Chapter 1154 - Remnants from the Royal Family of Great Yan VS Elite in the Dao of Heaven (1/2)

Boom!

The door was flung open. A group of Chinese martial artists strode in with the hot wind, which howled madly as these martial artists walked in.

Five powerful martial artists and three old men led the group who walked into the inn. The veins on their temples popped up. Their gazes were sharp like an eagle’s. There were two more middle-aged men with extraordinary elegance walking in behind them, and there was one ethereally beautiful woman walking behind them with a sword. She looked like an immortal.

“Who are you?!”

The red-clad Lamas who strode into the inn currently had the inn under control. When they saw that the people here had actually started fighting against their companions outside, they became incredibly angry. Without any other word, they pounced over, and their weapons sliced through the air.

“Hmph!”

The three old men’s eyes glowed coldly. They let out derisive snorts at the same time. These red-clad Lamas were nothing to them. Without hesitation, they rushed into the encirclement.

These three people faced more than ten Myth Realm elites, and a shocking scene appeared.

Most of the red-clad Lamas used sabers and swords. Sword forces and saber glares charged at the three old men, and they were fierce and ruthless. In an instant, they formed a formation, and the threat brought by it had caused the old follower at the later stage of Myth Realm quite a lot of trouble earlier. However, once the three old men rushed into the fray, they looked as if they entered a deserted land.

The three old men parried all the red-clad Lamas’ attacks.

At the moment the intersecting and fierce sword forces reached the old men, an invisible but gentle force was released from the old men. They easily changed the attack trajectory of the sword forces, and these sword forces crashed into the saber glares that attacked them from another side.

Ting!

Both were cancelled off in the air.

The three old men used the same method to negate the attacks. With calm expressions, they split into three fighting groups, and they moved about at ease.

Even though more red-clad Lamas joined the fray, the three old men did not have their faces turn red from exertion, and neither did they struggle to catch their breath. They did not spend much of their energy even when they fought against six to seven people alone. They even started laughing derisively. “Hahahaha! Hu Baiwan, are these the disciples who put into Prince Ming’s Temple? They don’t seem strong at all!”

Hu Baiwan said nothing, his expression was red with rage.

The remaining red-clad Lamas did not dare to join the fight readily. They guarded Hu Baiwan and stared at their people fighting against their own people with frowns on their faces.

“Shifting Stars… It truly is amazing.”

Silver Wolf, Phantasmal Shadow, and the other martial artists had already managed to identify who these three old men were.

No one else in the world aside from the sages of the Murong Clan were able to execute the principle of “I will deal with you the same way as you dealt with me” with such ease.

“I didn’t expect that the Murong Clan would send so many people over.”

“But it’s not strange either.” Phantasmal Shadow quickly cast a glance at the white-clad young man who remained seated by his table and stood out like a sore thumb. She sighed, and she spoke, her voice was projected only to her people. “The descendants of the Murong Clan have always carried the mission of restoring the Great Yan Dynasty. The quests from the clan are mostly centered around learning the martial arts in the world and gathering all sorts of divine weapons. The desert palace contains all sorts of treasures from the world, and the Murong Clan will not miss this opportunity.

“That Gusu’s Blue-robed Hero is already very outstanding. I didn’t expect that the Murong Clan would send more martial artists to go with him. By the looks of it, even Hu Baiwan might not be able to suppress the Murong Clan.”

“Yeah…” Wu Kuo and the others nodded behind her.

“Stop!”

Hu Baiwan finally spoke. The arrival of the Murong Clan’s elites caused him to have a vague feeling that the situation was beginning to slip from his control. “Shifting Stars is indeed incredibly profound. Murong Clan Elders, please stop.”

He summoned his red-clad Lamas back.

The three old men from the Murong Clan stopped attacking at the same time. They returned to the middle-aged man and the Murong Clan Lady’s sides. “Master, fortune is on our side. We have not failed in our task.”

“Thank you, elders.” One of the middle-aged men was the current clan leader of the Murong Clan, Murong Xun. He had a modest smile when he nodded at Hu Baiwan slightly.

“Since the Murong Clan has already come here, it means that the treasures in the desert palace will not belong to anyone else. Brother Hu, you’re just a merchant. It will not be too late for you to remove yourself from the situation now.” His words were laced with a threatening and domineering tone.

Hu Baiwan’t expression was incredibly sour.

It was clear that the Murong Clan was determined to have the treasures for themselves this time.

Not only had they brought forward three grand elders who were at the peak of Myth Realm, even the clan leader himself had come forward personally. He had also brought all the elders from the Murong Clan. This lineup was basically the same as deploying all the forces from one or two sects.

“With your strength, you don’t have the right to have my master leave this place.” The barbarian beside Hu Baiwan snorted coldly. Even though the Murong Clan had plenty of elites, when he cast a glance at Osaya, who was next to the white-clad young man, he felt his heart becoming calm.

After he finished speaking, the barbarian spoke to a man across him. This man had never once spoken since the start of the entire fiasco.

“Master of Gu Poison, the Murong Clan has sent all their elites over, and they must have come here for the desert palace. Please attack so that they will be aware of the overwhelming odds against them.”

The barbarian who had never spoken had a square face. His skin was bronze, and his eyes were rather long, narrow, and dark. When he heard this, he opened his eyes and nodded at Hu Baiwan. As everyone watched him, he stood up.

There were two spiders that were of a different skin tone from his skin tattooed into the back of his back. When he pushed against the table and got up, it was as if these two spiders were eating. They appeared even more monstrous and mysterious.

“A Gu poison disciple of the sorcerer’s clan?”

The clan leader of the Murong clan had his expression change. His pupils shrank slightly.

No matter what, the Murong Clan had once lorded over the land, and they had a thorough understanding of the martial arts in the world. When the clan leader saw the exquisite box in the Gu poison user’s hands, it was only par for the course that his expression became grave.