C38 (1/2)

”Pfft!” He had already barely made a move earlier, and that immense aura immediately caused Little Tian Feng to cough out a mouthful of blood. His little face was as white as paper.

”Young Lord!” Little White Plum held onto Little Tianfeng, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Lightly shaking his head, Xiao Tian Feng suddenly saw an old man in a blood-red robe. The old man was carrying a person that was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

He didn't see the red-robed elder move, but in the next moment, he strangely appeared in the middle of the group.

”Tsk tsk, why aren't we fighting? Could it be that Ancestor has ruined your interest? ” A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the crowd, causing everyone's body to tremble and their scalps to go numb.

Such a strong cultivation! I'm afraid that even Uncle-Master is only mediocre. Also, where's Uncle-Master? Why aren't you rushing over?

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Zihan's forehead. Moreover, his attire reminded him of the famous expert from the Mystic Moon Empire. No, it should be a notorious expert. Because of the heaps of blood he caused in the Empire, he was able to get away scot-free due to his powerful cultivation. How could I be so unlucky as to run into him!

As if satisfied with his own deterrence, the red-clothed old man sinisterly smiled and said, ”Since everyone is unwilling to continue fighting, who can answer a few questions from Ancestor?”

Everyone shrunk back, but no one dared to speak up.

”What happened? No one answered?” Smiling sinisterly, the red-clothed old man said in a hoarse voice, ”Then, Ancestor, I need some people.”

Hearing the ancestor's words, everyone's heart tightened. Some of them even secretly took a step back.

Knowing that this old man was not a kind person, Little Tian Feng frowned and pulled Bai Mei behind him. Feeling the struggle in his hands, Little Tian Feng said in a low voice, ”Listen to me. At this time, a woman must hide behind a man!” Ignoring the hazy look in Bai Mei's eyes, Little Tian Feng quietly observed the red-clothed old man.

”You!” The red-clothed old man's triangular eyes stared at a thin figure within the crowd. He pointed with a withered finger, his voice still hoarse.

The thin man's expression turned miserable as he fell to his knees, kowtowing as he wailed, ”Please spare me, senior! This junior is from the Ash Wolf Gang …”

”So noisy!” With a light snort, the red-clothed old man opened his palm and retrieved the man who was kneeling on the ground. With a dull snort, a person who looked exactly the same as him turned into a pool of blood: ”Blue Wolf Gang? Which small force in the mud? ”Never heard of it!”

”You!” The red-clothed old man didn't pause at all. He pointed his finger at another person, and that person was the big fellow who had been jeering at Little Tian Feng earlier.

It's over, it's over. Death has pointed to me! The burly man trembled and broke out in a cold sweat. However, he did not dare to act like the previous person and said with a trembling voice, ”Senior, this time, we came to this relic under the leadership of Young Master Wu Zi Han. He is the ones who knows the best.

With that, he pointed at Wu Zihan, whose face was extremely ugly. At this time, he didn't care if he had offended Wu Zihan or not. It was more important that he protect his own life.

Feeling his gaze on himself, Wu Zihan felt as if countless ants were gnawing on his flesh, and his expression was as if his parents had died. He braced himself, clasped his hands, and said with great difficulty: ”You must be the famous ancestor of the Blood Cloth Empire, and I am Wu Zihan of the Spirit Sword Sect. Senior, what do you want to know? As long as Wu Zihan knows, he will tell me.”

”Ga Ga …”