Chapter 862: 862. Chapter 860 Evil Cult Followers

862. Chapter 860 Evil Cult Followers

Afterwards, the blue‑clad youth, together with his remaining companions, ran excitedly toward the distance.

……

Huh?

"Someone ahead?" Suddenly, a clamor reached Lu Yuan's ears.

Following the sound, he saw a group of cultivators walking toward him.

The one leading the group was tall and sturdy, with thick brows and big eyes, wearing a beard, dressed in an ornate robe, and a sword at his waist.

The group numbered fifty or sixty, each exuding a fierce aura and killing intent.

They seemed to have just gone through a battle, each stained with blood, their clothes tattered, looking quite disheveled.

Without guessing, it was clear they had been fighting the black‑clad masked men for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Lu Yuan hurried over and asked.

"Thank you for your concern, junior brother, I'm fine," Zhao Hao said with a slight smile.

"You're too kind, senior brother, but how did you come here?" Lu Yuan waved his hand and said.

Zhao Hao explained: "Junior brother, I forgot to tell you, we came this time to participate in the Sect Grand Comparison."

"Sect Grand Comparison?" Lu Yuan asked doubtfully.

"You probably aren't interested in our Sect Grand Comparison, are you, junior brother?" Zhao Hao asked.

Lu Yuan shrugged and laughed: "There's nothing I can do; I really aren't interested in these things."

"Hehe, actually, with your talent, winning the championship wouldn't be difficult," Zhao Hao laughed.

Lu Yuan humbly said: "Where, with my meager abilities, what do I have to contend for the championship?"

"You're overthinking it, junior brother," Zhao Hao laughed.

At that moment, a group of masked black‑clad men rushed toward Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's expression changed, and he warned: "Be careful."

"Don't worry, they can't harm us," Zhao Hao said confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew the long sword from his back, leapt forward, and struck with a move aimed at the neck of one black‑clad masked man.

The black‑clad masked man was startled and hastily raised his sword to block.

Clang!

Bang!

The metallic clash rang out suddenly, a domineering force surged like a wave, and the black‑clad masked man was blown back several meters.

Zhao Hao shifted his stance, quickly closed in, and struck with another palm.

Pfft!

Ah!

The black‑clad masked man let out a miserable cry, emitting a strange, hoarse howl from his throat.

The black‑clad masked man clutched his neck and fell to the ground, eyes wide open, expression extremely agonized, as if his throat were being torn apart.

Moments later, he stopped breathing and died on the spot.

At this point, everyone finally saw their true appearance.

They saw that each had a ferocious visage, bloodshot eyes, and expressions twisted like evil ghosts.

"What vicious evil technique!" Seeing this, Zhao Hao exclaimed in alarm.

Ah!

At that moment, two other cultivators screamed in terror.

Because they discovered that the dead cultivator had turned into a puddle of pus, seeping into the ground and vanishing.

Gurgle!

Zhao Hao swallowed hard, his face instantly turning pale as cold sweat poured forth.

What evil technique have these cultivators employed, so bizarre that even their corpses do not remain?

"Run, they are demons of the Evil Devil Sect!" Zhao Hao roared angrily.

Hearing Zhao Hao's roar, the group of masked black‑clad men immediately gave chase.

"Save your lives!" Zhao Hao and the four cultivators, their souls fleeing in panic, ran wildly.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Yet they were still a step slow, intercepted by the masked black‑clad men.

"What exactly do you want? I'll fight you to the end!" Zhao Hao roared.

Whoosh!

A dagger flashing with cold light sliced across Zhao Hao's shoulder, instantly spraying a spray of blood.

Ugh!

Zhao Hao widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Immediately afterward, he stepped back.

Meanwhile, Lu Yuan stood frozen in place.

Boom!

Plop!

……

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hao, Zhang Wen, and Li Wu were successively slit at the throat and died.

Only then did Lu Yuan react.

"Evil Devil Sect?" Lu Yuan frowned and muttered, secretly relieved.

"Fortunately I had dodged far away just then; otherwise I'd also end up like them, dead without a whole corpse."

Seeing Lu Yuan standing frozen in place, motionless, the masked black-clothed person thought Lu Yuan had been frightened stupid.

"Heh heh! Why are you still standing there? Get lost already!"

"Yeah, scram quick, don't get in our way!"

Several masked black-clothed people shouted in contempt and disdain.

Lu Yuan ignored these masked people and walked straight toward them.

"Huh?" Seeing Lu Yuan dare to ignore their warnings, the masked black-clothed person flew into a rage, "Damn brat, you're asking for death!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The masked black-clothed people brandished their weapons and attacked Lu Yuan.

"Hmph!" Lu Yuan let out a light snort, his figure suddenly swelling, instantly moving beside the masked black-clothed person.

Crack!

Lu Yuan swung his fists, unleashing fierce punches; one punch struck the masked black-clothed person, and the sound of breaking bones rang out continuously.

The masked black-clothed person's body shot backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into a rock wall and passing out.

The other masked black-clothed people were dumbfounded, having no idea what happened, as Lu Yuan had already knocked them all down.

"Just who is this guy? How can he possess such strength?"

After a brief shock, the remaining masked black-clothed people gave up capturing Lu Yuan and turned to flee the cave.

Although Lu Yuan wanted to pursue, he was stunned by what lay before him.

The corpse before him slowly floated up, then gradually dissipated.

Seeing this eerie sight, Lu Yuan was completely bewildered.

Lu Yuan had never witnessed such a strange thing.

Just as Lu Yuan was bewildered, the corpse had completely vanished, as if it had never appeared.

"What... what is going on? Am I seeing things?" Lu Yuan drew a cool breath, his head buzzing, feeling icy all over.

This place is too terrifying!

Dying for no reason, even leaving no corpse—such a bizarre affair is utterly unfathomable.

"What on earth is happening?" Lu Yuan filled with suspicion, the more he thought, the more fearful he became, his heart racing.

Lu Yuan clearly realized he had run into trouble.

"I must return to the sect." Lu Yuan immediately turned, preparing to leave the valley.

But just then, Lu Yuan suddenly saw a person hanging on a cliff.

That person was using an arm to wipe cold sweat from his forehead, looking quite disheveled.

"Huh? This person looks like..." Upon seeing the other's face clearly, Lu Yuan's expression shifted slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

The person was none other than Chen Yunfei, who had saved him a few days earlier.

"Junior Brother Lu?" Seeing Lu Yuan suddenly appear, Chen Yunfei was also greatly startled, his eyes nearly popping out.

"Senior Brother Chen, what are you doing here?" Lu Yuan approached Chen Yunfei and asked curiously.

"Oh..." Chen Yunfei clutched his chest, involuntarily drawing a cool breath, his face turning even paler as bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping down. (End of chapter)