Chapter 500
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"Ouyang Hua did not come. Could it be that she sent these four as bait?"
Long Bufan's eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at the four Xuan Men stage Yin-Yang school disciples. He was slightly puzzled in his heart.
Just as he was deep in thought, Da Meng angrily shouted, "This is our city governor's mansion. Who allowed you to enter?!"
"Haha, the four of us can come and go as we please in this godforsaken place. Not to mention trash like all of you, even if that bastard Long Bufan was here, he wouldn't dare speak to us like this!"
The leader of the green-robed youth smiled faintly as he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand. As his voice faded, his cold murderous intent instantly locked onto Da Meng. Soon after, his figure moved as he suddenly dashed forward.
"Berserk!"
Da Meng suddenly roared. In a split second, a scarlet red Yuan Power rippled outwards as Da Meng abruptly transformed into a berserker on the spot. His originally tall and muscular body became even more muscular.
After berserk, Da Meng's strength directly increased by several times and reached the Heavenly Yuan stage. His eyes were blood red as he roared. Then, his body bent like a bow and like a ferocious beast that had just been released from its cage, he unsheathed his sword and charged out of the hall.
"That's all you have after berserk."
The green-robed youth disdainfully snorted. His eyes were filled with mockery.
"Bang!"
In the courtyard, two figures collided with a loud bang. At the same time, a blade and a sword ferociously clashed. Powerful Yuan Power shockwaves spread out from the collision, causing all the dust on the ground to fly into the air.
In the midst of the intense battle, the green-robed youth suddenly cracked a sinister smile. A strange green pattern suddenly appeared on the scimitar in his hand. A faint tearing sound rang out. It was obvious that the Secret Art that this fellow was using was a rather high level martial art.
In the blink of an eye, the green pattern shot out with a 'chi' sound, directly penetrating Da Meng's Sword Qi defence and solidly imprinted itself on the armor on his chest.
"Bang!"
In the next instant, a ferocious Yuan force came from the armor. Da Meng staggered a few steps back and only stabilized his body when he reached the threshold of the hall. A paleness surged onto his face. The blood in his body churned, and he could not help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Although he was injured, a ruthless expression still flashed across Da Meng's eyes. This attack was clearly unable to seriously injure him.
"Oh? He was actually still standing. It seems that the rumored Berserkers have a good physique, but that's all there is to it. " The green-robed youth from the Yin-Yang school said in a frivolous tone. He looked at the berserk Da Meng with a mocking gaze.
"And your mother!"
Da Meng cursed angrily. He raised his sword and was about to charge forward again when suddenly, a calm voice entered his mind, "Da Meng, back off. Don't be reckless."
"It's my lord?"
Da Meng, who was experiencing the 'Secret Voice-sending' for the first time, was suddenly stunned. He turned his head and looked at Long Bufan who was standing behind him. His blood-red eyes hesitated for a moment, but he did not object. Instead, he nodded respectfully and stepped back into the hall, walking toward An Sen, Bo Xiong, and the others.
"You want to leave? It won't be that easy if I don't leave your tongue behind! "
Seeing Da Meng retreat, the green-robed youth snorted angrily with a gloomy look in his eyes. He did not say it casually when he said that he would cut Da Meng's tongue. In his mind, the Yin-Yang school was not a sect that any Tom, Dick, or Harry could provoke.
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