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"Pfft!" He had already barely made a move earlier, and that immense aura immediately caused Little Tian Feng to cough out a mouthful of blood. His little face was as white as paper.

"Young Lord!" Little White Plum held onto Little Tianfeng, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Lightly shaking his head, Xiao Tian Feng suddenly saw an old man in a blood-red robe. The old man was carrying a person that was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

He didn't see the red-robed elder move, but in the next moment, he strangely appeared in the middle of the group.

"Tsk tsk, why aren't we fighting? Could it be that Ancestor has ruined your interest? " A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the crowd, causing everyone's body to tremble and their scalps to go numb.

Such a strong cultivation! I'm afraid that even Uncle-Master is only mediocre. Also, where's Uncle-Master? Why aren't you rushing over?

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Zihan's forehead. Moreover, his attire reminded him of the famous expert from the Mystic Moon Empire. No, it should be a notorious expert. Because of the heaps of blood he caused in the Empire, he was able to get away scot-free due to his powerful cultivation. How could I be so unlucky as to run into him!

As if satisfied with his own deterrence, the red-clothed old man sinisterly smiled and said, "Since everyone is unwilling to continue fighting, who can answer a few questions from Ancestor?"

Everyone shrunk back, but no one dared to speak up.

"What happened? No one answered?" Smiling sinisterly, the red-clothed old man said in a hoarse voice, "Then, Ancestor, I need some people."

Hearing the ancestor's words, everyone's heart tightened. Some of them even secretly took a step back.

Knowing that this old man was not a kind person, Little Tian Feng frowned and pulled Bai Mei behind him. Feeling the struggle in his hands, Little Tian Feng said in a low voice, "Listen to me. At this time, a woman must hide behind a man!" Ignoring the hazy look in Bai Mei's eyes, Little Tian Feng quietly observed the red-clothed old man.

"You!" The red-clothed old man's triangular eyes stared at a thin figure within the crowd. He pointed with a withered finger, his voice still hoarse.

The thin man's expression turned miserable as he fell to his knees, kowtowing as he wailed, "Please spare me, senior! This junior is from the Ash Wolf Gang …"

"So noisy!" With a light snort, the red-clothed old man opened his palm and retrieved the man who was kneeling on the ground. With a dull snort, a person who looked exactly the same as him turned into a pool of blood: "Blue Wolf Gang? Which small force in the mud? "Never heard of it!"

"You!" The red-clothed old man didn't pause at all. He pointed his finger at another person, and that person was the big fellow who had been jeering at Little Tian Feng earlier.

It's over, it's over. Death has pointed to me! The burly man trembled and broke out in a cold sweat. However, he did not dare to act like the previous person and said with a trembling voice, "Senior, this time, we came to this relic under the leadership of Young Master Wu Zi Han. He is the ones who knows the best.

With that, he pointed at Wu Zihan, whose face was extremely ugly. At this time, he didn't care if he had offended Wu Zihan or not. It was more important that he protect his own life.

Feeling his gaze on himself, Wu Zihan felt as if countless ants were gnawing on his flesh, and his expression was as if his parents had died. He braced himself, clasped his hands, and said with great difficulty: "You must be the famous ancestor of the Blood Cloth Empire, and I am Wu Zihan of the Spirit Sword Sect. Senior, what do you want to know? As long as Wu Zihan knows, he will tell me."

"Ga Ga …"

The red-clothed old man gave a few light laughs and said darkly, "Kid, you actually know the name of our ancestor." The Spirit Sword Sect Patriarch had heard of this when he was still in the Mystic Moon Empire. Alright, since you know the most, it's up to you to answer. Whose mansion is this, and where are the most precious treasures? "

At the side, Little Tianfeng was also curiously listening attentively. He came here at just the right time, so he knew nothing about this place.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He said respectfully, "According to the information I received from the sect, this place should be the residence of the Grand Duke of the Satan Dynasty, Yuwen Bo." As for the most precious items, they should be placed in the palace. As for their position, it should be in the northwest region. "

"Hehe, very good, very good." Having obtained the information he wanted, the Patriarch was in a good mood and let out a few sinister laughs.

He looked around at the majestic Mystic Core Palace and the Artifact Pavilion, then looked at the rest who had quite a bountiful harvest. The smile on his face grew even wider as he said, "Since that's the case, let's all go with Ancestor and have a look at the treasures of the Grand Duke. Hehe, don't even think about escaping. You won't have the chance in front of the old ancestor. This guy just doesn't listen. "

With that, the red-clothed old man threw the person he was holding onto the ground.

"Ouch." After a painful groan, the person fell into a coma again. His squared face was still twisted slightly from the pain.

"Martial Uncle!" Wu Zihan was startled when he saw the man's face. Wu Zihan's body involuntarily tensed when he felt the old man's gaze on him. He was terrified of the old man's strength, so he didn't dare to neglect it in the slightest. He let the people beside him take his uncle master and lead the way.

Little Tian Feng narrowed his eyes as he looked at the leaving figure of the Patriarch. His heart grew heavy: A man with the strength of a Xuan Lord actually had no way to resist him. Could it be that he was already a Xuan Sect member? With his cruelty, no one would be able to survive. What should he do? Even if it was platinum, there wouldn't be a chance …

"Young master? "Should we …" Seeing that the Patriarch hadn't noticed the two of them, Bai Mei signaled to Xiao Tian Feng in a low voice.

Lightly shaking his head, Little Tian Feng bitterly smiled and said, "Follow along, there's no chance."

After walking slowly for ten minutes, a magnificent building appeared before his eyes. Far away, through the open door, he saw two objects on the wide and heavy desk: a seal, a picture scroll of animal skin.

Looking at the two items, the blood-clothed ancestor's eyes were filled with greed. His body was like a falcon hunting for food as he charged into the grand hall.

"Bam!" A dull sound of collision suddenly rang out. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the Patriarch bounced back and then fell heavily onto the ground.

"Damn it!" Slowly getting up, the Patriarch ruthlessly shook his dizzy head a few times, wiped the blood from his forehead, and roared with red eyes. He raised his hand and a huge bloody palm appeared out of thin air.

"Boom …" The earth shook fiercely. Amidst the terrifying waves, all the buildings in the surrounding area were swept clean. The dust and dirt that filled the sky settled down, and everyone's eyes almost popped out from shock. Amongst the ruins of the ruins, the great hall still stood tall as ever. It was wrapped in a golden light, exuding a faint golden light that exuded a majestic aura.

"Damn it, damn it! "The Patriarch doesn't believe that after all these years, this seal will still be able to stop him." With crazed light shining from his blood-red eyes, the blood-robed ancestor soared into the sky. With a wave of his hand, palm imprints that filled the sky shot towards the grand hall. Although the palm print was not the size of a normal person's palm, the energy it contained was much more concentrated.

Endless tremors rang out, and those who were closer to the great hall were directly struck by the sound wave until they vomited blood and died. Even Little Tian Feng, who was the furthest away, couldn't help but reveal a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth as his face became deathly pale.

Looking at the palace, which was as stable as Mt. Tai amidst the torrential storm of attacks, Little Tianfeng's eyes were filled with deep worry: "Later, when Ancestor Xue Yi's attacks have no effect, I'm afraid it'll be our turn to be unlucky …"