Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1501: Chapter 1370: Cruelty

The speed of the war shuttle is indeed fast.

After Ye Tian and the others boarded the war shuttle, it practically turned into a black light point, swiftly cutting through the void as if opening a new space passage.

Moreover, Ye Tian could feel that this war shuttle did not travel in a straight line.

There were twists.

There were turns.

There were fluctuations in the distance up and down.

About half an hour later.

The war shuttle suddenly rushed into a cave.

Yes, it was a cave.

In the void, there was an enormous mountain, terrifyingly huge, with a cave halfway up the mountain. After entering the cave, Ye Tian clearly felt the liquefaction-like richness of the spiritual energy.

And the scent of various strong vitality.

Before his eyes, no longer the darkness and void, it turned bright.

And red.

The cave was a vast world opened up...

There were waterfalls and flying springs.

There was a long river and inner sea.

There were giant trees and flowering plants.

There were stone-built houses.

The war shuttle finally stopped at a square where there were over a thousand other war shuttles.

"You first go to the Post Affairs Hall, hand over the Qingyan Wine to the hall master there, then a servant will lead you to the wedding banquet hall. Huh, if you don’t want to die, here’s a reminder—stick to your place; the Qing Yan Clan, such a weak race, is only able to attend the wedding because of the Qingyan Wine. Once you enter the wedding banquet hall, find a small corner and stay out of the way. If you accidentally catch someone’s eye and get killed, consider yourself unlucky."

The man in light red armor said this and then left.

"Let’s go to the Post Affairs Hall, don’t look around."

Ling Heng said softly, clearly suppressing his emotions, as he had been to the Post Affairs Hall before, every time delivering wine to the Qing Yan Clan.

"Very strong."

Ye Tian faintly felt the entire Demon Spring Clan was overwhelming, with less than ten thousand people capable of sweeping across the Great Thousand World of Chang Civilization.

Too strong!

Just among the Emperor Level beings, he sensed no less than a hundred!!!

"It’s still okay."

The Nine Heavens Goddess spoke up, "There are no Upper Great Emperors. If there were, you’d likely meet your end today."

Ye Tian’s mouth twitched.

Even without Upper Great Emperors, there are several Middle-level Emperors!

Of course, that’s not important; even if there were Upper Great Emperors, today it’s "Never give up"!!!

Vowing not to stop until the Demon Spring Clan is obliterated.

Following Ling Heng, a party of four, they swiftly headed towards the Post Affairs Hall.

Arriving at the Post Affairs Hall.

The Post Affairs Hall was bustling, after all, today being the wedding, hosting the banquet, it was certain to be very busy.

"Hall Master Mo Hui, this is the Qingyan Wine, please take a look."

Finally finding the hall master of the Post Affairs Hall, a dark-skinned, short, and stout man, Ling Heng smiled politely and respectfully, presenting the space ring.

"Mm."

Mo Hui took the space ring, glancing at Spirit Butterfly.

Spirit Butterfly, frightened, leaned quickly behind her father Ling Heng.

"Is it your daughter? Indeed, very lovely."

Mo Hui brazenly taunted, "What a pity, the hall master’s status isn’t high enough to try something fresh!"

These words...

Utterly beastly!!!

Utterly audacious.

Ling Heng’s face twitched fiercely, turning pale and flushed; the anger and murderous intent in his heart were imaginable, yet he forcibly restrained himself with reason.

Ling Zhi was much the same.

Spirit Butterfly trembled, her beautiful eyes reddening.

As for Ye Tian, his expression unchanged, he deeply looked at Mo Hui but said nothing nor did anything.

Killing Mo Hui would be easy, but it might alert the snake, not having seen Qingcheng yet; what if it scared off the higher-ups of the Demon Spring Clan with Qingcheng escaping?

Temporarily, no action can be taken, but Mo Hui was already on his death list!

"Zhao Fan, lead them to the wedding banquet hall."

Mo Hui gazed rather regretfully, yet lustfully at Spirit Butterfly, then beckoned, speaking to a servant not far away.

That servant, evidently not a member of the Demon Spring Clan, seemingly from another race, was very short, with stark white skin and a small horn on his forehead.

"Let’s go."

Zhao Fan, the servant, showed respect and reverence towards Mo Hui, nearly to the point of fawning, but had a different attitude towards Ling Heng and others.

Zhao Fan walked ahead, followed by Ling Heng, Ye Tian, and the others.

"Butterfly, it’s your father who harmed you..."

Ling Heng’s voice full of guilt and despair, along with some madness: "Otherwise, Butterfly, leave!!! Leave now!"

"Me leaving? What about the Qing Yan Clan? Besides, now, inside the Demon Spring Clan, I can’t leave even if I wanted to!"

Spirit Butterfly said bitterly, tears streaming down.

At the side, Ling Zhi wanted to comfort Spirit Butterfly; among the young generation of the Qing Yan Clan, there was no one who didn’t like or admire the Holy Daughter Spirit Butterfly. After all, she is so beautiful, so adorable, so kind.

But, what could he use to comfort her? He dared not even say, "Spirit Butterfly, I will protect you; you’ll definitely be alright," because he knew it was impossible.

Being in the Demon Spring Clan, humans as fish and meat before the knife.

Ye Tian remained silent.

Feeling uneasy deep within.

Brutal!!!

Truly too brutal.

In the world of martial arts, without sufficient power, there’s only despair and cruelty.

He couldn’t help but wonder, if he hadn’t happened to meet Spirit Butterfly this time, what would her fate be?

On the way Zhao Fan led Ye Tian and the group to the wedding banquet hall, they encountered many people, some from the Demon Spring Clan, others from different races attending the wedding banquet.

All very strong, none below the Domain Lord Realm.

There were many Half Emperors and Great Emperors.

The overall martial arts level was exponentially higher than the Great Thousand World of Bichang Civilization.

Along the way, Ling Heng kept a low profile, greeting everyone, although he too was of Emperor Level, unfortunately, the Qing Yan Clan was too weak, his Emperor status was not valued.

The sad part.

Even when Ling Heng greeted those people proactively, what he got in return was mockery, or even indifference.

Very awkward.

Finally.

They reached the wedding banquet hall.

The wedding banquet hall was massive; it was a grand palace.

The palace built with giant stones, each stone smooth as jade, each stone bonded with arrays—it was quite a spectacle. The whole palace was enveloped in bright, festive red.

"Follow me, I’ll arrange your table."

Zhao Fan turned, looking at Ling Heng and the others, then they entered the palace.

Inside the palace, large jade stone tables filled the hall, with over a hundred of them; guests had mostly arrived.

Very lively.

At the forefront, there was a luxurious wedding stage.

Naturally, there was no bride and groom on stage yet, as the auspicious time hadn’t arrived.

However, there were some beautiful songstresses singing and dancing, drawing rounds of applause.