Chapter 4602: Kill for Me

“Have mercy!”

The Patriarch’s voice, tinged with urgency, echoed. As he spoke, a surge of energy emanated from within the sect, countering the Old Mountain Demon’s pressure and forming a protective shield for the disciples.

Upon seeing the Patriarch and the Elders arrive, the diciples finally felt relieved and their faces shone with excitement.

They believed their Patriarch could confront the Old Mountain Demon. Even if he couldn’t win, their combined strength would deter him. The Old Mountain Demon will not get away so easily!

Seeing the arrival of more people, the Old Mountain Demon snorted, withdrawing his pressure. His voice, filled with dominance, rang out. “I have no patience for talk. Bring me the children and the beast, or I’ll begin a massacre!”

“Our sect has always been peaceful with yours. Why are you here, bullying our disciples? Do you think we don’t have anyone in our sect?” The Patriarch, humiliated in front of his people, struggled to maintain composure.

“I only want the children and the beast! Refuse, and you’ll face the consequences!” Old Mountain Demon growled.

“You know their origins. Do you dare to harm them? Aren’t you afraid of Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu’s wrath?” The Patriarch invoked Feng Jiu’s name as a threat.

“Hahahahahaha! Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu? Where is she? I’d like to meet her and see if she’s as powerful as they say. But where is she? Tell her to come out!” Old Mountain Demon sneered. “If you can’t summon her, hand over the children!”

“You!”

The Patriarch glared, his fists clenched. He dared not attack, but he also refused to yield. To surrender in front of his disciples and outsiders would be a devastating humiliation.

“It seems that if I don’t show you some of my prowess, you’ll never bring anyone out,” TheOld Mountain Demon said as a bloodthirsty smile emerged as he uttered two words coldly: “Kill them!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill, kill, kill!”

The cries echoed, sending shivers through the crowd. Almost instantly, the Black Mountain Sect members surged forward, attacking the sect’s disciples.

The clash erupted, swords clashing, shouts and screams filling the air. The smell of blood began to permeate the air as blood flowed like a river.

Seeing the melee, the Patriarch led his people into the fray, determined to protect his disciples.

Old Mountain Demon watched, then hummed, his black cloak billowing as energy surged from him. He revealed his hands, previously hidden beneath the cloak…