Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 903: Chapter 772: He Killed Everyone in the Hunyuan Sect

Although he said he wasn’t afraid of Wu Zhong, An Ruosong was still quite apprehensive deep down.

He returned to the Hunyuan Sect, taking his time and carefully avoiding leaving any traces, often taking detours to prevent Wu Zhong from catching up.

A journey that normally would take two or three days ended up taking him five full days.

He also ordered people to carefully watch over Ye Lingyue, giving her no chance to escape.

To An Ruosong’s relief, aside from sensing Wu Zhong’s terrifying aura once near the vicinity of Sifang City, Wu Zhong’s presence had vanished in the days following.

It seemed Wu Zhong had been misled by An Ruosong’s Eye-blocking Technique.

For this, An Ruosong felt smug for a while.

After days of travel, Ye Lingyue was brought to Hunyuan Mountain, located at Beiqing Peak, the base of the Hunyuan Sect.

Hunyuan Sect, the largest sect among the Nine Sects, is located on Hunyuan Mountain, which is less a single mountain and more a series of continuous ridges.

Surrounded by mountains, there is only one cliffside path leading to the sect’s entrance.

Inadvertently, this formed a natural barrier for the Hunyuan Sect, making it challenging for the outside world to attack.

Approaching the entrance of Hunyuan Mountain, An Ruosong finally relaxed a bit.

”I thought Ghost Emperor Wu Chong was so formidable, but he was easily confused by this old man.” An Ruosong boasted in front of Ye Lingyue.

”Exactly, Sect Leader is wise. What Ghost Emperor? Before the Sect Leader, he’s nothing.” An Ruosong’s disciples flattered him sycophantically.

But right as the disciples finished speaking, a gust of fierce wind, like a rushing storm, assaulted them from behind.

The disciples who were speaking arrogantly screamed as their bodies fell like kite strings snapped, plummeting from the path.

”An Ruosong, you all sure took your time. I’ve been waiting here for quite a while.”

The cold voice was like a slap to the face; the smile quickly disappeared from An Ruosong’s face as he shuddered and slowly turned around.

On the towering gate tens of feet high stood a man.

The man looked down from above, with a golden mask hiding his face. Beneath it, his amber eyes were striking.

He held a pitch-black sword in his arms. His black hair danced in the wind, and an overwhelming aura of disdain filled the air.

”Ghost Emperor... Wu Chong, how are you here!”

An Ruosong’s eyebrows and beard quivered in unison.

”A monk can run, but not the temple. You’re not my woman, so why would I waste time tailing an old dog like you.” Wu Chong snorted coldly, his gaze shifting to Chen Mu and Ye Lingyue trapped inside the Light Talisman.

At the sight of Ye Lingyue, Wu Chong’s body stiffened, and his eyes showed a hint of urgency.

That day in Sifang City, after losing track of Ye Lingyue, Wu Chong was furious and deeply regretful.

He relentlessly chased after An Ruosong.

Several times along the way, he nearly caught up, but then Wu Chong noticed multiple forces tailing him from behind.

Judging by the energy fluctuations, it seemed to be the people from the Three Sects and Sifang City Lord.

One of those forces belonged to Zitang Su.

Wu Chong knew that if he continued chasing, he would soon face attacks from both sides.

His years as a mercenary enabled him to make quick decisions that benefited him most, realizing An Ruosong captured Ye Lingyue but hadn’t killed her immediately, leaving only one possibility: he didn’t intend to kill her yet.

An Ruosong’s base was in the Hunyuan Sect, and no matter how much he circled, he would eventually return there.

Thus, Wu Chong abandoned the chase midway and headed to Hunyuan Sect, waiting in ambush.

If Wu Chong could infiltrate the Yaochi Immortal Pavilion, one of the Three Sects, finding Hunyuan Sect, a worldly sect, was a given.

However, what tried Wu Chong’s patience was An Ruosong’s intentional diversions, taking unnecessary detours to evade him.

Wu Chong was unlike Feng Xun; he had a bad temper and poor patience. The only one who could tolerate him in this world was Ye Lingyue.

An Ruosong’s circuitous route exhausted Wu Chong’s last trace of patience. When upset, Wu Chong liked to do just one thing.

As the mountain wind blew, it carried with it a new scent.

It was the smell of blood.

An Ruosong suddenly remembered the days spent delaying the journey while Wu Chong waited at Hunyuan Sect.

Who was Wu Chong?

He was the Ghost Emperor. It was rumored across the mainland that where the Ghost Emperor appeared, ghosts would wail in despair.

Beads of cold sweat dripped from An Ruosong’s forehead as he peered into the entrance.

What he saw next made his heart twist painfully, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Inside the entrance of Hunyuan Sect, along the winding paths, corpses were piled like small mountains, the dark red bloodstains dried on the ground.

Looking over the entire Hunyuan Sect, not a single living person was in sight.

”Dead, they’re all dead.” Chen Mu saw the scene as well.

The brothers of the past were all dead.

In just a few days, Wu Chong had single-handedly slaughtered the entire Hunyuan Sect.

”You’re not human.”

Chen Mu trembled, staring at the man standing proudly atop the entrance.

At this moment, to Chen Mu and An Ruosong, Wu Chong clearly appeared as a vengeful ghost from hell.

”Including the ones I just killed, and you two, the entire Hunyuan Sect comprises 3,936 lives. This is to show that some people aren’t ones you can provoke.” Wu Chong said lazily.

As if those more than three thousand lives were as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

Trapped inside the Light Talisman, Ye Lingyue’s expression shifted upon hearing Wu Chong massacred over three thousand lives for her.

Her gaze shifted to the masculine Nine Dragon Chant weapon in Wu Chong’s hand.

Their eyes met.

In the man’s arrogant gaze flashed a trace of complexity.

In the end, he revealed his true self to her.

But he couldn’t care less at this point.

”Wu Chong, I’ll fight you!”

An Ruosong roared in anger. Though he appeared old, he moved like a powerful, charging tiger, unleashing the fearsome Primordial Power of a One-step Divine Power Realm expert.

The Primordial Power formed into a spear mid-air, directly charging at Wu Chong.

Wu Chong’s gaze was icy. He merely raised his hand, sending a violent fist wind crashing down, colliding with An Ruosong’s formidable Primordial Power.

Like two comets colliding in the sky above Hunyuan Sect’s entrance, a terrifying Primordial Power Hurricane formed.

The Hunyuan Sect’s entrance, which stood for nearly a thousand years, shook under the immense forces, completely shattering and collapsing.