Chapter Seventy-Five: The Dark Ancestral Hall (Part 2)

  As soon as the golden light leopard's roar was heard, it bared its teeth and growled with a low, menacing rumble from deep within its throat, as if it might pounce at any moment.

  The middle-aged man with a slender figure next to the white-clothed young man who looked like an idiot, glanced at it and his eyes suddenly turned silver-white, like two scorching small suns, emitting endless light power, a terrible aura suddenly pressed over.

  The originally ferocious and terrifying Golden Qilin, after being glanced at indifferently by the slender middle-aged man's silver-white eyes, suddenly let out a 'whimper' and tucked its tail away, hiding behind Ye Han.

  Ye Han's eyebrows twitched, and his body suddenly moved to block the golden light. He immediately felt a terrifying, invisible force of intimidation rushing towards him. The spiritual power in his brow pulsed, and the two forces collided, scattering in all directions with a loud crash.

  The slender middle-aged man let out a soft "hmm" and gazed at Ye Han's face, his expression becoming profound and unfathomable. However, Ye Han could sense that in this instant, the slender middle-aged man seemed to have developed a subtle wariness and caution towards him, with even a hint of suspicion.

  Are they protecting something? Could it be that young man in white clothes?

  But at the same time, Ye Han was also secretly shocked in his heart.

  "What a terrifying aura, and yet with just his eyes, he was able to intimidate the Golden Light Qilin, such a ferocious beast. This slender middle-aged man must have cultivated an extremely fearsome eye technique. Moreover, looking at their positions, the others around him are probably no weaker than him. What is the identity of this seemingly mentally challenged white-clothed youth, that he has so many powerful experts protecting him?"

  Yehan's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but in his heart a storm had already been stirred up.

  With his current mental strength, this slender middle-aged man is absolutely a formidable master no less than the chaotic city lord. If the abilities of the few people beside him are also not inferior to his, then it's really too terrifying.

  Such a master, yet he only maintained the safety of that white-clothed youth, and the hidden positions that were arranged in secret actually surrounded him at the center, just like the stars surrounding the moon.

  The origin of this idiotic mentally handicapped white-clothed young man is probably extremely terrifying?!

  Having made up his mind, Ye Han didn't want to stir up any more trouble at this moment. He took a deep look at the tall and slender middle-aged man, as well as the white-clothed young man who was still staring blankly at the golden qilin, muttering "big dog" "big dog", surrounded by them. Ye Han prepared to leave.

  At this time, seeing Ye Han about to take away the "Big Yellow Dog", the white-clothed youth who was surrounded by everyone in the center immediately became anxious and shouted: "Big dog, big dog, Big Yellow Dog, I want Big Yellow Dog!"

  The slender middle-aged man was obviously the leader, and he looked at the silly white-clothed young man with a hint of doting and helplessness in his eyes. In the end, he still walked up slowly and came to Ye Han's front, cupped his hands and bowed, saying

  "This brother, my young master has taken a liking to this qilin of yours, I wonder how much it would take to sell it?!"

  His tone seemed to be consulting, but it carried a natural unquestionability, as if his words had to be accomplished once spoken, and others could not refuse.

  Ye Han looked at him and then slowly shook his head, saying in a decisive tone.

  "Sorry, this Pixiu is not for sale!"

  "How much do you need, we can pay."

  When Ye Han refused without hesitation, the slender middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and exuded an aura of authority that seemed to belong only to those in power.

  But for Ye Han, who was already a spiritual master with dragon power, such things could be completely ignored.

  He shook his head and said two words very affirmatively.

  "Not for sale!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him fell silent. In fact, everyone could see that this group of people was not ordinary, especially the white-clothed young man in the center who seemed stupid, and was likely to be even more powerful.

  To say nothing of the others, just that slender middle-aged man, who is not a person in control of great power, cannot have such a temperament. This is not something that can be cultivated overnight or even in a small city or a small force. Ye Han's refusal without hesitation made the people around him sweat for him in their hearts.

  "Friends, many friends, later on there will be many roads. My family's old master and the people of Baimon Imperial City also have some connections. The world is vast, maybe we'll meet again someday."

  That slender middle-aged man was obviously used to being in a high position, but unexpectedly, Ye Han actually refused his proposal again and again, even with his calm temperament, he got a bit angry.

