The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 588: The Turbulence of the Ancient Martial World_1

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: The Turbulence of the Ancient Martial World_1

"What’s happening?"

Mo Shaoyun came over to Zhang Xian, asking, "What have you noticed again?"

"There are people ahead, and they’re skilled." Zhang Xian laughed, saying, "Looks like they’re planning to ambush someone here."

The old nun frowned, asking, "People from the auction venue?"

"I’m not sure."

Zhang Xian shook his head before laughing and saying, "Regardless of who they are, let’s go check it out first. If they dare to do something like this, they must be prepared to be beaten at their own game."

Jing Yi and the others exchanged glances, grinned wryly, shook their heads, and followed after him.

On a normal day, the three women would be scared. Anybody who dared to rob outside an auction venue would definitely have significant strength.

But now, with Zhang Xian and Blood Soul there, they weren’t worried.

When these two guys came together, even Grandmasters had to step aside. They didn’t rob others, and people were already thankful for that; for others to rob them was simply looking for trouble.

"Halt..."

A few people suddenly sprang out from the woods, blocking Zhang Xian and the others’ path.

"Why are you blocking our path? What do you want to do?" Zhang Xian looked at the men before him, frowning deeply.

Earlier, he had just run a quick psychic scan without paying much attention. However, seeing there were Westerners among them, he had dismissed his initial thought. These guys were probably not here to rob.

"We haven’t done anything; we just want to take you with us. Just for a little trip." A middle-aged man sneered.

Zhang Xian looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Why?"

"Enough with the useless chatter."

The middle-aged man said, "If you don’t want to suffer, follow us quietly. If you resist, we’ll resort to force. You choose."

"Sure, tell him that, let’s see what he chooses." Zhang Xian pushed Blood Soul forward.

The three men in front of them were highly skilled Innate Martial Artists. Usually, they would be considered a significant force among Martial Artists.

Unfortunately, they were not ordinary Martial Arts Practitioners. For these three Innate Martial Artists to mess with them was as good as courting death. It seemed destined that these guys were going to end in tragedy today.

"Are you the leader?" The middle-aged man looked at Blood Soul and asked, "Why wear a mask? Ashamed to show your face? Or do you think you’re invincible?"

Blood Soul stared at the middle-aged man, hesitated for three seconds, and then abruptly threw a punch with extreme speed.

"Oh shit..."

The middle-aged man was pretty strong, with Innate level skills.

However, Blood Soul was not slow. His sudden, fast punch was comparable to a Grand Master’s. The middle-aged man hadn’t even reacted before he was hit squarely. His nose collapsed, and blood splattered wildly.

"Uh..."

Seeing this, the other two were startled. They simultaneously launched an attack, going for Blood Soul.

This damn guy, resorting to sneak attacks.

Blood Soul dodged quickly, evading their joint attack, and launched a strong counterattack.

Zhang Xian was watching from the side and had no intention of helping.

Mo Shaoyun and the other girls watched as if it were all a big show. They had seen Blood Soul’s strength before, and knew the three guys were no match for him.

Sure enough, a short while later, the three Innate Martial Artists had all fallen one after another like dead dogs. They no longer had their former bravado.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xian crouched down, looking at the three with a smile, "If you tell me, in a good mood, I may even let you live."

They glared at Zhang Xian. Along with fear, there was also a trace of horror.

The youngster had such a highly skilled fighter by his side. The three of them, all Innate-level, were beaten until they were crying for their fathers and mothers, unable to fight back.

"Not talking?"

Zhang Xian gave a cold smile, stood up, and said, "Blood Soul, disable them for me."

Blood Soul stepped forward, ready to act.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly said, "Kid, I would advise you not to mess around. We are not someone you can afford to offend."

"Well, I don’t believe that." Zhang Xian laughed coldly, "Like I said before, be honest, and we can talk. If not, this day next year will be your death anniversary."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Xian and said word by word, "Hmph, we are the representatives of God. If you dare touch us, you will have to face the wrath of God’s representative. Maybe you don’t know what it means to be God’s representative, but I can tell you that God’s representative is the most powerful organization in the world. Five people can challenge its authority."

"God’s representative? Is this some kind of threat towards me? Isn’t this force a bit weak?"

Zhang Xian gave him a surprised look. Then, latching onto Mo Shaoyun’s arm, he strode off in a particular direction without even turning back, saying, "Blood Soul, kill these three idiots; we’re going after the God’s representative."

Blood Soul nodded and walked towards the three.

"What... What are you doing?" The middle-aged man was terrified.

The other two were as well.

Ordinary people might not know about their association with God’s representative. How could these people with considerable strength not know?

Or perhaps these guys simply didn’t care and didn’t consider God’s representative as a threat? This possibility seemed extremely low, even impossible.

