Young Martial God

He deliberately looked down the cliff.    

Bang!    

The sky was filled with blood and Qi, causing his face to turn pale. He staggered back a few steps. His body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with shock.    

His two eyes trembled as he looked at the cliff in shock.    

Where is this?    

That blood energy just now made him feel as if he was in a sea of blood, a mountain of corpses, his mind on the verge of collapse.    

"This place is called Blood Valley." Ling Mooh seemed to have turned a deaf ear to Ye Zhi's reaction, and he stood at the side and said indifferently, "All the disciples of our sect will be tossed here because of battle, missions, and other things."    

"In the long run, there are over a million disciples of the Tyrant Spirit Sect buried here, from the outer chambers, to the direct descendants, and even the elders."    

"Because they were defeated and died in the long journey of martial arts, they are weak."    

Ling Mooh turned around and looked at Ye Zhi coldly. "No matter what the reason is, if they die, they will lose. No one will sympathize with them because they are the weak."    

"And the strong will not die."    

"The Blood Valley is the tomb of the defeated North of our sect."    

"The defeated North, the weak..."    

Ye Zhi's mind was blank. Ling Mooh's voice was like the sound of a devil, causing his heart to tremble. Shock surged into his heart.    

"Weak, you are weak."    

"Ye Zhi, you are a weak person. You can't even protect your sister. " You are weak, "Ye Zhi said.    

"Why are you still alive? Jump, it's over."    

"Jump, you don't need to boil it after you jump."    

Jump, jump... "    

A sinister and terrifying voice sounded in Ye Zhi's ears. This voice seemed to have the power to penetrate one's heart, causing bits of the past to appear in Ye Zhi's mind. Endless pain surged into his heart, and he was drowned in the demonic sound.    

"I'm a weakling. I can't protect elder sister. I even need to find an excuse to escape when I like someone."    

"Damn it."    

Ye Zhi's eyes were filled with pain and unwillingness. He walked towards the edge of the cliff in a daze.    

Ling Mooh stood by the side and watched Ye Zhi's actions coldly.    

Ye Zhi, don't do this.    

Ye Zhi slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, as if his mind was completely drowned. He only wanted to jump down.    

When Ye Zhi's foot was close to the edge, Ling Mooh's eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth and helplessly shut it.    

If he couldn't even pass this trial, he would only be able to fill the blood valley after entering the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

Ling Mooh stared at Ye Zhi's face and looked forward to seeing him again.    

However, when Ye Zhi lifted his foot and walked out of the cliff, Ling Mooh helplessly closed his eyes.    

Sigh!    

He sighed.    

Perhaps he was looking forward to it too much.    

"What's going on?" After a long time, there was no sound. Ling Mooh was startled, and a hint of joy welled up in his heart.    

He suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was Ye Zhi's foot floating in the air. His other foot was still at the edge of the cliff.    

However, at this moment, Ye Zhi's eyes were full of determination.    

He stared at the bottom of the cliff fearlessly. Facing the thick blood energy, his expression was calm.    

It was as if he was enjoying the baptism of blood energy.    

At the last moment, he understood.    

The so-called heart of a martial artist was not stubborn and stubborn, going against one's original heart.    

Rather, it went straight, not affected by external factors.    

Regardless of right or wrong, as long as one's heart went in the direction, no one could stop it.    

This was the true heart of a martial artist.    

After a long time, Ye Zhi slowly retracted his feet and turned back to look at Ling Mooh. He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, your master."    

Finally, Ling Mooh showed a satisfied smile. "No need to thank me. You defeated yourself."    

"This way, you can stay in Tyrant Spirit Sect, and what you will face will be even crueler than what you just experienced."    

Ye Zhi was startled.    

Then, he looked at Ling Mooh with great joy and said with a trembling voice, "Your highness, do you mean that I can enter the Tyrant Spirit Sect?"    

"You'll understand in a while. Let's go." Ling Mooh did not want to tell the truth. He just smiled and raised his hand to lead Ye Zhi to the largest palace in the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

Ye Zhi was overjoyed. Although Ling Mooh didn't point it out, his intention was obvious. He wanted to get used to the life here in the future, which meant that he had the right to enter the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

He was high up in the sky. He looked back at the cliff that was slowly disappearing, and a smile appeared on his face.    

Blood Valley is not my world.    

My world is at its peak.    

"Tyrannical Spirit Hall."    

Ye Zhi landed on the ground and stared at the magnificent building in front of him in shock.    

Facing the hall, he seemed to see a mighty warrior who looked down on everything in the world.    

"You are really lucky this time. This is the first time that the Tyrant Spirit Sect has ever seen someone like you." Before entering the grand hall, Ling Mooh said to Ye Zhi.    

"What does Lord Ling mean..." Ye Zhi was confused.    

After following Ling Mooh into the hall, Ye Zhi's heart tightened.    

There were already six people in the hall.    

On the main seat, there was a middle-aged man in a golden robe. His eyes were shining like a god. Ye Zhi could not hold back his fear when he looked at him. He wanted to kneel down and pay his respects.    

Holding his mind and resisting the pressure of the will, Ye Zhi gritted his teeth and faced the man's bright golden eyes. His body seemed relaxed.    

My Martial Dao is respected by me. Even if you are a Martial Highness, you can't break my will.    

Ye Zhi's eyes were about to split open, and his brain was buzzing. It was even stronger than the feeling at the edge of the Blood Valley. His mind was on the verge of collapse under the pressure.    

He kept his mind in check. He would rather not give in and not give in.    

