After An Sheng and An Tianzuo entered Asura Path, they encountered the same situation as Zhou Wen. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for them to wait for Zhou Wen to enter before taking action. All they could do was charge in.
An Sheng suspected that Ouyang Lan and company had entered Asura Path. This place was so dangerous. Even if Ouyang Lan and company had really entered, they might have retreated.
After all, such a battlefield was too dangerous. There were Shuras everywhere, and there was no chance of rest.
However, An Tianzuo seemed to be certain that Ouyang Lan had come here. He kept charging into the depths of Asura Path.
After An Tianzuo put on the armor, he was an existence at the Terror grade. He held a gun that resembled a Gatling gun in his hand as he crazily fired at the devil-like Shuras. Wherever he passed, large numbers of Shuras collapsed as their bodies were smashed.
However, it didn't take long for the Shuras to stand up again. Their bodies returned to their original state as they pounced forward again.
There was no lack of Mythical existences among the Shuras, but against An Tianzuo's firepower, their bodies were blasted apart before they could even charge forward. Occasionally, one or two of them would slip through the net and be killed by An Sheng.
The two of them charged all the way and after charging for an unknown distance, a strange altar appeared in front of them.
The altar was formed from black stone pillars. There were a total of twelve stone pillars, and there was a flag erected on the stone pillar in the middle.
The flag fluttered in the wind, and there was a picture of an anchor on it.
An Tianzuo and An Sheng didn't look at the flag. Their gazes were focused on the stone pillars.
They saw a few people tied to different stone pillars. One of the stone pillars was Ouyang Lan. The people on the other stone pillars were the Sunset Army generals who had come to Netherworld City with Ouyang Lan.
They were chained to the stone pillars, and all of them were on the verge of death. Most of them had already fainted.
Upon seeing the whip marks on Ouyang Lan and company. Their clothes were torn and blood seeped out of the cracks in their clothes, An Tianzuo's eyes instantly turned cold.
The Gatling gun spewed out tongues of fire as the firepower seemed to become even more violent. It forcefully blasted the group of Shuras in front of it into sieves. Even powerful Mythical existences were as fragile as paper in the bullet storm.
An Tianzuo flew up and wanted to rush to the altar to save Ouyang Lan and the others.
Suddenly, a cold light appeared and shot toward An Tianzuo's chest like a phantom. The cold light was so fast that it reached his heart in the blink of an eye. An Tianzuo didn't have time to adjust the muzzle of the Gatling gun.
Dang!
The greatsword in An Tianzuo's other hand swung down like a ghost and collided heavily with the cold light.
Sparks flew in all directions. The cold light was actually an arrow. The tip of the arrow collided with the hilt of the sword. Sparks flew everywhere, and An Tianzuo's body uncontrollably took a step back. The arrow also deviated from its trajectory and shot into the ground beside him.
Rumble!
A large hole was blasted in the ground, but the arrow had disappeared.
An Tianzuo frowned as he looked in the direction of the altar. He saw a man wearing purple armor and a devil mask standing on one of the stone pillars of the altar.
He held a hunting bow in his left hand and opened the palm of his other hand. The arrow that had disappeared reappeared in his palm and was gently pinched between his fingers.
"Are they finally here? I've been waiting for you for a long time, "the person said indifferently as he looked at An Tianzuo.
"Who are you?" An Tianzuo stared at the person and asked slowly.
The person had the aura of a Guardian, but he couldn't sense the aura of a human. It was unknown if there were any humans inside the armor.
"Saint … Xiao …" the person said calmly.
"Were you waiting for me?" An Tianzuo didn't immediately rush towards the altar and only asked coldly.
"Yes." Xiao nodded slightly.
"You forced them to come here just to lure me here?" An Tianzuo continued to ask.
Xiao nodded before shaking his head. "Half and half. If you die, they will die too."
"Why?" An Tianzuo didn't get angry as he continued asking.
Xiao didn't answer but suddenly laughed. "People say that a son should be like An Tianzuo. From what I see today, you're nothing much. Your mother is being hung here by me, and I don't even know if she's dead or alive, but you're still in the mood to chat with me."
An Tianzuo's expression didn't change as he looked at Xiao and said, "Since you're unwilling to say, let me guess."
"Oh, then why don't you take a guess?" Xiao looked at An Tianzuo with interest.
"You wanted to kill us because we were investigating the expedition team." An Tianzuo's tone wasn't a question, but an affirmative statement.
"Is that all your guess?" Xiao didn't deny it. It wasn't difficult for him to come to this conclusion.
"You come from the Holy Land," An Tianzuo continued.
"That's right." Xiao nodded and admitted it. He smiled at An Tianzuo and said, "From the word 'Saint' I just said, you can confirm that I come from the Holy Land. It's not difficult to guess."
"You come from the Trajectory Holy Temple," An Tianzuo said again, unmoved.
Xiao was somewhat surprised this time. He looked at An Tianzuo and asked, "How did you know I came from the Trajectory Holy Temple?"
"It's not difficult to guess. You can guess it yourself," An Tianzuo said indifferently.
Xiao laughed. "You are indeed an interesting person. I can't bear to kill you. Unfortunately, you will perish here today. There will no longer be an An Tianzuo in this world. "
With that said, Xiao raised the hunting bow in his hand and nocked an arrow. However, he wasn't aiming at An Tianzuo, but at Ouyang Lan, who was on the stone pillar.
"It's best you don't move. You should know that with my arrow speed, I can definitely kill her before you arrive. If you want her to live temporarily, sever one of your arms. Then, I can give you a chance to fight me," Xiao said.
"You have already lost. You don't have the confidence to defeat me," An Tianzuo said to Xiao.
Xiao said indifferently, "I just don't like it being too troublesome."
"Is that so?" An Tianzuo's sword-wielding hand suddenly moved. He slashed at his right arm, chopping off the arm that was holding the Gatling gun.
Clang!
The Gatling gun and arm fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.
"Overseer!" An Sheng was alarmed and furious.
"Do you still want my left arm? I can still give it to you," An Tianzuo said coldly as he stopped An Sheng from coming over.
Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly moved the bow and arrow in his hand away from Ouyang Lan and slowly aimed at An Tianzuo. He said coldly, "An Tianzuo, Overseer An, Luoyang's God of War, you have the right to be arrogant, but you chose the wrong time and place to be arrogant. You also chose the wrong person."
"There are many people who have said such things to me. They are basically dead," An Tianzuo said indifferently.
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