Chapter 891: Chapter 569: Palace Master Zhu Mo of Evil Dragon Hall, That Blade of Knife Light_3

The body fragments fell like meteorites from the sky, creating pits more than ten meters deep on the ground.

With Zhu Mo’s help in blocking, the lucky Qing Hong escaped a catastrophe behind her.

Faced with an existence that could kill Zhu Mo in one strike, even if her ability was stronger, she didn’t dare to challenge the other’s authority.

Escape!

After painstakingly managing for tens of thousands of years, Qing Hong didn’t want to fall at the last moment before her success.

But the world wouldn’t change based on her will.

Another knife light appeared.

Qing Hong had no time to dodge.

At the moment her body touched the knife light, her body turned into visible particles that disintegrated in the air, gradually disappearing.

"No—"

"No—"

"I can’t die—"

"I finally killed my dad—"

Qing Hong’s face was full of terror.

But her body continued to vanish.

Like sand grains, gradually disappearing.

In the air, only a golden light flashing key was left.

Lv Potian knew this was the Holy Land Key representing the Holy Land Master’s authority and power.

Not far from him, a slight ripple appeared in the space, and Lv Potian immediately retreated a great distance.

This master, without even appearing, just with two knife lights, had killed Zhu Mo, who was stronger than him, and Qing Hong, the Evil Dragon Hall’s preparatory Hall Master.

If the true body descended, how terrifying that would be.

However, when the other’s figure appeared, Lv Potian no longer felt any panic.

His eyes filled with joy, he shouted, "Master."

The one who came to him was a short old man with a buzz cut, wearing a white two-string vest, holding a chess piece, wearing blue X-shaped slippers, and with a cigarette almost burned to the stub askew in his mouth.

"Hmm."

The old man casually responded, took the cigarette from his mouth, flicked it a few times with practiced ease, and then complained, "Seriously, finally found these Evil Dragon Hall bastards, damn it, even if I lost this chess game, it wouldn’t matter."

"Potian, what’s up with you."

The old man looked at Lv Potian with dissatisfaction and scolded, "Back in those years, when you weren’t yet the Holy Land Master, you dared to fight and strive. I liked your spirit, that’s why I took you as my disciple."

"But look at what you’ve become now, hesitating over two weak women, where is the style of those years."

"If I had known you would become like this, I shouldn’t have taken you in back then."

The old man said angrily, just about to bring the cigarette back to his mouth to continue smoking, only to find the cigarette was already burned out.

He was even more disgruntled, throwing down the cigarette and stamping it out with his foot.

This would have been an extremely simple action, but in Lv Potian’s eyes, it was terrifying.

He and the old man weren’t standing on the ground at this moment, but thousands of meters high in the air.

Yet the old man threw the cigarette butt underfoot, not falling away, and stomped it out in the air as if he were on the ground.

Lv Potian knew that Master wouldn’t show off any fancy moves in front of an unworthy disciple like him; this scene was purely incidental.

"What are you looking at, never seen a cigarette butt stomped out? I’m asking you, why have you become so cowardly, huh?"

The old man instantly appeared in front of Lv Potian, looking only one meter six tall, yet slapped the back of Lv Potian’s head.

"Master, I haven’t."

"Now I am the Lord General of General Mountain, not the young man of those years who only worried about feeding himself. A single decision of mine can result in the death of thousands, the breaking of countless families, dynasties collapsing, and power shifts."

"So your disciple has to be more cautious."

"Bullshit!"

"You still dare to argue."

The old man said nothing more and slapped the back of Lv Potian’s head again.