is true, but do you know what kind of place that is? And what identity that bastard holds? Do you think he will return alive? Hahahaha! He’s likely been killed already, exposed as a spy from the Tianwu Continent the moment he set foot there. Avenge you? Keep dreaming!”

Demon King Xuan Ting’s heart sank further. Ye Xi wasn’t wrong.

The Demonic Mountain was no ordinary place—it was the sacred ground of the Myriad Demon Islands, worshiped by billions of demonic cultivators.

Would the demonic cultivators allow someone from the Tianwu Continent to obtain their legacies?

As Ye Xi suggested, Chen Fan might have been killed the moment he arrived.

Experts were as abundant as the clouds in the sky at the top of the demonic mountain. No matter how monstrous Chen Fan was, surviving such opposition seemed impossible.

Ye Xi continued, “Pin your hopes on that damned brat if you like, but even if he somehow reaches the top and obtains a legacy, what then? It will be nothing exceptional. Once he returns to the Xuan Ting Demonic Island, hmph, perfect! I’ll rip his head off myself and offer his blood as a tribute to my son!”

Although Ye Zimo had some hedonistic young master tendencies, he was still Ye Xi’s son. His death at Chen Fan’s hands was a grudge Ye Xi couldn’t swallow.

Blood debt must be paid back in blood!

“Don’t bother holding on to any unrealistic fantasies, either. Today will be your doom. Don’t blame us for being ruthless. If you must blame, then blame your fate. Blame that damned son of a bitch Chen Fan!”

Ye Xi loathed Chen Fan. His killing intent boiled. A merciless light flashed across his eyes. Waving his hand, he commanded, “Kill! Leave no one alive!”

Rumble!

The Ye Clan’s experts instantly stormed the Xuan Ting Demonic Island like tigers pouncing into a herd of sheep. Their terrifying demonic might erupted, forming a violent shockwave that swept out. Those with low cultivation quickly turned into blood mists.

“Ahhh...”

“No, don’t kill me, this has nothing to do with me!”

“Damn it, why don’t you people go find the person responsible? Why, why do you have to make innocent people like us bear the price!”

“I curse! Ye Clan shall meet a terrible fate, a terrible fate!”

A massacre began in an instant. Miserable cries rang out endlessly.

“You still dare to curse us to a terrible fate? I’ll send you down to the eighteenth level of hell first!” A Manifestation realm expert from the Ye Clan laughed coldly. Clasping his hand, he crushed a middle-aged man in the Heavenly Star realm into pieces.

Xuan Ting was powerless to resist Ye Xi. He quickly suffered heavy injuries and was nearly split in half at the waist with a halberd, spewing fresh blood violently; his complexion ghastly pale.

Pfft!

“Father!” Xuan Shitong pushed Huyan Jun back with a palm strike and flew to her father. However, Huyan He intercepted her almost immediately.

“My girl.” Demon King Xuan Ting’s voice weakened, his aura flickering.

“Oh, how touching! Such tender father-daughter love. Unfortunately for you, such familial love is exactly what I detest the most now. Since you two are so deeply bonded, fine—I’ll kill one and spare the other.

“You bitch, my son died because of you. Well, well, I shall capture you, cripple your cultivation, cut your tongue, then sell you off to some wretched place. Hahahaha, I’ll have you watch as your father dies in front of you, go to hell!”

Ye Xi’s halberd slashed through the air, releasing a devastating ray of demonic light. It tore through the void like lightning, aiming straight for Xuan Ting.

“No!” Xuan Shitong’s complexion paled.

Rumble!

Just as the demonic light was about to strike, the entire Xuan Ting Demonic Island trembled violently.

Immediately afterward, the Eight Gates Heaven Sealing Formation that sealed off the demonic island shattered. Many of the Ye Clan’s experts responsible for laying the formation suffered backlash and exploded one after another, turning into mists of blood.

A streak of terrifying sword qi tore through space with a sharp whistle, slashing at lightning speed toward the demonic light that was heading toward Demon King Xuan Ting, shattering it.