The fierce battle in Green Lake Agricola wasn't too bad for the Lian Family. Only four or five people were killed and only five or six were injured. But the subordinates of Song Donglai, Ao Wei, and Gong Quan suffered heavy losses. Even if they had the advantage in numbers, their overall strength was too weak.
Furthermore …
Boss Huang's more than 20 thugs were just ordinary people without much combat power. Even though they were divided into three groups, they were still crazily slaughtered by the three experts of the Lian Family. Except for the scar-faced big man, the others were slaughtered in just a few minutes.
Hiss …
The Cruor Python's head was badly battered by Lian Wentian and Lian Wenxin's joint attack. Its scarlet body rolled on the ground as it attempted to escape into the lake. However, the black bottle suspended in mid-air continuously released a grayish-black mist with a strong suction force. Shrouded by the thin grayish-black mist, the souls of the slain humans were sucked out of their corpses and swallowed into the Nine Fetuses of a Hundred Ghosts Streamer.
As the Patriarch of the Lian Family, Lian Bai's cultivation had yet to break through to a new realm, but he was still a Perfected Martial Dao Grandmaster with formidable strength. A man wearing a bronze mask and wielding a broad and thick long saber was slashed back by him and shouted, "Who are you? Your strength is not below Song Donglai, Ao Wei, and Gong Quan. You're definitely not their subordinate! "
"You can ask the King of Hell if you die!"
Han Sen's black training suit rustled as his crazy killing intent locked onto Lian Bai. The two men's strength was evenly matched, and after a short fight, they both felt their blood and Qi churning.
"You're just hiding your head and hiding your tail, huh?" Lian Bai grinned hideously. "Since you're courting death, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
With that said, Lian Bai brandished his saber with his right hand and quickly condensed a fireball with his left hand. Following his powerful attack, the fireball turned into a blazing flame ribbon that whipped toward Han Sen.
"An ability user?"
Han Sen's expression drastically changed. Just as he was about to face the attack in a hurry, the air behind him rippled and a sharp dagger suddenly pierced his back.
"Goddammit!"
Not even in his wildest dreams did Han Sen expect that the assassin hiding in the dark would launch a sneak attack on him at this moment. His eyes were filled with despair, but there was even more madness. The moment the dagger was about to crush his heart, he suddenly pounced towards the source of the fluctuation in the air.
"If you want me to die, then die with me."
As soon as Xiao Ya's body appeared in the air, Han Sen was already in front of him. Xiao Ya swung his longsword, leaving bloody wounds all over his body. Little Ya's cultivation had not even reached the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm. He was an expert in assassination, so he had no time to dodge an attack from a Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm powerhouse.
"Save me."
At this moment, he could only pin his hopes on Lian Bai. If Lian Bai could kill Han Sen as quickly as possible, then he would have a chance of survival. Unfortunately, Han Sen's heart had been crushed, and he was doomed to die. Therefore, he did not pay attention to Lian Bai, who was attacking him from behind. At the moment when the longsword in his hand chopped off Xiao Ya's head, a very deep wound of 20 or 30 centimeters was torn on his back.
"Pfft …"
Flaming ribbons pierced Han Sen's body, causing his vitality to quickly fade away. After spurting out a mouthful of blood, he turned his head with difficulty to look at Lian Bai, giving him a murderous look.
"Unfortunately, I can't do anything about it. You'll die with me."
Lian Bai was also seething with killing intent. Xiao Ya's death was like cutting off his right arm, making him feel distressed and suffocated. It must be noted that Xiao Ya was still very young. Even if he had yet to break through to the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm, he would probably reach it soon in the future.
He was a martial dao genius.
Lian Bai wished he could hack Han Sen into a thousand pieces and chop him into pieces. However, he did not continue to attack and just stood a few meters away from Han Sen, saying with a heavy voice, "You wanna die? Didn't you see the thing my ancestor took out? Let me tell you, that's the Nine Fetuses of a Hundred Ghosts Streamer. It can devour human souls and transform them into resentful spirits that will forever be trapped in the streamer. Just wait and see. You'll struggle in endless pain in the future. When the streamer is destroyed one day, your soul will eventually scatter and vanish. "
A disdainful look appeared on Han Sen's pale face. He didn't believe that ghosts and monsters existed in this world. Souls and resentful spirits were simply a joke.
"Hmph …"
A deep and cold snort sounded. Han Sen's body slightly trembled and a horrified look appeared on his face. Even though he was grateful that his vitality was rapidly fading away, he could still clearly see the fear on Lian Bai's face. He could also clearly see that the arrogant and unruly Lian Bai was now being strangled by a young man from behind at this moment.
Tang Xiu glanced around indifferently before his eyes landed on Han Sen and lightly said, "He's right. Your soul would've been imprisoned if I hadn't intervened, and you would've suffered the cruelest torture day and night. Until your consciousness completely disappears and you turn into a mass of resentful energy — a resentful spirit. Once you reach this point, you'll never be able to reincarnate again. It's like your soul will scatter and vanish in a sense. "
"Who are you?"
