Chapter 787 Antipathy of Trouble (2/2)
When Ji Yanran heard this, she grabbed Han Sen's ear and angrily exclaimed, ”You are not allowed to see her!”
”Why?” Han Sen strained to say, under agonizing pain.
”You are simply not allowed; there is no why.” Ji Yanran nibbled her lips.
Han Sen, seeing her beautiful face, quickly turned her over. Another storm raged.
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Inside the sanctuary, a man ascended a mountain. After he reached the halfway point, a group of men barred his passage and prevented further travel.
”Friend, do you know what this place is?” The leader, with a scar across his face, coldly laughed at the man.
”I do not know.” The man raised his head and cast a glance back towards the scarred man.
The scarred man now saw the other's face clearly. He looked young and possessed a babyface, but one that was partially veiled by a bushy moustache. His eyes were honest and large, and when you saw them, maintaining a front of intimidation became much more difficult.
The scarred man's face appeared softer, and so he calmly said, ”This is Heaven Valley. It is the territory of our Angel Shelter. Your uninhibited passage can be granted for the price of one mutant beast soul.”
”But I do not have any mutant beast souls,” the babyfaced man said in response.
”Then you will have to traverse a portion of the Black Desert or scale Death Mountain,” the scarred man told the traveler.
Heaven Valley possessed the only fair-footed throughway to where he wished to go. It was skirted by Death Mountain and the Black Desert on either side; if you could not traverse this road, any detour would take many more months. Death was much more likely to find those who ventured in such treacherous places.
”But that will take a long time,” the babyfaced man said.
”Is this the face of concern? If you want to continue this way, hand over a mutant beast soul,” the man with a scar on his face said.
”Well, what about if I kill you? What if I killed you all? If I did that, would I still be required to pay? Or would this toll of yours be forfeit?” The babyfaced man looked upon the other and spoke with a stern, serious face.
”Hahaha!” Scarface and those that accompanied him did not take the threat seriously, and so they all burst out laughing.
Angel Shelter belonged to Angel Gene, otherwise known as the Zhao family. Any that sought to venture there and offended them were either foolish or insane.
They thought the babyfaced man did not even know what Angel Gene was, and they just believed him to be an arrogant and pitiable man.
The next second, the babyfaced man waved his hand. As he did so, an invisible blade shot through the air. He began stepping forward, and as each foot returned to the ground, a person's head was launched through the air.
By the time the babyfaced man had managed to pass their roadblock, none were left alive. They all lay dead, scattered and crumpled on the ground.
”I am not fond of killing, but I have antipathy of trouble. I am sorry for this.” The babyfaced man's eyes still looked clean, not dirty or tainted with the regret or pleasure of murder. Onwards through Heaven Valley he went.