C38 (2/2)
The red-clothed old man gave a few light laughs and said darkly, ”Kid, you actually know the name of our ancestor.” The Spirit Sword Sect Patriarch had heard of this when he was still in the Mystic Moon Empire. Alright, since you know the most, it's up to you to answer. Whose mansion is this, and where are the most precious treasures? ”
At the side, Little Tianfeng was also curiously listening attentively. He came here at just the right time, so he knew nothing about this place.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He said respectfully, ”According to the information I received from the sect, this place should be the residence of the Grand Duke of the Satan Dynasty, Yuwen Bo.” As for the most precious items, they should be placed in the palace. As for their position, it should be in the northwest region. ”
”Hehe, very good, very good.” Having obtained the information he wanted, the Patriarch was in a good mood and let out a few sinister laughs.
He looked around at the majestic Mystic Core Palace and the Artifact Pavilion, then looked at the rest who had quite a bountiful harvest. The smile on his face grew even wider as he said, ”Since that's the case, let's all go with Ancestor and have a look at the treasures of the Grand Duke. Hehe, don't even think about escaping. You won't have the chance in front of the old ancestor. This guy just doesn't listen. ”
With that, the red-clothed old man threw the person he was holding onto the ground.
”Ouch.” After a painful groan, the person fell into a coma again. His squared face was still twisted slightly from the pain.
”Martial Uncle!” Wu Zihan was startled when he saw the man's face. Wu Zihan's body involuntarily tensed when he felt the old man's gaze on him. He was terrified of the old man's strength, so he didn't dare to neglect it in the slightest. He let the people beside him take his uncle master and lead the way.
Little Tian Feng narrowed his eyes as he looked at the leaving figure of the Patriarch. His heart grew heavy: A man with the strength of a Xuan Lord actually had no way to resist him. Could it be that he was already a Xuan Sect member? With his cruelty, no one would be able to survive. What should he do? Even if it was platinum, there wouldn't be a chance …
”Young master? ”Should we …” Seeing that the Patriarch hadn't noticed the two of them, Bai Mei signaled to Xiao Tian Feng in a low voice.
Lightly shaking his head, Little Tian Feng bitterly smiled and said, ”Follow along, there's no chance.”
After walking slowly for ten minutes, a magnificent building appeared before his eyes. Far away, through the open door, he saw two objects on the wide and heavy desk: a seal, a picture scroll of animal skin.
Looking at the two items, the blood-clothed ancestor's eyes were filled with greed. His body was like a falcon hunting for food as he charged into the grand hall.
”Bam!” A dull sound of collision suddenly rang out. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the Patriarch bounced back and then fell heavily onto the ground.
”Damn it!” Slowly getting up, the Patriarch ruthlessly shook his dizzy head a few times, wiped the blood from his forehead, and roared with red eyes. He raised his hand and a huge bloody palm appeared out of thin air.
”Boom …” The earth shook fiercely. Amidst the terrifying waves, all the buildings in the surrounding area were swept clean. The dust and dirt that filled the sky settled down, and everyone's eyes almost popped out from shock. Amongst the ruins of the ruins, the great hall still stood tall as ever. It was wrapped in a golden light, exuding a faint golden light that exuded a majestic aura.
”Damn it, damn it! ”The Patriarch doesn't believe that after all these years, this seal will still be able to stop him.” With crazed light shining from his blood-red eyes, the blood-robed ancestor soared into the sky. With a wave of his hand, palm imprints that filled the sky shot towards the grand hall. Although the palm print was not the size of a normal person's palm, the energy it contained was much more concentrated.
Endless tremors rang out, and those who were closer to the great hall were directly struck by the sound wave until they vomited blood and died. Even Little Tian Feng, who was the furthest away, couldn't help but reveal a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth as his face became deathly pale.
Looking at the palace, which was as stable as Mt. Tai amidst the torrential storm of attacks, Little Tianfeng's eyes were filled with deep worry: ”Later, when Ancestor Xue Yi's attacks have no effect, I'm afraid it'll be our turn to be unlucky …”