Very quickly, he seemed to see a hint of surprise flash across the man's face. Then, that terrifying pressure disappeared without a trace.    

Ye Zhi let out a long sigh of relief. In that instant, it was as if he had experienced life and death.    

Could this person be a Expert of Tranquil Stage?    

Ye Zhi's heart palpitated as he looked at the man.    

His Highness also had five elders sitting in the hall. All of them gave off surging energies. Standing in the hall, Ye Zhi looked as if he was in purgatory.    

"They are Sect and the Sixth Elder."    

Ling Mooh had already sat down. He spoke to Ye Zhi through the air.    

"Sect and the Sixth Elder of Tyrant Spirit Sect?" While Ye Zhi was shocked, a wisp of confusion arose in his heart. What exactly has caused such a commotion in the Tyrant Spirit Sect?    

"You're Ye Zhi?"    

The man in the golden robe was also Sect of the Tyrant Spirit Sect, and he spoke coldly to Ye Zhi.    

His voice reached the bottom of his heart, making Ye Zhi's heart tremble. It was as if he had been seen through by the man.    

"Yes."    

Ye Zhi took a deep breath and said.    

"As one of the elders, Chestnut Leng is very important to our sect. When he left, he said something."    

"Regardless of life or death, as long as someone shows up with his token, that person will be the successor and also a direct disciple of the Tyrant Spirit Sect."    

That person's solemn voice echoed in the hall, causing Ye Zhi's mind to go blank.    

A direct disciple?    

At this time, he understood.    

It was all because of that token and those words.    

He would become a direct disciple of the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

Only then did he understand what Ling Mooh had meant before he entered the hall.    

Being a direct disciple just because of a token was undoubtedly a stroke of luck. This was the first time Ye Zhi was surprised, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.    

If it was in the past, he might be very happy when he heard this news.    

But after passing through the Blood Valley, he only felt heavy pressure.    

Become a direct disciple?    

What would others think?    

If this news were to spread, he would undoubtedly become the center of attention of the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

At that time, trouble would come one after another.    

The higher one stood, the harder he fell. He could not even turn his body.    

What Ling Mooh said earlier made him mentally prepared.    

Here, as an outsider, he became a Successor Disciple step by step. It would be fine if he really had the strength. But now, from the looks of it, a mere Sixth Rank of Metamorphosis Stage would not be able to put up a good show in the sect.    

What if...    

Ye Zhi felt a headache just thinking about it.    

Although one was most afraid of looking left and right when it came to cultivating martial arts, one would be an idiot if one insisted on doing it despite knowing that it was impossible.    

"You will be the only person in the history of the Tyrant Spirit Sect to become a direct disciple." The man spoke coldly without any ripples in his voice.    

Ye Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "Sect, can I refuse?"    

Reject?    

In the hall, the Sixth Elder and even Ling Mooh looked at Ye Zhi in shock.    

Although they were quite dissatisfied, everyone knew about the last words of Chestnut Leng. They had also been recognized. They could just treat it as a Successor Disciple.    

But now, Ye Zhi had refused again?    

Rejecting to be a direct descendant disciple. If this matter were to spread, it would probably be laughed at by others.    

The identity of a direct disciple of the Tyrant Spirit Sect was actually rejected by someone.    

An elder looked at Ye Zhi with displeasure and said, "What do you think a direct descendant disciple is? Can you reject him just because you want to?"    

His sharp words carried a terrifying suppressive force as he pounced on Ye Zhi.    

Ye Zhi's body trembled slightly and he let out a muffled groan.    

He endured the suppression and turned his gaze towards Sect.    

Sect looked at Ye Zhi with some surprise, and then waved his hand. "As a cultivator of Unforgetful Stage, isn't it embarrassing to put pressure on a junior?"    

The elder withdrew his pressure, but his expression was still unhappy.    

Ling Mooh stared at Ye Zhi. He did not know whether to call him stupid or praise him for his courage.    

"You still know how to refuse!" Sect stared at Ye Zhi. There was a hint of mockery on his cold face. "But do you think you have a choice?"    

Ye Zhi smiled bitterly. "No, I don't think so."    

"Isn't it over? Accept this identity well." Sect's expression was the same as before. He said calmly, "But this Successor Disciple's identity is not simple."    

Ye Zhi thought, "Sure enough, there is no such cheap luck in the world!    

"At most three months. No one will touch you during this period. But after this period, you will face the laws of Tyrant Spirit Sect and die. Or you will lose your identity as a Successor Disciple and fall into an inner disciple, an outer disciple."    

Ye Zhi's heart tightened. Although he still didn't understand the rules of the Tyrant Spirit Sect, it must be very cruel.    

However, what made him relax a little was that there were still three months left. Although three months was a little tight, it was still enough for him to increase his cultivation.    

"Ling Mooh, take him away." Sect looked at Ling Mooh and said calmly.    

"Yes, Sect."    

Ling Mooh nodded and walked towards Ye Zhi. "Let's go."    

Ye Zhi looked at Sect. In his cold eyes, he turned around and left with Ling Mooh.    

After he left, Sect glanced at the five elders and said coldly, "How do you feel?"    

"He is too arrogant. Tsk, even if he was given half a year or even a year, he would not be able to keep his identity as a Successor Disciple." The elder who spoke earlier had a mocking expression on his face.    

Not necessarily. This person is only around fifteen years old. To be able to possess such strength, although there is still some distance between him and the Successor Disciple. However, being an inner disciple is not a problem. " Furthermore, he is a Spirit Wielding Cultivator. It's not impossible for him to reach the One Thought Stage realm in just three months. " Another elder said.