"You owe Hu Baiwan a favor, and in the end, you will still help Hu Baiwan. I don't fight meaningless battles, and I don't want to find trouble for myself … All of you, go away."
Once the white-clad young man said those words, everyone was shocked. Not only did all the men in the city find it hard to believe that there was actually someone who could bear to reprimand a beautiful woman like Osaya, they also found it hard to believe that the young master of a famous clan whom they thought to be a coward had actually reprimanded Hu Baiwan as well.
Go away, all of you!
These words were also said to Osaya and Hu Baiwan's people.
"Hmph!"
"You've got guts!"
The Chinese-speaking barbarian snorted coldly and shouted, "In this world, only my master can give orders to the master's men! Wait for what? Hurry up and capture him!! "
The red-clad Lamas answered at the same time. Their red kasayas danced in the wind. The tables and chairs nearby were immediately torn apart and sent flying in all directions. The people around them retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"Impudent!"
The red-clad Lamas' attacks were not directed at the white-clad young man, but at the old man in the later stage of Myth Realm, who stood behind the white-clad young man and gave them quite a lot of pressure. The old man swung his arms and forced two Lamas to take a few steps back. The difference in strength between the two sides could be seen with just one glance.
Clang!!
A cold light flashed.
The old man at the later stage of Myth Realm drew his longsword, and a cold spark instantly turned into layers of sword forces that spread everywhere. They surrounded the white-clad young man and protected him.
The group of red-clad Lamas moved up and down. When the fierce palm winds landed on the sword forces, they were all neutralized. Clanging sounds could be heard continuously.
In a split second, the inn's lobby turned into a messy battlefield!
Aside from the white-robed young master's table and chair, which were still intact, the other tables and chairs were all shattered. Even the most skilled craftsman would find it hard to repair them.
…
Pa!
Smack smack!
Broken pieces of tables and chairs flew everywhere in the inn. Jin Xiangyu and a few waiters hid in the corner and watched in fear. "I knew these barbarians would cause trouble … Xiaowu! Go and prepare quickly. When they're done fighting, we'll definitely poison them to death and make them our dishes … "
"Ah, boss, I don't want to eat it." Little Five revealed an embarrassed expression.
Jin Xiangyu glared at him.
"Idiot!"
"Even if it's free, I won't eat it."
Xiaowu shook his head firmly.
"I didn't ask you to eat it, you idiot." Exasperated, Jin Xiangyu smacked the back of the waiter's head. "Hurry up and get your stuff ready. There will be more guests coming later, and we can't have tables to serve them …"
…
A martial artist at the later stage of Myth Realm was one level stronger than a martial artist at the beginning stage of Myth Realm. He would not have a problem fighting against three or four people alone, but as the number of red-clad Lamas increased, the old man gradually found himself unable to last. His tight defense line of sword forces gradually showed signs of weakness.
"Haaah!!"
A red-clad Lama seized the chance when the old man turned around to attack him from the side. He let out a long whistle, and a gust of wind that was strong enough to shatter stones charged at the old man's back.
But at the moment the palm-generated wind reached the old man's back, a great force crashed violently into his chest. He felt as if he had been struck by a boulder that weighed ten thousand pounds. His chest caved in on the spot, and at an even faster speed, he was sent flying toward the martial artists who were watching the fight.
Puff!
Blood splattered on the ground.
The red-clad Lama struggled to prop up a small part of his body. He raised his head and pointed in the direction of the white-clad young master. "You … You …" Before he could finish his sentence, he did not manage to catch his breath. He fell to the ground and died on the spot.
But the old man at the later stage of Myth Realm was still in a predicament.
Just now, when he suddenly heard wind behind him, his heart trembled, and he instantly revealed an opening. His chest was struck twice in a row.
Whoosh!
Even though the old man delivered a slash in exchange for an injury, when he retreated, a trickle of blood still seeped out of the corner of his mouth. His face turned slightly pale, and his chest heaved violently.
"Kill him!"
The group of red-clad Lamas might have been forced back, but they were just in time to see one of their companions being killed. Their savage expressions became even colder, and they shouted together. Their momentum increased by leaps and bounds, and their palm-generated wind came charging at the old man with the force of an avalanche.
The expression of the old man at the later stage of Myth Realm instantly changed.
Eleven red-clad Lamas attacked at full strength, and their momentum was even greater than that of two martial artists at the peak of Myth Realm. There was no way he could withstand this round of attacks. Besides, he had internal injuries on his body.
At that moment …
Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow noticed that a strange sword had appeared on the table in front of the white-clad young master.
Whoosh!
He and his sword suddenly vanished like a gust of wind.
'So fast!'
Before the people in the inn could put on surprised expressions, a dazzling sword force appeared before the palm-generated wind arrived, and it crashed into the eleven red-clad Lamas!
Bang, bang, bang …
A series of ripping sounds rose.
The group of red-clad Lamas howled in pain and were sent flying back. They crashed into a few tables and chairs with loud clatters, and they looked incredibly pathetic when they fell.
No one knew what happened.
The palm-generated wind with the force of an avalanche burst in the air like a bubble that could not stand up to any scrutiny.
The group of red-clad Lamas were sent flying by the elegant white-clad young master with just one slash. All of them had a gash on their chests, and blood flowed out nonstop.
As for the white-clad young master …
At the moment the sword force appeared, he returned to his seat, as if he had never moved. He placed his longsword on the table, lifted his cup, and took a sip. His actions were relaxed.
