Hearing that Phoebe's master was also here, Han Shuo was even more astonished. Phoebe had reached the realm of swordmaster at such a young age. Last time when Cameron and the others went to Boozt, Aubrey thought that he had captured Phoebe and said that he had to treat Phoebe well in order to avoid angering his master.
As Duke Ashburn's subordinate, Aubrey's actions represented Duke Ashburn. Even Duke Ashburn, who held monstrous power in his hands, was so apprehensive of Phoebe's master. It could be imagined that this person definitely wasn't simple.
While walking with Lawrence, Han Shuo released the three yin demons and passed through the passage ahead, planning to imprint this underground existence into his heart.
However, as the yin demons wandered all over, Han Shuo discovered that there were all kinds of barriers spread out below. Some invisible barriers obstructed the yin demons' prying. It seemed that the defenses below weren't just ordinarily tight.
"Hehe, the space below the Rose Garden is twice as large as the surface. I'll bring you around in detail in the future. Today, let's meet my master first!" Lawrence looked at Han Shuo complacently, slowly revealing his strength to Han Shuo. It seemed that he wanted to tell Han Shuo that cooperating with him was absolutely the right choice.
After passing through a narrow passage, Han Shuo felt that he had already penetrated more than ten meters underground. Afterwards, the dusky scene suddenly brightened. There were four intersecting paths with Han Shuo and Lawrence at the center. There were bright lamps placed in the surroundings, illuminating the four passages as bright as day.
"Follow me!" Lawrence walked to the left and led the way for Han Shuo.
When they arrived at a white jade door, Lawrence once again used a scroll to open the barrier binding the stone door. When a white light flashed, the stone door automatically opened and Lawrence brought Han Shuo in.
"Young Master Lawrence." Suddenly, an extremely ugly old man with a face full of scars appeared and bowed towards Lawrence.
This old man reeked of blood. Who knew how many people he had killed? He had sensed it the moment Han Shuo and Lawrence appeared. The closer he got to this old man, the denser the nauseating stench became.
Lawrence was obviously not used to it. The calm smile on his face had long since disappeared. He said in a dry voice, "Grandpa Bollands, is my master inside?"
The strange old man named Bollands stood up straight with his hunched body. He raised his head and glanced at Lawrence with his greyish-brown eyes. He said indifferently, "Inside, but Master is currently cultivating."
"Then, I'll wait outside for a while!" As Lawrence spoke, he had already walked past Bollands and quickly took a few steps forward, as if unwilling to get too close to him.
This stone room was the size of a basketball court. There were many grooves dug into the walls, and many daily necessities were placed on them. However, the most abundant was still a large amount of alcohol. All kinds of fine alcohol filled the stone grooves, as if it was a warehouse for fine alcohol.
After Han Shuo came in, he first swept his gaze around the surroundings, and then focused his attention on the old man, Bollands. This old man's face was densely covered in scars, as if he had been slashed by a sharp weapon. He looked as terrifying as a malicious spirit from hell, and the strong stench of blood on his body was obvious. Just standing there gave people a strong sense of impact.
Not only was this person's hands stained with blood, but his strength was also absolutely top notch. He should be an expert a level higher than Phoebe. Otherwise, the aura on his body wouldn't be so strong. A person at the level of a great swordmaster wouldn't be a nameless person in any country. Han Shuo was a bit surprised that he was serving Lawrence's master in this secret room that never saw the light of day.
"Brian, let's wait here for a while!" Up ahead, Lawrence had already left Bollands and was sitting on a stone bench as he called out to Han Shuo.
"You're not afraid of me?" Just as Han Shuo was about to leave, the old man named Bollands suddenly looked at Han Shuo indifferently and spoke.
Nodding, Han Shuo responded with a smile, "Of course, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Interesting fellow." A trace of surprise curled up the corners of Bollands's mouth as he carefully sized up Han Shuo. His brow furrowed as if sensing something and he nodded, "No wonder, there's a vicious aura on your body that can only be sensed carefully. You look to be less than twenty five, but your hands are stained with so much blood at such a young age. You're quite a character indeed! "
Before Han Shuo broke through to the bloodlust realm, the vicious aura that lingered on his body would always accompany him. Han Shuo hadn't killed many people before, but his body had absorbed pure killing aura in the forbidden area. The killing aura had always lingered on Han Shuo's body, and it looked like Han Shuo's hands were also stained with blood.
