Chapter 955: An Art That Can Devour Yin Souls (1/2)

As they traveled, Huang Xiaolong asked Zhao Yucheng about matters related to the upcoming Ghost Refining Sect Master succession ceremony. Although what Zhao Yucheng knew was limited, from their conversation, Huang Xiaolong was able to gather that it wasn't just the Spiriting Demon Gates that received the order, other first rank forces also received it.

To Huang Xiaolong, this was a piece of good news.

The higher the number of people who attended, the less conspicuous Huang Xiaolong would be, increasing his chances of rescuing the Ascending Moon Old Man.

Two days later, led by Zhao Yucheng, Huang Xiaolong arrived at the Spiriting Demon Gates.

One thing he did not expect was the fact that the Spiriting Demon Gates was built in the middle of a primeval forest. Clusters of high and low buildings weaved between ancient towering trees.

The Spiriting Demon Gates prohibited outsiders from entering their grounds, but with Zhao Yucheng’s Elder status, those patrolling Spiriting Demon Gates disciples dared not block their way. Although they dared not block Zhao Yucheng and Huang Xiaolong’s way, one of them was sent to quickly inform the Elder on duty.

Thus, a short while after Huang Xiaolong appeared in the Spiriting Demon Gates, a figure flew toward them from their front, halting Zhao Yucheng and Huang Xiaolong in their steps.

This person blocking their path wore the same Spiriting Demon Gates' Elder robe as Zhao Yucheng’s. He had a bear of a figure with a long face and small eyes. His face truly resembled a giraffe’s face.

“Du Yuan, what is the meaning of this?!” Zhao Yucheng’s face darkened in an instant, speaking in a low threatening tone.

Ever since Zhao Yucheng injured this Du Yuan in the last Spiriting Demon Gates internal competition, they had been butting heads everywhere.

Du Yuan chuckled, laced with menace as he glanced at Huang Xiaolong before turning back to Zhao Yucheng, saying, “Zhao Yucheng, it’s not like you don’t know that our Spiriting Demon Gates prohibits outsiders from entering the grounds unless they have the Patriarch or Ancestor’s token.”

Zhao Yucheng’s expression turned ugly.

Du Yuan turned to Huang Xiaolong again, his voice hardened, “Brat, you’ve heard me! Without the Patriarch or the Ancestor’s token, no outsider is allowed to enter our Spiriting Demon Gates, you can get lost now. Otherwise you’re deliberately trespassing into our Spiriting Demon Gates’ territory, you know the consequences!”

Get lost!

Hearing Du Yuan actually telling Huang Xiaolong to get lost, Zhao Yucheng became ashen, anxiously interjecting, “Du Yuan, you…! This Senior is here to see our Patriarch and Ancestor, immediately give way!”

Du Yuan laughed instead at Zhao Yucheng’s words, “Huh, what did you say? Just this skinny brat wants to see our Patriarch and Ancestor? Zhao Yucheng, do you think any stray cats or dogs you bring inside are qualified to meet with our Patriarch and Ancestor?”

At this time, Huang Xiaolong who had been quiet so far suddenly raised his hand and made a grabbing motion with his fingers. An overpowering force pulled Du Yuan right up to Huang Xiaolong, lifted into the air by his neck.

Du Yuan was outraged and shocked at the same time, but his body’s godforce was suppressed by an unknown force, unable to struggle at all.

“You mongrel, release me now, how dare you come to my Spiriting Demon Gates...” Du Yuan roared, but before he could finish what he wanted to say, Huang Xiaolong exerted some force, crushing his neck. Subsequently, strands of godforce flowed into his body, shattering Du Yuan’s godhead, erasing him from existence.

Without another look, Huang Xiaolong threw the body to the side.

The Spiriting Demon Gates’ patrolling disciples were dumbfounded seeing a corpse wearing the Elder robes falling down on them. All of them were frozen in place from shock, forgetting to react.

Zhao Yusheng was pale as a corpse, it happened so fast that it failed to register in his brain until it was too late.

“Go on.” Huang Xiaolong nudged Zhao Yucheng.

“Yes yes yes, Se-Senior, please, please, this way!” Zhao Yucheng snapped back to his senses, nodding fearfully, feeling flustered.