Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

After Lin Feng was forced out, he prepared to return the way he had come to find an exit and leave this place.

The Elders of the Holy Palace were nowhere to be found, and since he was acting alone with no one to aid him, even though he had the cultivation of the Emperor Martial Realm, he still felt uneasy. After all, this was a sub-palace of the Ultimate Palace, so he decided it would be best to leave.

In any case, life should be the top priority. He hadn't yet become so arrogant as to believe he could sweep through the sub-palace of the Ultimate Palace.

"Hehe, poor creature that has been banished, do you really resign yourself to leaving just like this?"

As he followed the original path and walked far away, a sinister and ethereal voice suddenly rang out and drifted into Lin Feng's ears.

Swish!

Lin Feng's body shuddered violently, and his expression immediately stiffened.

Someone was tracking him!

What was most frightening was that he had not noticed it at all before!

This could only mean that the other party either had a strange aura or had a cultivation that far surpassed his.

Whatever the outcome, it was very bad news for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng erupted with a terrifying energy, a bright light blazing forth, the Emperor's Suppression soared to the sky, and he created defenses around his body.

At this moment, Lin Feng turned around as though facing a formidable enemy, but was taken aback.

Because there was actually no one behind him – it was completely empty with nothing there, except for the howling Yin Winds and the air filled with a chilling presence.

"Who's there, come out, stop hiding and playing tricks!" Lin Feng said, his cold sweat streaming down, but he still mustered his courage and shouted loudly.

Although he was a strong practitioner of the Emperor Martial Realm, he still didn't dare to be careless in a place like the sub-palace of the Ultimate Palace.

An unknown fear suddenly engulfed Lin Feng's entire being.

"You are clearly the strongest disciple in your Sect, who should be revered and admired by all other disciples. Yet now, a newcomer has snatched your position and you're about to be expelled. Are you really content with leaving just like this?"

That void and intangible voice continued, pouring into Lin Feng's ears like rolling demonic sounds, igniting the pent-up anger in his heart, erupting like a volcano.

The voice was so devilish that it could provoke negative emotions in a Martial Artist, thereby gaining control over them.

"Get away from me!"

Lin Feng evidently realized this and roared in anger, lifting his palm and aiming at the empty space in front of him.

Boom!

With a swing of his palm, sand flew and pebbles scattered, even the void exploded, the terrifying palm wind spread throughout the Underground Palace.

Regrettably, his powerful attack did not achieve any result, and he did not even know where the enemy was hiding.

"Hehe, you obviously have such great strength, and yet you have to be expelled by someone else, what a pity." The owner of the voice didn't seem to care about Lin Feng's attacks at all and continued to speak.

The devilish nature contained in his voice increased by quite a bit, causing Lin Feng's mind to thunder, intense pain forced him to clutch his head and scream, his eyes turning bloodshot with resentment, slaughter, and other negative emotions.

"Do you desire to possess even greater power, then kill those you dislike and from then on control your own fate?" The voice continued, a cold black wind swept over, and a figure slowly condensed in front of Lin Feng.

If Xiao Ye were here, he would certainly be startled.

Because of this cold and wild wind, the silhouette of a Martial Artist that it formed was astonishingly identical to the leader of the Ultimate Palace Martial Artists that he killed with the Emperor's Xiao Blade!

At this moment, Lin Feng was completely overwhelmed by negative emotions, his eyes bloodshot as he ultimately let out a low roar: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Xiao Ye, this damned brat, is too full of himself. In the end, he even dared to team up with other Devilish Disciples to expel me. I swear I will kill him and take his Ferocious Beast and Emperor Weapon!"

At this instant, Lin Feng was completely like a Killing God who had fallen into the endless Demon Path, his body swirling with rolling black evil Qi.

The leader of the Ultimate Palace Martial Artists laughed grimly with satisfaction.

"Excellent!"

"Do these Sects and Martial Artists from the Four Great Emperor Domains really think our Ultimate Palace can be easily eradicated?"

"This time, our Ultimate Palace is definitely going to make it a one-way trip for them. By then, our Ultimate Palace will surely give you a chance to seek revenge."

After the leader of the Ultimate Palace Martial Artists finished laughing, he transformed into a black stream of light that plunged straight into Lin Feng's body.

...

"Hm? What's that sound?"

On the other side, Xiao Ye, who was resting on the spot with the Devilish Disciples, abruptly opened his eyes. A deep gaze shot out from his pitch-black pupils in the direction where Lin Feng had left.

He had clearly heard a voice filled with devilish nature just now, as well as a very peculiar fluctuation, but it quickly disappeared.

"Junior Brother Xiao Ye, I also heard some sounds, but they disappeared quickly."

"Should we go take a look?"

"I think it's better not to. Inside the Ultimate Palace's Sub-palace, it's better if we don't wander around recklessly."

"That's right. We should first find the Elders from our Holy Palace."

...

The other sixteen Devilish Disciples, whose Cultivation was no weaker than Xiao Ye's, naturally felt the commotion as well.

After talking it over, they still decided not to investigate.

In this place, danger lurked everywhere. Any wrong decision could cost them their lives.

After resting on the spot for a full two hours, with no danger having appeared, it was as if the Martial Artists from the Ultimate Palace had vanished into thin air.

Xiao Ye took out his Sound Transmission Jade Token and tried contacting the Holy Palace's Elders and Elder Yang again. With still no discovery, he stood up: "Has everyone rested enough? Let's continue on our way."

"Okay!"

The sixteen Devilish Disciples now implicitly regarded Xiao Ye as their leader. Upon hearing him, they all stood up.

Among them, three had sustained serious injuries. After taking Healing Holy Medicine and resting for so long, they had mostly recovered and their movement wouldn't be affected.

As for Little White, whose injury could be said to be the most severe, Little White had an incredibly strong recovery capability and was now sleeping in Xiao Ye's arms, temporarily unable to assist Xiao Ye.

Afterward, Xiao Ye, holding the Xiao Blade, led the way at the front, with the other sixteen Disciples following behind in a defensive formation as they continued along the Underground Palace.

Their mission this time was to annihilate this Sub-palace of the Ultimate Palace. Even though the Elders from the Holy Palace had disappeared, they did not retreat and continued to advance.

After all, within this Sub-palace, there were other forces from the Eight Great Forces. Once they regrouped, at least there wouldn't be much danger.