Chat group: All my group members are in the villain camp

The sword's edge pierced the dragon's brow, causing blood to gush out.

The dragon let out a miserable scream, its body swayed, and it collapsed to the ground.

Don't rest your eyes!

The spear known as "Poseidon" also broke into pieces and turned into powder.

"Brother Ye Ming, my benefactor!"

"Savior! We're saved!"

Upon seeing this, the navy personnel cheered with joy.

They rushed forward and bowed down to Ye Ming in worship.

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Chapter 819 The Shadow of the Red-Clothed Cult! (Begging for full subscription)

"Thank you so much for your help, benefactor! Otherwise, we would all have perished at the hands of the dragon today!"

Ye Ming smiled slightly and waved his hand.

"You flatter me. It was just a small favor, nothing to mention."

"Speaking of which, I should thank you all. If it weren't for your desperate resistance and buying me time, the situation today would probably be even worse."

Upon hearing this, everyone was moved to tears.

"What are you saying, my benefactor? We were merely doing our duty."

"The real hero today is you, my benefactor!"

Ye Ming smiled and looked around.

"It's getting late, and I have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."

"Take care, everyone. Until we meet again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ming transformed into a streak of light and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Instead of returning directly to the world of cultivation, he descended into an unfamiliar plane.

Looking around, one sees dense forests and towering mountains everywhere.

A spiritual aura permeated the air, yet it was also mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"Where is this? How come I've never been to this plane before?"

Ye Ming frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Just as he was about to investigate further, someone suddenly spoke up in the chat group.

[Xu Bufan (Snow World): Brother Ye Ming, something's happened to me! I need your help!]

Ye Ming was taken aback and quickly asked, "Brother Bufan, what happened? Tell me about it."

[Xu Bufan (Snow World): It's like this, recently a mysterious cult has appeared in our Snow World.]

They call themselves the "Red-Clothed Cult" and worship an evil god called the "Red King".

They slaughtered innocent people everywhere, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities!

We've already suffered heavy losses; if this continues, the entire snow-covered world might be lost!

Upon hearing this, Ye Ming couldn't help but frown.

"The Crimson Cult? The Red King? They don't sound like good guys."

"Don't worry, Brother Bufan, I'm heading to the Snow World right now. I'll definitely uproot this bunch of evil cultists!"

Xu Bufan (Snow World): That's great! With Brother Ye Ming's help, I can finally relax!

This group is currently holed up in an ancient castle deep in the snow-capped mountains. Just go there directly when you arrive!

Ye Ming nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Just wait patiently, I'll be there soon!"

After saying that, he vanished from the spot again with a thought.

The next moment, he appeared on a snow-covered mountain in a snowy world.

A biting wind howled past, and snowflakes drifted down.

Deep in the snow-capped mountains, a dark and ancient castle can be vaguely seen.

A strange blood mist shrouded the ancient castle, exuding an evil aura.

Ye Ming narrowed his eyes, a hint of killing intent rising in his heart.

"Hmph, what a bunch of reckless fools. Daring to act so arrogantly in front of me, they really don't know what's good for them!"

He strode quickly toward the castle.

Soon, he arrived at the castle.

The castle gates were tightly shut, and there was no one around.

But above the castle, hundreds of figures dressed in red floated.

Their faces were grim and filled with murderous intent.

The leader was a middle-aged man whose body exuded black energy.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the territory of my Red Robe Sect?"

The middle-aged man's gaze was sharp as he stared at Ye Ming.

"I am Ye Ming, a cultivator who roams the myriad realms. I am here to deal with you evil demons and heretics who wreak havoc on the world!"

Ye Ming sneered and said without any politeness.

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Chapter 820 Ye Ming's Absolute Power! (Begging for full subscription)

"The Red-Clothed Cult? Heh, they're nothing but a rabble. They dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

"You're courting death! How dare a mere junior be so insolent before Lord Crimson King?"

The members of the Red-Clothed Cult were enraged and drew their weapons.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group exuded a murderous aura, his entire body radiating demonic energy.

"Kid, show me what you've got! I want to see how long you can keep up this arrogance!"

"Heh, you ants, how dare you challenge me?"

Ye Ming scoffed and clapped his hands.

In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and a gale howled.

A massive surge of spiritual energy erupted instantly, sweeping across the ancient castle.

Boom!

A deafening roar resounded, and the entire castle shook.

Countless red-robed followers were sent flying by this blow, their blood flowing freely.

The middle-aged man who was in the lead was no exception; he coughed up blood and retreated repeatedly.

"This...this is impossible! Who exactly are you?"

The middle-aged man stared in disbelief, his face filled with horror.

He never expected that Ye Ming's strength would be so formidable.

"I have already said that I am a cultivator who travels through all the heavens and myriad worlds. You ants are not worthy to be my opponents."

Ye Ming sneered repeatedly, and his figure flashed.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

A large hand, like an eagle's claw, reached for the other's throat.

"No... have mercy..."

The middle-aged man was terrified and begged for mercy desperately.

However, how could Ye Ming show any mercy?

He snorted coldly and clenched his fist tightly.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the middle-aged man's throat bone shattered instantly.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Ye Ming.

The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground and remained silent.

"Red King!" "Lord Red King!"

Upon seeing this, the members of the Red-Clothed Cult were filled with wails of agony.

Some were so frightened that they wet themselves and turned to run away.

"A bunch of useless trash! You throw your weapons and armor at the sight of a strong enemy. Do you even deserve to be disciples of my Red Robe Sect?"

An old voice suddenly rang out above the castle.

Everyone looked up and saw an old man wearing a crimson monk's robe floating in mid-air.

His hair and beard were all white, and his eyes were like lightning.

A terrifying aura surrounded him, like a demon from hell.

"Red King!" "Sir!"

Upon seeing this, the members of the Red-Clothed Cult felt as if they had seen a savior and knelt down in worship.

"Your Excellency, please forgive us! We are incompetent and have disgraced the Red-Clothed Cult!"

"annihilate this madman and avenge Lord Red King!"

"Red King? Heh, so you're that so-called cult leader? You're nothing special."

Ye Ming looked up, his eyes filled with disdain.

In his view, although the old man had some skill, he was nothing more than a frog in a well.

"Boy, do you really think you can act arrogantly in front of me with your meager skills?"

The Crimson King snorted coldly and his figure blurred.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Ming.

A withered hand emerged from the monk's robe and pressed down on Ye Ming's head.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave surged out, distorting and deforming the space itself.

It seemed as if they wanted to grind Ye Ming into dust.

Faced with this sudden attack, Ye Ming neither dodged nor evaded.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to embarrass yourself like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly looked up.

boom!

With a loud bang, the Crimson King's palm slammed heavily into Ye Ming's forehead.

But to his shock, he didn't move an inch.

On the contrary, the Crimson King's palm cracked inch by inch, and blood splattered everywhere.

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