Lian Bai, whose neck was being strangled by Tan Xiu, shouted with a fearful look on his face.
"Are you the Lian Family's Patriarch?" asked Tan Xiu coldly.
"That's right, I'm the Lian Family's Patriarch," said Lian Bai hurriedly. "Let me go, else you'll be going against my family. My family's two ancestors are here, and they're very powerful. "
"Two ants who have reached the Qi Refining Stage can actually be called powerful?" Tan Xiu sneered. "You're just a frog looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
Your knowledge and experience are shallow. "
While speaking, two experts of the Lian Family flashed over lightning-fast. They saw that Tan Xiu didn't turn around and slashed the long sabers in their hands at Tan Xiu's back.
"DIE!"
Tan Xiu moved lightning-fast and appeared two meters away out of thin air. With a thought, dozens of electric currents appeared out of thin air and shot the two men's vital points like sharp arrows, directly killing them.
Caught by Tan Xiu, Lian Bai could only watch helplessly as the two experts of his family died tragically. His heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, and his fear turned more intense. He was perfectly aware of the strength of these two family experts. Even if they hadn't broken through to the martial arts grandmaster realm, they were not far from it. Yet, the other party used an electric ability to easily kill them. Such power was definitely ten times more powerful than the fire-attribute ability he could control.
"STOP!"
Tan Xiu looked at the two Lian Family's ancestors who were besieging the Cruor Python, and then looked around and shouted. The rolling sound waves were like an endless tide, spreading out in all directions.
A hundred meters away.
Song Donglai and Ao Wei were struggling to resist the siege of four experts of the Lian Family. Both of them were already stained with blood. On the ground nearby, Gong Quan had been killed and no longer had any signs of life.
"What's going on?"
"Patriarch?"
"Who's that?"
More than a dozen experts of the Lian Family gave up on attacking and quickly gathered together, looking at Tan Xiu as though they were facing a formidable enemy. They were shaken because their Patriarch, Lian Bai, was unexpectedly captured by the other party.
Lian Wentian furrowed his brows and shouted in a deep voice, "Wenxin, I'll leave this Cruor Python to you!"
After that …
He instantly dashed toward Tan Xiu and stopped a dozen meters away from Tan Xiu, saying in a deep voice, "Let's talk about the conditions!"
Tan Xiu shot a grim look at Lian Wentian and indifferently said, "Awu, capture that old geezer. Bring me that Cruor Python as well. "
"Understood!"
Mo Awu, who had followed Tan Xiu from halfway down the hillside, dashed toward Lian Wenxin lightning-fast and arrived in front of him nearly in an instant. The latter's complexion drastically changed as he fiercely punched his abdomen. As he flew backward, Mo Awu followed him like a shadow and instantly mimicked Tan Xiu's move, grabbing the back of Lian Wenxin's neck.
"GET DOWN!!!"
A straight punch without any technique bombarded the Cruor Python's body once again. Along with the Cruor Python's miserable howl, Mo Awu fiercely kicked the Cruor Python tens of meters away and smashed it to the ground more than 20 meters away from Tan Xiu. It struggled and screamed, yet it couldn't move again.
Domineering!
Powerful!
The strength that Mo Awu displayed caused everyone present to suck in a breath of cold air. Especially the people of the Lian Family. Their eyes were as big as copper bells as they subconsciously took a step back in shock.
"Mr. Tang."
At this time, Song Donglai and Ao Wei were the happiest. Both of them had found out that Han Sen was seriously injured and it seemed that he wouldn't be able to live. They thought that they would die here today, but they didn't expect that Tan Xiu would suddenly take action.
Tan Xiu nodded in response. His left hand constantly cast seals and the Nine Fetuses of a Hundred Ghosts Streamer suspended in the air was forcibly pulled over and grabbed by Tan Xiu.
"Are you the one who refined this thing?"
Lian Wentian was also scared at the moment. He thought that he and his brother, Lian Wenxin, had cultivated for more than 100 years and their strength had reached the pinnacle. Never did he expect that a plain-looking middle-aged man could easily capture Lian Wenxin.
"Who the hell are you?"
Lian Wentian didn't answer Tan Xiu and asked in a deep voice as though he was facing a formidable enemy.
Tan Xiu sealed Lian Bai's acupoints and threw him to the ground like a dead dog. Then, he indifferently said, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is whether this thing was refined by you or not?"
Lian Wentian took a deep breath and said, "That's right. We refined it."
Tan Xiu coldly snorted and said, "Hmph. You Lians deserve to die for refining such a sinister Ghost artifact!"
His voice faded away.
Jin Shi, who was standing next to Tan Xiu, instantly moved and punched Lian Bai, who was lying on the ground, to death. Then, he glared at Lian Wentian and Lian Wenxin with a murderous look.
Lian Wentian's pupils shrunk and he involuntarily exclaimed, "You dare to kill the current Patriarch of my family? Do you really want to become my family's mortal enemy? "
"Hmph." Tan Xiu coldly snorted and said, "Hmph. Do you want to become my enemy? "
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