They needed to know, their affiliation with God’s representative wasn’t a common run-off-the-mill organization, but an all-encompassing one, with a strong presence in various fields and an array of top-tier experts at the helm.

"Roar..."

When Blood Soul approached the three, he let out a low growl, showing no mercy, and promptly disposed of them all.

...

Big Buddha Temple, somewhere in the forest.

The elderly man in a grey robe looked at the few people in front of him, his face was ashen.

When he saw Zhang Xian come out earlier, he followed him at a distance and was about to make a move when two figures suddenly burst out from the side and blocked his path.

He had the strength of the Grandmaster Realm and didn’t initially think much of the two men in front of him. However, when actually exchanging blows, he was astonished to find that the two men were both Grandmasters.

"Old fellow, your strength is really beyond my expectations!" A middle-aged man sneered.

His Chinese wasn’t very good, but it was still just about understandable.

The other middle-aged man, who seemed unable to speak Chinese, hadn’t uttered a word from the side. However, from that disdainful look in his eyes, it wasn’t hard to see that he wasn’t taking the elder man in the grey robe seriously.

"Damn it..."

The elder man in the grey robe looked at the two middle-aged men, contemplating how to handle this situation.

When he left the Big Buddha Temple, he let the people inside the sect leave first. Robbery is best done alone than with a group.

Now, being inexplicably intercepted, he regretted letting those guys leave early. The two people in front of him were only slightly stronger than him. If he had help, he wouldn’t be in such an awkward position.

"Go..."

The speaking middle-aged man didn’t want to delay and suddenly rushed towards the elder man in the grey robe.

The other middle-aged man followed closely. They tried to stop the elder man in the grey robe from escaping.

The elder man in the grey robe gave a cold smile and dashed in a certain direction.

He wasn’t a match for these two men in a direct confrontation, but one-on-one, he wasn’t afraid at all. However, fleeing in such a disgraceful manner made him very unhappy.

...

Big Buddha Temple, somewhere in the forest.

Four figures were being chased from the front and the back.

The elder man had the fastest speed and was leading the way. The three people behind were slower and looked back from time to time, their faces filled with panic.

There were seven people in all chasing, with considerable differences in their speeds.

The elderly man in the lead was like an arrow off the string, shooting straight at the three people in front, shortening the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No..."

Suddenly, the elder man felt a strong wind from behind and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Trying to run..." The chaser was none other than the mercenary king, Chris.

Chris reached the elder man, threw a punch that contained a horrifying force and knocked the elder man flying. Blood gushed out from his mouth.

"Ah..."

The elder man screamed, fell to the ground like a frog, and continued to bleed from the corner of his mouth, staining the ground red.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape?"

Chris gave a cold smile and continued to rush forward without any hesitation.

The Hand of God had already begun infiltrating various forces, and the ancient martial arts realm of Huaxia was a fat piece of meat that they wouldn’t give up.

Compared to other forces, they valued the ancient martial arts realm of Huaxia even more. If they became allies, the major ancient sects of Huaxia would become an irresistible weapon.

If they were enemies on the contrary, the ancient martial art realm of Huaxia would become a severe headache for the Hand of God. This force, they either need to absorb or completely annihilate.

"Where do you think you can run to?"

The people who came up behind seized the elder man, bound him up tightly like a dumpling.

To infiltrate the ancient martial arts realm of Huaxia, the Hand of God still needed these people.

...

After Zhang Xian and others left Big Buddha Mountain, they went straight back to the hotel, planning to rest overnight and return first thing in the morning.

Although he had just made nearly ten billion, temporarily relieving the urgent need, the bottomless pit had not been filled. He still needed to find ways to earn money to fill this huge gap.

"Zhang Xian, are we going back tomorrow?" Mo Shaoyun asked.

Zhang Xian looked at Mo Shaoyun and asked: "Why, don’t you want to go back? Or, do you have something to do?"

"No, let’s go back!" Mo Shaoyun shook her head.

Over here, she had no acquaintances and was also her first time here, so it wasn’t likely that she would have anything to do. The reason she asked this was that she wanted to spend more time with Zhang Xian.

In the eyes of ordinary lovers, it’s not unusual for two people to be alone. But it was quite rare for her.

There was no way, since they came here, Zhang Xian was busy most of the time, and the real time he spent with her was too little. Even in the free time late at night, they basically spent it practicing.

"Ding dong..."

Suddenly, a phone ring tone sounded.

Zhang Xian took out his cell phone and saw it was the cassock guy calling, he answered and laughed: "Master, do you need me for something?"

"You don’t know, do you?"

Zhang Xian asked doubtfully: "What are you referring to? Should I know?"

"Some things happened after the auction. Many people from the sects were kidnapped by a mysterious force, even the Grandmaster strong men were attacked."

Zhang Xian asked in surprise: "People from the sect were kidnapped?"

"Yes, we suspect that it was the work of the Hand of God. Other than them, no one else has the guts."

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