  That's the difference between those who have great power and ordinary people, in their eyes they have already lowered themselves and made concessions one after another, but in fact, in other people's eyes, how much arrogance is unknown.

  These are two different levels of contradictions which are inherently incompatible.

  Ye Han also sneered, "So, you can't acquire it, and now you want to force a sale?"

  "Hmph, buying from you is giving you face, and we won't be cheated. We'll buy twice as much, don't think that just because you're a young master, you can toast without drinking, or you'll be punished with a penalty drink."

  At this time, seeing the two sides at a stalemate, a burly man standing next to the white-clothed young man, wearing cowhide armor and holding a large iron hammer, looked at Ye Han and suddenly said coldly.

  The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, and Ye Han's expression also turned cold. He was originally a fearless and lawless master, let alone not knowing the origin of this group of people, even if he knew, when it was time to take action, he would not have any mercy. Having the audacity to pull down an emperor from his horse, being a martial artist who broke the rules, from ancient times to the present, no one who could cultivate their fist technique to his level was ever lenient.

  From the ancient warlords who beheaded enemy generals on the battlefield to modern-day Republic's 'God of Guns' Li Shuwen, which one of Yang Luchan's wasn't a ruthless and decisive killer with more than one life lost at their hands.

  Ye Han's interest was piqued, and he didn't mind playing along.

  Unexpectedly, it was at this time that the silly white-clothed young man spoke up, his voice sticky and nasal, as he sniffled hard and said in a frightened tone.

  "Waguo uncle, Daru uncle, Emperor Ta only likes big yellow dog, you must not fight, don't kill that big brother, Lan aunt said taking people's things is not a good child."

  He said this when he was still very young, where did it look like a person who is about to become an adult? Obviously, it's just a five or six year old child whose mind is not fully developed yet.

  The people around couldn't help but shake their heads. What a good-looking face, who would have thought that beneath the surface was a fool.

  On the contrary, Ye Han looked at the white-clothed youth with a bit more sympathy, although his brain was a bit muddled, but after all, he still had a good heart.

  He was about to speak when the burly man with a rugged face, wearing leather armor and holding a massive iron hammer, looked at the white-clad youth who seemed somewhat frightened and said.

  "Alright, alright, Uncle Daru will spare his life, won't kill him..."

  Just as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly let out a loud roar, his expression becoming extremely ferocious. He abruptly turned around and shielded the white-clothed youth with his robust body, protecting him completely like a towering rock. Then, he couldn't say another word. A massive black light, resembling a wind blade that was impossible to describe, sliced over from the dark, formless void, cutting him in half...

  Suddenly, fresh blood splattered everywhere, flowing all over the white-clothed young man's body. His stupid and numb face stared at everything, stunned, then, after a moment, a shrill cry came from his mouth, "Uncle Daru..."

  The light just now was clearly directed at him, but it was blocked by this sturdy man called Daru and didn't hurt him in the slightest.

  The people around were all stunned by the sudden occurrence. It was still that tall and thin middle-aged man who reacted the fastest, roaring "Darlu..." before transforming into a white light and pouncing forward fiercely.

  "The Eighty-First Dark Path of the Black Ancestral Hall, Kayabu Daman Mantra Dark Path? Hurry, protect the young master."

  As soon as he finished speaking, three white light pillars like a brilliant sun burst into the sky, carrying destructive and terrifying pure power, suddenly surrounding the silly and foolish white-clothed youth in the middle.

  At the same time, an invisible dark wave rippled, as if the entire sky and earth had darkened.

  From the outside, it was a huge black mandala flower covering an area of over ten acres, emitting a sacred aura of death. The massive petals slowly closed in, enveloping the entire transmission array's location within them. A formless ripple emanated from within, rippling outward.

  "In the dark ancestral hall, under the command of the 'Ninety-Nine Eighty-One Killing Dao' of the Dark Mandala Killing Dao, listen to the order and kill the only legitimate son of the Great Brightness Sword Master of Guangming Peak, 'Dituo Daxi Gu'. Annihilate all present, not a single one will be left!"

  The invisible dark 'Mandala Killing Boundary' suddenly rang out a series of miserable cries, the invisible dark light was like a wind blade, crisscrossing, and more than a dozen people wearing black clothes with blood-colored mandala flower patterns on their bodies appeared in the space, amidst the emerging dark Mandala boundary.

  At this moment, the largest black light, like a giant blade, cut through the air, and its direction was shooting towards Ye Han's position...

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