Pulling his lips into a faint smile, Han Shuo didn't say much. He nodded at Bollands and walked past him towards Lawrence.
"Little fellow, do you know that killing aura can also be used to increase one's strength after killing so many people?" Bollands was silent for a short while after Han Shuo had left, and suddenly stared at Han Shuo with a strange light in his eyes.
When he opened his mouth, a thick killing aura suddenly erupted like a river bursting through a dam. The nauseating stench of blood spread out as a solid chill pressed towards Han Shuo.
"Oh, my gosh!" Lawrence groaned and retreated in panic, his face pale with fright. He looked at Bollands with cold sweat beading on his forehead when he retreated to the corner of the wall.
However, Han Shuo, who was closer to Bollands, wasn't afraid at all. With a thought, the demonic yuan rapidly circulated and the enormous killing aura hidden within his body suddenly trembled. A wave of evil and terrifying killing aura suddenly surged out of Han Shuo's body and collided with Bollands' killing aura. Popping sounds actually rang out in the air.
Even some of the tables and chairs in the surroundings trembled and swayed. What was even more frightening was that after Han Shuo's killing aura surged out, the killing aura in the air formed a vortex that was hard to see with the naked eye. It actually wanted to entangle and devour Bollands' killing aura.
"When you said using killing aura, did you mean this?" Han Shuo had a calm smile on his face as he spoke faintly. He relaxed his demonic yuan and returned to normal.
Now that Han Shuo had experienced three months of closed door cultivation in the cemetery of death and had absorbed the purest killing aura in the forbidden area, he had a deeper understanding of the demonic arts that Chu Canglan had left behind. His control of the killing aura in the bloodlust realm had reached a level where he could do as he pleased. If Han Shuo wanted to, he could absorb the killing aura in Bollands's body just like how he had absorbed the "killing aura" in the forbidden area.
The eyes of Bollands, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly emitted a dazzling light that focused on Han Shuo's body. He said in a trembling voice, "How is this possible? How can you be more proficient in using it than I am? You also know how to use this kind of power?"
Han Shuo suddenly realized after hearing his words. In this world, swordsmen and knights all practiced fighting aura, and there was no such way to use killing aura. However, Han Shuo, who practiced demonic arts, was very proficient in this kind of strange power. Therefore, when Han Shuo demonstrated it, Bollands was naturally very surprised.
"No, you didn't use fighting aura at all. How is this possible?" Shock, bewilderment, and doubt filled Bollands' heart in an instant. He took a step forward and arrived in front of Han Shuo, his eyes burning as he stared at Han Shuo, as if waiting for Han Shuo to give an explanation.
Han Shuo already knew that something was wrong by now. Taking a deep breath, Han Shuo smiled and explained, "I practice a wondrous martial arts technique that is different from the fighting aura that most people practice."
"Alright, Bollands, you stay outside. Lawrence, you two come in!" At this moment, a peaceful voice suddenly sounded from the wall.
Lawrence suddenly pulled Han Shuo and said apologetically to Bollands, "Grandpa Bollands, my master has asked us to go in. Let's talk in a bit."
The wall behind Han Shuo strangely split open and Lawrence pulled Han Shuo inside. The split wall miraculously healed after Han Shuo and Han Shuo walked in.
It was an extremely spacious square training field. Apart from a few oddly shaped giant rocks, there were no other decorations in the square training field. An old man with grizzled hair and beard sat on a rock in the center, but appeared to be hale and hearty.
This old man had a square face and a benevolent appearance. He sat there with his back ramrod straight and wore a spotless white warrior's robe. He appeared to be extraordinarily valiant even when he was sitting, and his figure was quite tall when he stood up.
"Teacher!" As soon as Lawrence entered, he immediately bowed respectfully.
The old man nodded and looked at Lawrence, saying softly, "Rise."
Lawrence straightened and pulled Han Shuo over, the two of them sitting down on two rocks. Lawrence then said, "He's Brian, Phoebe's boyfriend. I've mentioned him to you before!"
The old man's gaze immediately landed on Han Shuo after Lawrence's words and he carefully sized up Han Shuo without a word. He nodded after a while and said to Han Shuo, "Although Phoebe is my youngest disciple, her aptitude is the best and her future accomplishments are limitless. I still need to rely on her to inherit my martial arts technique, you won't drag her down, will you?"
"Of course not!" Han Shuo responded with a slight smile. He was neither reserved nor afraid, appearing quite at ease.
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