HBWnovel Chapter 281 If You Don't Want to Talk, Then Let's Not Talk!
Chapter 281 If You Don't Want to Talk, Then Let's Not Talk!
Outside Yanzi Tower, a commotion arose but quickly subsided.
Then, with a resounding bang,
the gates swung open.
A tremendous force caused the solid wooden gates to fall from their hinges. Then, wrapped in a mighty vigor, they spun through the air with a whistling sound, casting a shadow as they crashed heavily against the wall, embedding themselves into the earthen barrier, creating a depression.
In the sunlight outside the open gate, wisps of dust floated like mist, drifting to the sides with the air currents.
The first thing visible was a pair of muscular legs.
The owner of those legs was extremely tall, standing there with his head not visible, his broad body completely blocking the gate. Only through the gaps around him could threads of visible light spill out.
Bang!
Another loud noise followed.
The upper half of the dirt wall hanging above the gate was brutally torn down.
The figure shrugged his shoulders and squeezed in from the outside. Dust rained down from his wide frame, like a waterfall. Meanwhile, young disciples outside, some with fear and others excited as if they relished the drama unfolding, craned their necks desperately trying to see inside.
Only the more experienced elders turned pale, aware of what was to come, and they quietly scolded the reluctant disciples to spread out.
"You are..." The Taoist Huang Long, sensing the aggressive approach of the stranger, changed his expression.
He released part of his perception to probe, but he detected no useful information. It was like looking into an abyss, utterly clueless about what shadowy movements were hidden within the profound darkness.
Without a doubt, this was a master.
On the other side of the round table, an elder from Liuyun Mountain with the surname Gong reined in his smile and took a small step back.
He now felt a bit relieved. Although he had come here with the same intention, his approach wasn't as forceful and uncompromising as Taoist Huang Long's. Now faced with an unexpected situation, there seemed to be a chance for negotiation. While everyone was still in shock, Su Heng, as if he had teleported, moved to the spot in front of the round table where Ling Weizi was sitting.
Feeling the robust breath from behind, Ling Weizi's slender shoulders tensed reflexively.
Her toes lightly touched the ground, her five fingers clenched tightly, and her whole demeanor appeared somewhat nervous. Yet, in her large, expressive eyes shone a light full of anticipation.
Su Heng's hand gently pressed on the wooden table, his gaze settling on Taoist Huang Long.
"You, Taoist Huang Long." When the flying sword delivered the message earlier, Meng Huan had included some information. With a comparison, Su Heng knew the identity and origins of the man before him.
"Indeed, it is I," Taoist Huang Long stood taller.
Despite feeling the astonishing pressure from Su Heng, he did not wish to be overshadowed and lose face so easily.
"Good," Su Heng chuckled, saying with a smile, "You disagree with what Sect Leader Meng said just now."
"I..."
Taoist Huang Long intended to admit it directly.
But when the words reached his lips, he somehow softened, saying, "I feel that the proposal is somewhat unfit and requires further consultation."
The Daoist Mu Yi, clad in red robes and of a stout figure, glanced at him, thinking to himself, "Senior uncle, that's not what you said when you arrived."
"Unfit..." Su Heng first turned his face aside, inhaled deeply. Then he exhaled a long breath, blowing away all the documents on the table, scattering them like a flurry of snow. Amidst the mottled sunlight obscured by the papers, Su Heng's face suddenly revealed a ferocious smile, "If we can't agree, then there's no need for discussion!"
"Dammit, gave you all a chance and you wasted it!"
Whoosh!
With Su Heng's arm muscles tensing and exerting tremendous force, he single-handedly swung the round table, over ten meters in diameter, into the air. Various tea sets, following the tilt of the table, crashed onto the floor one after another, clinking and clanging. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire
"What exactly are you!?" Huang Long Daoist's eyes widened, sensing the dangerous aura that only a demon god possessed from Su Heng.
"I don't need to explain so much to a dead man," Su Heng sneered, taking a step forward.
"You want to kill me!" Huang Long Daoist screamed, "Do you know who I am?"
Boom!
Su Heng responded with a palm strike to the head.
His five fingers splayed, drawing a smoke-like rolling force.
His palm swelled and transformed, unleashing part of the Domineering State, with both speed and strength skyrocketing.
Inside his broad chest, three hearts beat in unison. Blood rushed through Su Heng's veins like rivers, even making a sound like the roaring of a dam releasing a flood.
For a moment, everyone present felt the terrifying aura emanating from Su Heng, their faces paling slightly.
And Huang Long Daoist's heart sank ever lower.
In front of him, Su Heng, who cast shadows and blocked out the light, truly turned into the legendary evil demon of yore.
His muscles tensed subconsciously, his hands lifting. His body's force, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, poured into his arms, ready to block.
But at the critical moment, just as his breath was about to peak.
A streak of white light suddenly flashed across Su Heng's eyes.
Huang Long Daoist, with his attention hyper-focused on Su Heng, naturally caught this slight change as well.
But in that moment of eye contact, his thoughts froze, and even his exposed neck showed clear petrification marks. This Divine Skill was the Petrification Beam that Su Heng had acquired from the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Giant.
Now in use, it was still somewhat unpracticed.
But as a trump card, it achieved an unexpectedly astonishing result.
Huang Long Daoist's aura dissipated slightly, and he quickly realized, disbelief etched upon his face, "A Demon Descendant's Divine Skills, how is that possible!?"
"Demon Descendant!?"
Su Heng was surprised, not expecting to be recognized by Huang Long Daoist.
But it was too late to matter. Su Heng's palm had already descended. From head to toe, Huang Long Daoist vanished in an instant.
The ground exploded with a bang, dust and rubble rising like a black dhalia blooming, bursting outwards with white streaks of aerodynamic tracers, embedding into the surrounding walls, causing large swaths to collapse thunderously.
Since he had already decided to burn bridges, he might as well play the villain to the end.
Su Heng snorted coldly.
The force on his hand surged, a great deal of erosive power flowing into Huang Long Daoist's ravaged body. Simultaneously, the second heart beat faster, as golden veins followed the blood vessels up Su Heng's arm to his palm.
The temperature soared, high-energy radiation particles surged like a deluge, scouring back and forth.
Caught in a two-pronged assault, Huang Long Daoist only managed a scream.
Accompanied by a sizzling sound, wisps of blue smoke rose from under Su Heng's hand.
A once formidable Earth Immortal, rather well-known in the outside world, met his utter demise at Su Heng's hand.
And when Su Heng calmly turned to look, among the crowd, the elder of Liuyun Mountain with a background similar to Huang Long Daoist's, felt an icy chill wash over him.
His smile stiffened on his face as he slowly raised his hands...