Chapter 1655
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On the Blood Martial Arena, Zhang Lie's face instantly flushed red as his expression fluctuated. Long Bufan had already disobeyed him, causing him to lose face. Now that Hall Master Xing had treated him in such a manner in front of so many people, Zhang Lie felt that he had lost all face.
Yang Kai clenched his fists as his eyes burned with anger, but in the end, he did not explode on the spot. Against an Emperor Realm Master like Hall Master Xing, even if Yang Kai went all out, it would be difficult for him to win.
Furthermore, he had witnessed Hall Master Xing's killing methods with his own eyes. His clean and simple method was like that of an assassin. Every time he thought about it, he would feel a chill down his spine.
Sometimes, Zhang Lie even suspected the true identity of Hall Master Xing. It was very likely that he was the legendary Assassin God, Wu Ying. His assassination technique had already reached an extremely terrifying level. If one were to be targeted by him in the dark, almost no one would be able to survive under his sword.
Hall Master Xing's killing methods were very similar to that of the legendary Assassin God. It was because of this that Zhang Lie would rather swallow his anger than fall out with Hall Master Xing. Otherwise, he could not guarantee that he would die a violent death on a dark and windy night.
This was not an exaggeration. Zhang Lie vaguely remembered that 500 years ago, when the Hybrid Demon Army invaded the Firmament and Continent, at least 20 King-level Hybrid Demons were assassinated by Assassin God. One should know that a King-level Hybrid Demon's strength was equivalent to a human Martial Cultivator in the Holy Master Realm.
After the calamity, Hall Master Xing suddenly appeared out of thin air and became the Hall Master of the Punishment Hall of the Divine Hall Pavilion.
With regards to the mysterious identity of Hall Master Xing, in addition to his cold and merciless way of killing people, Zhang Lie could only think of one person. That person was Wu Ying, who was given the title of 'Assassin God' by the Armament Cultivation World over five hundred years ago!
Seeing that Zhang Lie did not utter a word, hall chief Xing did not reveal the slightest bit of pride. His expression was still cold and indifferent. However, in the eyes of others, this cold and indifferent manner of his had an invisible majesty that caused one to look up to him!
When he saw this scene, Long Bufan secretly parted his lips. Looks like hall master Xing's strength was not as simple as it seemed. He could not help but guess in his heart. Between Lord Bai Weng and Lord Xing, who was stronger?
Hall Master Xing ignored Zhang Lie and shouted at Long Bufan and the rest, "Don't let Sir Bai Weng wait for too long. Let's go now."
"Yes." Long Bufan nodded. Just as he was about to fly up, he caught a glimpse of a flash of light from the corner of his eye. Looking closely, he saw that it was the Space Ring that Zhang Huayun had worn earlier.
Zhang Huayun was an outstanding talent among the younger generation of the Zhang Family. Furthermore, he had been selected to be the next Patriarch. Hence, he definitely had a lot of wealth. Immediately, Long Bufan's eyes flashed and he used his soul to transmit a message to Xiao Bai, "Xiao Bai, do you see that Space Ring? Go and get it."
Xiao Bai understood and immediately leaped out from his shoulder. As a white shadow flashed, it used its mouth to pick up the Space Ring and returned to Long Bufan's shoulder.
"Good job," Long Bufan grinned and ignored Zhang Lie's sinister gaze as he immediately flew up.
Seeing that Zhang Huayun's Space Ring had been taken away, Zhang Lie chose to remain silent. Zhang Huayun's wealth was nothing to the Zhang Family, which had a deep foundation.
Furthermore, he had already lost all his face today. He did not want to be cleansed again.
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