"Hiss …"
No one knew who took the lead, but the sound of people sucking in sharp breaths rose in the inn.
Even Silver Wolf and Phantasmal Shadow felt as if they had received an unprecedented shock, and their hearts trembled.
Hu Baiwan's expression was a little dark.
Two barbarians got up warily and drew their weapons. They stood beside Hu Baiwan and stared at the white-clad young master with burning gazes.
Whoosh!
Dozens of red-clad Lamas entered through the door with an astonishing momentum. They parted the crowd, helped up their fallen companions, returned to Hu Baiwan's side to be on guard, or guarded against the white-clad young master. The atmosphere in the inn became tense again, and the air was even more hostile.
"Hu Baiwan intends to bring so many Myth Realm elites to search for the desert palace?"
The people from Wind Assault Tower had already left their seats. They got up and watched everything that happened in the hall with solemn expressions.
They had heard the system announcement and learned that something major had happened here. Someone had activated the ruins of the new Dragon Gate Inn, and it was related to the treasures in the desert palace, which was why they came here to see what was going on.
But the situation before them had clearly surpassed their expectations.
Hu Baiwan!
He was a rich merchant who was the richest in the world!
He brought more than one hundred Myth Realm elites to Dragon Gate Inn.
There were also the martial artists they ran into along the way.
The people from the ruins of the new Dragon Gate Inn.
The army sent by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
The mysterious young swordsman who heavily injured a group of Myth Realm elites with just one slash.
Phantasmal Shadow suddenly felt that her strength was a little lacking. With just the dozens of elites beside her, she did not seem to be able to handle Hu Baiwan, who was determined to get the desert palace.
"…"
Wu Kuo saw Phantasmal Shadow's gaze.
Without batting an eyelid, he sent another messenger pigeon.
…
Due to the white-clad young man's astonishing slash, the atmosphere in the inn became complicated.
Hu Baiwan seemed to have sensed a strange sense of danger from the white-clad young man's skills. Even though he was protected by a group of elites, he did not shrink back. He just stared at the white-clad young man, who had revealed his matchless strength with a solemn expression. He did not dare order his subordinates to attack.
The only person who was not too surprised by the result of the fight was Osaya, the source of the trouble.
This mysterious beauty from West Region seemed to have determined a long time ago that the white-clad young man was extraordinary. Right from the start until the end, she only had an admiring look on her face.
When the atmosphere between both sides sank into a stalemate, she spoke to break the stalemate.
"Young Master Gusu, your attainments with the sword have reached the state where you can become one with the sword. You have the right to enter the desert palace and obtain a share of the treasures there."
Osaya's words caused everyone's attention to shift from the hostile situation just now to the treasures in the desert palace.
Most of the martial artists in the area put on greedy expressions.
…
Osaya spoke again.
"I have an idea. Young master, work together with Hu Baiwan and help him get one of the items inside. As for the other treasures, they will all belong to you. What do you think, young master?"
"There's no need for that."
At that moment, the old man at the later stage of Myth Realm spoke from behind and interrupted Osaya's suggestion.
"The desert palace has not been around for a long time, and there are plenty of traps here. It's impossible for us to move the gold and jewels inside. The treasures inside are not very useful to us. The items my master has his eyes on are the same as what Hu Baiwan has his eyes on."
"…"
Osaya's expression changed, and she became resentful. "Young master."
"…"
The white-clad young man quietly lifted his cup and drank from it. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said, "I'll give your benefactor a word of advice. He's just a person who stinks of money. It's enough for him to protect his wealth. He … doesn't have the right to rule the world with his words!"
Whoosh!
When he heard this, Hu Baiwan was finally unable to hold himself back from standing up in the side hall to the right. He looked down and stared at the white-clad young man coldly. "Young master, you might have misunderstood something. I, Hu Baiwan, have always been a merchant who chases after fame and profit. I don't have such great ambitions, but I must get the treasures in the desert palace! "Osaya, I promise you that from now on, you will come to my side and work with the Gu Poison master I invited to help me fight against the people who dared to snatch the treasures in the desert palace. Once we succeed, we will be even, and we will no longer owe each other anything!"
"Deal?"
"It's a deal!"
Hu Baiwan raised his chin, and his tone was firm.
Silver Wolf keenly noticed that at the moment Osaya agreed to Hu Baiwan, the white-clad young man frowned slightly.
"Hahahaha!"
At that moment, loud laughter suddenly came from outside. "The world is big, but it belongs to the king! The treasures in the desert palace are ancient items, which means that they belong to the previous dynasty. Even if they belong to the virtuous, you, Hu Baiwan, are just a merchant who stinks of money. You can't be considered a wise master! "The mocking tone toward Hu Baiwan was very clear.
"Who is it?!"
"Stay where you are!" "Those who insult our master! Die! "
A series of angry shouts, disorderly footsteps, and the sounds of weapons clashing rose outside the inn.
The people in the inn were shocked.
It was really lively this time. Waves of people came one after another.
Slap!
The door was soon pushed open by someone.
Countless gazes were trained on the place.
Many people were stunned.
A group of martial artists who were clearly dressed as Chinese players walked in with their heads held high. Behind them were many of the martial artists the players could name. They were fighting against Hu Baiwan's people, and they were in a stalemate.
'Which group did they come from?'
Quite a number of people wondered in their hearts.
Only the white-clad young man shuddered slightly when he heard about the previous dynasty, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
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