Chapter 493: Chapter 493, Luo Lin
Tong Zheng didn’t make a move and continued to sit in place, drinking and eating.
"So what if it is?"
The leader among the three youths from the Southern Region had a stern face, and anger burned in his eyes.
"I never fight with nobodies."
Huang Ling’s lips curled into a sneer as he lightly shifted his steps. In the blink of an eye, he was within ten meters of the three youths. Everyone around looked panicked, quickly retreating to avoid being involved.
"Remember my name, Deep Sea Domain, Huo Yan!"
Boom!
As soon as Huo Yan finished speaking, his entire body turned into a crimson flame, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, directly charging towards Huang Ling. Huo Yan’s two junior brothers retreated together, their gazes icy as they watched Tong Zheng and Huang Ling.
Swish!
"Kill!"
Huang Ling shouted, a flash of light in his hand, and an earthy yellow long saber appeared. The blade tip was icy cold, emitting a chilling light. Pressing down with his left hand and slashing fiercely with his right, a dazzling blade light shot up into the sky.
Pfft!
The flames surrounding Huo Yan were instantly torn apart by the blade light, revealing his true form. Huo Yan’s eyes narrowed, his right hand clenched into a fist, muscles bulging, and he punched out, flames roaring like a dragon.
Fist Force and blade light collided, canceling each other out. All the tables on the second floor of the inn, except for Chu Ming’s and Tong Zheng’s, were destroyed, turned to powder by the powerful qi.
For a moment, everyone retreated in shock.
Chu Ming’s gaze was calm, his expression unchanging, as he watched the fight between the two. Although Huang Ling and Tong Zheng had boasted arrogantly just now, they indeed had the strength to back it up. While their prowess might not be significant in the Central Divine Domain, in the Eastern Domain, they could at least rank around the fortieth or fiftieth on the Profound List.
Bang bang bang...
Pfft pfft pfft...
The two exchanged blows, a hundred moves passing in an instant. Despite their efforts, Huo Yan could not take down Huang Ling. Infuriated, Huo Yan’s flames surged, filling half the inn, completely destroying it.
"Shocking Killing Mad Saber!"
Huang Ling’s yellow robe fluttered, his black hair stood on end, cold light burst from his eyes. Lifting the saber with both hands, muscles bulging, he slashed down fiercely in an instant. The blood-red blade light, like an enraged red dragon, charged straight at Huang Ling.
Pfft pfft pfft...
"Pfft..."
Blade light filled with Sword Force shot out, instantly dispersing the flames around Huo Yan. Huo Yan’s face darkened as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His clothes torn, the Sword Force slashed over his skin, leaving bloody wounds.
"Senior Brother!!"
Huo Yan’s two junior brothers rushed to him, but the intense Sword Force surrounding him had not yet dissipated. Before they could reach him, they were severely injured by the Sword Force.
For a time, the inn fell silent, everyone’s gaze upon Huang Ling filled with terror.
"A bunch of nobodies, leave the Central Divine Domain at once!"
Huang Ling smirked coldly, his voice disdainful. As he spoke, he kicked Huo Yan, who lay on the side. With the force of a mountain, the kick sent Huo Yan flying a hundred meters away, half of his body turned into a bloody mess, eliciting chills.
His two junior brothers looked humiliated, their faces determined, eyes sharp as knives, wanting to tear Huang Ling apart.
Huang Ling glanced at everyone. The only ones still seated on the second floor were his companions Tong Zheng and Chu Ming.
Huang Ling frowned. Although he was unknown in the Central Divine Domain, in Hu Ye City, he was a top genius.
"Hmph!"
Huang Ling snorted coldly, pinching his right hand fingers. Qi filled with Sword Force injected, with a slight flick, creating a whistling blade of energy shooting towards Chu Ming.
Buzz!
With his potent Soul Power, Chu Ming saw through Huang Ling’s actions. Facing the sneak attack, Chu Ming gently dipped his right hand in a few drops of wine, imbuing them with Slaughter Sword Intent, making them glow red and rushing towards the blade energy.
Pfft pfft pfft...
Bang!
A streak of blood shot out like a meteor, Huang Ling’s blade energy, fragile against the wine drops, was torn apart instantly. Huang Ling’s expression changed as the wine, too fast to dodge, came at him.
"Ah!!!"
Pfft pfft pfft...
In moments, several bloody holes appeared on Huang Ling’s body, blood oozing out, a terrifying sight. More importantly, the Slaughter Sword Intent in the wine wreaked havoc inside him, causing immense pain.
Swish!
"Huang, are you alright?"
A blue light flashed, as Tong Zheng instantly reached Huang Ling, supporting him. The moment Tong Zheng’s hand touched Huang Ling, he was shocked to see it covered in sword marks, dazzlingly bright.
"Quick, inform Senior Brother Luo!"
Huang Ling’s face was grim, staring at Chu Ming with murderous intent.
Tong Zheng didn’t speak, watching Chu Ming warily while crushing a jade pendant at his waist.
Senior Brother Luo?
As the two spoke, not hiding from others, the mention of Senior Brother Luo flashed through Chu Ming’s mind like lightning. Tong Zheng’s movements didn’t escape Chu Ming’s eyes, but he did not stop him.
"Thank you!"
In the stunned silence, Huo Yan got up, pale and weak, cupping his fists towards Chu Ming in gratitude.
"Mm."
Chu Ming lightly nodded. In truth, his intervention wasn’t to save Huo Yan and his brothers but a reaction to Huang Ling’s abrupt attack. Huo Yan understood this, so after thanking him, he left the inn with his two junior brothers’ support.
Boom!
Suddenly, a blood cloud appeared in the sky, rapidly expanding, filling the air with the scent of blood.
"Is that... Luo Lin of Blood Cloud Palace?!"
A drinker’s eyes widened in horror, shouting.
"Are you sure?"
Someone breathed heavily, quickly asking.
"Definitely, it must be Luo Lin. I once saw him from afar in a battle with Zuo Feiyun of Great Freedom Palace. I’ll never forget his demonic figure."
That drinker’s face was certain, affirming this.
Chu Ming’s ears twitched, showing a faint smile. He was waiting for Luo Lin, more precisely, the Blood Jade in Luo Lin’s possession.
As they spoke, the blood cloud already enveloped the inn, and a youth in a yellow robe leaped down, landing steadily in mid-air parallel to the inn, his gaze sweeping the room, fixing on the pale-faced Huang Ling and Tong Zheng.