Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, "On the verge of the War Emperor Warrior? Then I won’t let you conveniently break through to the War Emperor Realm."

His wrist moved slightly, and the Flying Sword in his hand glimmered with cold light, flashing with an overwhelming sharpness.

The Sha Lord’s heart stirred; this Huaxia youth was truly impervious to persuasion.

"Why do you insist on this? What deep-seated hatred is there between us that cannot be resolved? It’s merely that our Ren Sha Sect’s subordinate, the Rooster Gang, coveted your Yanglong Pharmaceutical. I’m willing to compensate for whatever losses they’ve caused!"

The Sha Lord’s tone carried a hint of submission.

He felt thoroughly aggrieved—this young man had stormed into his Ren Sha Sect, killed numerous disciples, and even his elders and Great Elder had all perished by his hand.

Now, he still had to appease this youth, even offering compensation.

"No losses were caused; they hadn’t even had the chance to attack Yanglong Pharmaceutical." Ye Qingfeng shook his head.

The Sha Lord almost spat blood in exasperation. Since the Rooster Gang hadn’t attacked your Yanglong Pharmaceutical, why are you still relentlessly pursuing this?

You’ve destroyed the Rooster Gang, and then stormed into Ren Sha Mountain to slay so many of my disciples and elders.

"What do you want? So many of my elders are dead, even the Great Elder died by your hand, and I don’t mind anymore, yet you still persist?"

The Sha Lord’s tone now held a trace of anger, a glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and black energy surged around him.

With the Sha Lord’s anger, the entire cave seemed to drop in temperature, becoming gloomy and cold. Fear aroused in the iron cage, causing the group of girls to involuntarily shiver.

"Heh, relentless, am I? I’m used to it." Ye Qingfeng looked down slightly, smiling softly, "The law of the jungle—isn’t that something you should already understand?"

The Sha Lord, shrouded in black energy, couldn’t help but twitch his brow. He had never encountered a young man like this before, who understood the principles of the Martial Artist World so deeply.

The essence of the Martial Artist World—strength reigns supreme, the weak are prey for the strong—this should be slowly comprehended after wandering for decades.

Of course, the Sha Lord did not know that Ye Qingfeng was once the God of Kill who roamed the Cultivation World, more familiar with the jungle law than anyone.

"Enough! Since you’re set on seeking death, I’ll grant it to you. Full of talent, yet clueless about retreating, unaware of how excessive rigidity leads to breaking—allow me to show you what real power is."

The Sha Lord finally erupted in fury, suddenly standing up, the black energy around him boiling violently.

"Evil Demon Box!"

A hoarse voice shouted, and instantly, streams of black energy surged from the Sha Lord’s body, like ghosts, bursting forth.

These streams of black energy seemed endless, in an instant, filling the entire cave, emitting eerie and tragic cries, howling continuously in the air.

This terrifying black energy made the whole cave akin to a living hell, surrounded by wailing evil spirits, while the girls huddled in the corners, overwhelmed with fear.

"You sought death, so let me allow you to experience my Evil Demon Box, and perish amidst the terror! Haha!"

The Sha Lord’s maniacal cold laughter echoed.

"Foolish!!" Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword vanished into the air.

Despair!

Every girl in the cage was filled with a sense of despair.

The Sha Lord was simply too terrifying, appearing like an invincible ghost god in their eyes.

At that moment, they all felt they were in Hell.

"Can that guy really defeat this devil?" Yu Xiaoxiao’s heart too quivered with fear.

Surrounded by endless black shadows and chilling waves of cold, how could she not be afraid?

Despite the black energy rushing at him and howling as if it wanted to tear him apart, Ye Qingfeng remained standing calmly, with his black hair wildly dancing in the airwaves.

This demeanor seemed as if the youth was frightened witless by the scene.

However, within the Sha Lord’s heart, there was a random thump; he refused to believe this youth would submit so easily.

"Daylight Slash!"

At that moment, a soft voice gently arose.

What did he say? Ye Qingfeng was speaking in Huaxia Language, which the Sha Lord could not comprehend, causing his heart to skip a beat, his pupils shrinking, wondering where that youth’s sword was.

Just as the Sha Lord intended to speak, raising his hand, his entire body suddenly froze.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the Sha Lord’s body exploded, a speck of cold light pierced through him, instantly radiating light throughout the entire cave.

Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword returned to his side, and as the Sha Lord’s body exploded, endless black energy scattered, losing control, wreaking madly.

The darkness, the cold, the entire cave appeared terrifying beyond measure, swallowed entirely by darkness.

At this point, Little Yue stood up; although the black energy seemed terrifyingly powerful, without the Sha Lord’s control, it had lost much of its power, merely covering a larger area.

Yet, for the girls in the iron cage, it was different; while the black energy initially targeted Ye Qingfeng under the Sha Lord’s command, now, it attacked indiscriminately, though weakened significantly, it still posed a threat to them.

Watching the black energy swallow them, the group of girls plunged into darkness, eerily terrifying, with screams of ten thousand ghosts echoing around.

Everything around was dark, making these girls hold each other, trembling and unable to stifle their screams.

Yu Xiaoxiao too huddled in a corner, fear spreading through her heart.

"Condense!"

Suddenly, a clear and resounding shout pierced through, momentarily refreshing the girls’ minds.

Subsequently, they felt the surrounding black energy begin to wane, converging towards one direction at a frantic pace.

As the black energy dissipated, the girls gradually saw the scene before them: the endless black energy engulfing the cave was consolidating strand by strand towards the youth’s hand.

In his hand was a fist-sized, radiantly black bead, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

Ten minutes later, all the Human Evil Breath within the cave had been gathered by Ye Qingfeng, converging into the black bead in his hand.

Even Ye Qingfeng’s eyebrows twitched slightly, a gleam of joy in his eyes; he could sense the energy within this mass of Human Evil Breath.

It consisted of countless Ren Sha Sect disciples, many elders, a Junior War King Great Elder, and lastly, a Sha Lord on the brink of becoming a War Emperor Warrior—all those years of Cultivation of Human Evil Breath.