Chapter 396 – Bearing the Name of the Demon Lord from Now On

Ye Kuang listened to the overwhelming chorus of condemnation, his entire being remarkably calm.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the ancient saying was utterly sincere and not false in the slightest—once in the jianghu, one’s actions are no longer their own!

His situation was about to hit rock bottom, facing endless challenges in the days to come.

And now, he had no choice but to bear the name of a devil!

All around, the crowd was seething with rage, their eyes filled with hatred, as if they couldn’t wait to swarm forward and tear Ye Kuang and Yun Mengshu to pieces.

Yun Mengshu: “Ye Kuang…”

As she spoke, her face had already turned deathly pale, clearly sharing the same thoughts as a certain madman.

The two of them had unmistakably fallen into some unknown conspiracy.

Feeling the warmth from her arm, Ye Kuang could only gently pat it. When he turned around, though his expression still carried a chill, he forced himself to shout, “Are you all idiots…”

But then his tone shifted abruptly, brimming with uncontrollable fury: “Originally, I had no intention of explaining too much. Perhaps in your eyes, explaining is equivalent to covering up, but what I must say is—the one who secretly harmed your Tianshan Matriarch and Guardian Venerable One was not me, Ye.”

Unbeknownst to him, the crowd paid no heed, each drawing their weapons and causing the tension on the scene to skyrocket.

“You think we’ll believe whatever you say? Do you take us for blind? You all deserve to die!”

“Daring to act but not daring to admit it—do you think we’re three-year-old children to be fooled by you?”

“For the Tianshan Matriarch! For the Guardian Venerable One! Slay the enemies to comfort their spirits in heaven! Kill!!!”

Roar, roar, roar!

This was truly a case of one move affecting the whole situation.

Dazzling rays of light surged layer by layer, painting a scene of mutual confrontation with swords drawn and bows bent.

The development of the situation had clearly exceeded even Ye Kuang’s expectations.

Seeing this, he couldn’t help but change expression.

It could be said that even if they had broken through to the Dao Inquiry Realm, they would struggle to withstand the crazy surging countercurrent.

“Brothers, charge! Cripple them! Avenge the two elders!”

“Woo, roar…”

Faced with this, how could Ye Kuang possibly sit back and wait for death?

No!

They had to fight their way out!

With this thought, Ye Kuang fiercely drew his sword, having clearly reached the limits of his endurance.

And here, it must be mentioned: first, an unknown enemy had secretly tripped him up, making every step difficult; now, he was forced to bear the charge of the murderer. With all these emotions intertwined, anyone would be driven mad by it.

Humming!

Ye Kuang: “Senior Sister, let’s escape this place first.”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, a bloody aura soared to the heavens, as the madman completely ignited the entire scene.

Roar, roar, roar!

Following the onslaught of roaring shouts, the front rows of dozens of people could no longer conceal their utter terror.

In the blink of an eye, as they charged forward less than three meters, arms were sent flying one after another, and a mist of blood painted half the sky crimson.

Ye Kuang, gripping his Heavy Edge, protected Yun Mengshu as they retreated step by step.

Unfortunately, the crazy momentum surging from all sides was truly heart-stopping.

At that moment, stimulated by the scent of blood, the Tianshan disciples one by one became fearless of death.

Like a pack of wolves with their bloodlust awakened, they not only glared with ferocious eyes but also formed an attitude of “either you die or I perish.”Even for someone as formidable as Ye Kuang, this sight made his scalp tingle with dread.

In an instant, they were surrounded on all sides by Innate realm experts, with countless more surging behind them.

“If you insist on seeking death, then do not blame Ye for showing no mercy with this sword!”

“You fiend! What morals do you even possess? I once respected you as a man of honor, but never expected such despicable vileness! We, the thirty-six Elders of Tianshan, swear an oath here to take your head!”

“Why waste words? Kill him!!”

“Even if this brout grew three heads and six arms, he shall not leave this place alive!”

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Who could deny the tragic grandeur of this relentless tide?

Ye Kuang and Yun Mengshu were instantly torn apart by the raging waves, their furious shouts drowned in the overwhelming clamor.

Such is the way of martial world grievances: blades gleaming, shadows dancing, blood staining blue robes—all driven by clashing convictions, sparking torrents of steel and fire, roaming the rivers and lakes with unbridled will.

With a single flash of Ye Kuang’s sword, ten burly men ahead froze, their eyes glazing over before plunging into endless darkness.

His figure soared like a dragon ascending, sword pointing as clouds stirred in all directions.

Across this mournful battlefield, the clashing symphony of “clang-clang-clang” played its final notes, vividly portraying every mortal struggle.

Just like Ye Kuang at this moment—unyielding bones, unbreakable soul—standing alone with his sword amid blood and flames, resisting with burning rage.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Amid the sea of people, the bursts of sparks appeared exquisitely beautiful, yet each flare concealed lurking peril and killing intent.

Clang!

Clang!

Each resonant, thunderous clash embodied the crowd’s condemnation, yet also trapped all in scorching turmoil.

Such is the martial world: years age a man relentlessly.

Regardless of why Ye Kuang kept drawing his sword again and again, he knew one truth well: False accusations might be trivial, but if branded a murderer, his path of Dao Inquiry would surely end.

Thus, this blood-soaked sword was his only means to clear his name and seek redemption in days to come.

Kill!

Kill!

In that moment, three sword strokes converged, charging forth—a vision of fleeting brilliance, steeped in murderous aura.

Seeing the onslaught, Ye Kuang formed a seal with one hand and roared like a dragon.

Heaven and earth trembled at his majesty!

One might say he had shed all thought, left only with the ceaseless swing of his sword for survival.

Bang!

A thunderous crash erupted as the frenzied crowd surged like a tidal wave.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Ye Kuang’s sword flashed, piercing through charging figures—each halting abruptly, chests torn open, spraying crimson into the sky.

Stained in blood, he grabbed Yun Mengshu’s hand and fled into the air.

As for the scene below, words were needless—only the relentless clashes ringing in their ears.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aah! Aah! Aah…

Roar! Roar! Roar!