Ye Kunlun quickly moved, sealing the vital acupoints on Nalan Mingyue's chest and holding her in his arms.
The curse within Chief Kui's body was also temporarily suppressed by him.
The strange glint in Kui's eyes receded, and he looked at Ye Kunlun with a hint of fear. "King Shanhe, I just..."
"The curse within you is temporarily suppressed. The golden needles in your body cannot be moved for now!"
Saying that, Ye Kunlun, holding Nalan Mingyue, prepared to leave.
As soon as he exited the tent, he was surrounded by over a dozen barbarian warriors. King Beijiang stared at Ye Kunlun with a cold sneer.
"Ye Kunlun, you won't leave here alive today!"
King Beijiang knew he had lost Kui as an ally, but fortunately, he had prepared a backup.
Many among the barbarians had been bought over by him.
"Brothers of the barbarian tribe, your new chief Kui has betrayed the barbarians and the Black God!"
King Beijiang roared, inciting the barbarian warriors. "Now, he has been punished by the Black God's curse, and it is all because of the person before you!"
"Kill him! Kill him, and the Black God will forgive your sins!"
It had to be said that King Beijiang's words were highly inflammatory.
Coupled with the fact that the barbarians had lived here for generations and worshipped the Black God, calling them ignorant would not be an exaggeration!
Hoo hoo—
The barbarian warriors stared at Ye Kunlun, ferocity in their eyes.
At the same time, a faint power of misfortune emanated from them.
In Ye Kunlun's eyes, thousands of black threads, the very embodiment of misfortune, coiled around them.
He narrowed his eyes and shot a cold glance at King Beijiang. "I had intended to spare your life, but it seems you are truly tired of living!"
King Beijiang gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Kunlun fiercely. "Today is your death day. Go—kill him!"
With King Beijiang's command, over a dozen barbarian warriors charged directly at Ye Kunlun.
They were tall and powerful, their bodies filled with explosive strength, charging towards Ye Kunlun like moving fortresses!
A killing intent flashed in Ye Kunlun's eyes. He let out a cold snort, and the barbarian closest to him exploded into a mist of blood.
But—
The barbarian warriors seemed to know no fear; none of them retreated.
In the blink of an eye, someone had reached Ye Kunlun, extending a powerful arm and striking towards Ye Kunlun's chest!
"Scram!"
Ye Kunlun's killing intent was fully ignited.
His voice carried a terrifying mental attack. The barbarian stiffened, confusion appearing in his eyes.
The next second, his head lolled to the side, and he fell to the ground, dead!
Ye Kunlun held Nalan Mingyue. Although he had sealed her wounds, he could not exert himself too much; he needed to return to the Beijiang War Department as soon as possible.
With every step Ye Kunlun took forward, any barbarian within three meters of him would turn into a mist of blood!
Yet, the barbarians pressed on, fearless of death!
From a distance, King Beijiang watched Ye Kunlun with a faint smile. The lives of the barbarians meant nothing to him!
Boom boom—
Two more barbarians exploded into a mist of blood.
Ye Kunlun's body swayed slightly, and he instantly appeared before King Beijiang, his voice as cold as ice. "You deserve to die!"
As soon as Ye Kunlun finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly softened. A pair of bone-like hands grabbed his ankles and forcefully dragged him underground!
In an instant, Ye Kunlun was half-buried in the earth!
"Ye Kunlun!" King Beijiang's face contorted into a sinister smile, his voice hoarse. "It is you who deserves to die!"
Ye Kunlun met King Beijiang's gaze. The now black and white pupils had turned pitch black, burning with black flames.
Ye Kunlun's heart skipped a beat. It turned out King Beijiang had long been controlled by the Black God, becoming its puppet!
Whoosh—
He was engulfed in azure flames, and a piercing scream emanated from the depths of the earth.
Ye Kunlun leaped, returning to the ground.
Swish swish swish—
Countless threads of misfortune, like myriad strands, converged from all directions, attempting to bind Ye Kunlun!
However, the black threads of misfortune, upon touching the azure flames on Ye Kunlun's body, crackled like water meeting scalding oil.
Ye Kunlun knew very well that the King Beijiang before him was already controlled by the Black God's power.
At this moment, the King Beijiang before him was no longer the King Beijiang of old, but a devout follower completely dominated by the Black God.
Black flames burned in his eyes, and terrifying power of misfortune emanated from his body!
The power of misfortune coalesced in his hand into a dark spear, which burned with black flames.
"Ye Kunlun, you self-righteous fool, how dare you challenge the power of the Black God?" King Beijiang sneered. "You are merely a mortal, how can you resist the Black God's power of misfortune?"
"Today, I will let you witness the power of a god!"
King Beijiang's voice was filled with arrogance.
Ye Kunlun did not reply. He took a deep breath, and the azure flames on his body blazed fiercely.
Simultaneously, bolts of lightning crackled around him, and a thunderblade condensed in his hand!
The next second, Ye Kunlun swung the thunderblade towards King Beijiang.
King Beijiang roared and thrust his spear at Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun's movement technique was exceptionally agile. As he wielded the thunderblade, his figure instantly vanished from his original spot, reappearing moments later, his blade's energy cutting through the air towards King Beijiang.
Meanwhile, the spear in King Beijiang's hand shifted unpredictably, slithering like a venomous snake to counter Ye Kunlun's thunderblade.
"Hahaha!" King Beijiang let out a wild laugh, the power of misfortune on him growing stronger.
"Ye Kunlun, don't you understand yet? The Black God's power is irresistible in this land! No one can resist it!"
"Is that so?" Ye Kunlun snorted coldly.
The azure flames on his body burned brighter and hotter. Wherever the flames spread, the black threads of misfortune were incinerated, leaving behind only a sea of roaring azure flames.
Though King Beijiang's words were arrogant, he was extremely wary of Ye Kunlun's azure flames!
Suddenly, he failed to dodge in time and was struck on his left shoulder by the thunderblade.
Instantly, the azure flames, mixed with lightning, engulfed his entire left shoulder.
Ah!!
King Beijiang let out a piercing scream, his face etched with pain.
Ye Kunlun, holding Nalan Mingyue in one arm and his blade in the other, slowly approached. Facing King Beijiang, his gaze was utterly indifferent.
"The Black God's power is nothing more than this."
Ye Kunlun looked coldly at King Beijiang, seeing him as nothing more than a dead man in his eyes.
"You, you cannot possibly defeat a god..."
King Beijiang retorted, his face contorted with ferocity.
He gritted his teeth and directly severed his own left arm, the pain causing him to gasp.
"To think that the Beijiang King, considered the most useless among the Twelve Kings, actually possesses some ferocity."
A playful glint appeared in Ye Kunlun's eyes. "Unfortunately, you are no match for me. Even with a portion of the Black God's power, you are like an ant in my eyes!"
Whoosh—
The King Beijiang, having severed his own arm, fled towards the direction of the barbarian temple.
Ye Kunlun let out a cold snort, and his azure flames transformed into a sword, pursuing him!
Ah ah ah—
Piercing screams echoed from the distance...