Huang Shaotian saw Yu Daohen holding the red skirt and urgently said, "Quick, get the red skirt back!"
If his father found out he had lost this red skirt, he would surely skin him alive.
Especially if it was taken by Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen grinned. This red skirt was now in his possession, and who would win or lose was yet to be determined. Even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.
Yu Daohen quickly put the red skirt into his backpack and watched the three restless figures.
Seeing that the three hadn't made a move yet, Huang Shaotian cursed, "What are you guys doing? You can't even keep track of one item. If you don't get the red skirt back, I'll have my dad enforce the sect rules!"
The three exchanged glances, feeling miserable and inwardly cursing.
If it weren't for you insisting on provoking this malevolent star, would this red skirt have been lost?
Even if you had to provoke him, you had to be a burden. If he weren't the sect leader's son, he would have been killed with a single palm strike long ago.
The three's thoughts were not unfounded. If Huang Shaotian hadn't been there, Yu Daohen wouldn't have been able to get close to the person behind him. Even if he couldn't win, he could at least fight on equal terms.
Just as Zhuge Liang was unable to help Liu Bei, Huang Shaotian was useless.
As the three were about to make a move, a voice suddenly came from the side of the woods.
"Everyone, please stop!"
Before anyone could turn their heads, a sense of oppression swept over them.
Yu Daohen's lips curved upwards. Only those on the Black List could exert such pressure.
Yu Daohen and Huang Shaotian and the others all turned to look. The newcomers were Haotian Fist, Wangyou Immortal Aunt, and Shentong Chou.
Seeing the three arrive, Huang Shaotian's arrogant expression immediately subsided.
"I am Huang Shaotian, son of Huang Yong. You three elders have arrived just in time. Please do me a favor and ask Yu Daohen to return the red skirt." Huang Shaotian cupped his fists, his attitude extremely respectful.
Inwardly, he rejoiced. He was still worried about not getting the red skirt back, but with three Black List experts here, anyone of them saying a word would make Yu Daohen dare not refuse.
His father was Huang Yong, and they should give him some face.
Therefore, Huang Shaotian immediately announced his family name.
Yu Daohen sneered inwardly. How could he not know Huang Shaotian's little scheme? But once something entered his pocket, even the King of Heaven could not take it back.
Hearing that it was Huang Yong's son, Haotian Fist's face showed a smile. "So it's brother Huang's son, nephew Shaotian."
The Black List experts occasionally gathered together privately, so they mostly knew each other and had some connections.
Haotian Fist then turned to look at Yu Daohen, who had a grim expression on the other side, and his smile became somewhat unnatural.
How could it be that the one fighting with Huang Shaotian was Yu Daohen?
"So it's Young Master Yu." Haotian Fist said politely.
Yu Daohen nodded, "Uncle Hao."
Yu Daohen had heard the conversation between the two clearly, but what did it matter? Even if Haotian Fist didn't help, at worst, he would return the red skirt, and ten years later, he would get it back with interest from the Changle Sect.
How could Haotian Fist not know what Yu Daohen was thinking? But now, he couldn't afford to offend or not offend, putting him in a difficult position no matter what he did.
Haotian Fist wished he could slap himself a few times, regretting it immensely. When he heard someone was fighting here, Shentong Chou had reminded him that it was a private matter.
Haotian Fist was impulsive at the time. After all, this was his territory, and he was the host of the Fengtian Assembly this year. Who would refuse to give him face for a small dispute?
But what Haotian Fist never expected was that the two fighting were Yu Daohen and the Corpse Driving Sect.
Now, he couldn't afford to offend either side. It was like inflating himself with pride and bringing shame upon himself.
Huang Shaotian began to curry favor. "Uncle Hao, you must help your nephew get this red skirt back."
Haotian Fist coughed dryly. He really didn't want to help. He wasn't familiar enough with Huang Yong to help him.
This brat was capable of causing trouble but not of cleaning up the mess.
He was useless and only caused trouble. How could Huang Yong have such a son?
But since it had come to this, if he didn't help, where would his face go? And there were two Black List experts watching.
Why couldn't he have provoked anyone else? He had to provoke Yu Daohen, this little malevolent star. If it were someone from another sect, it would have been a simple matter. After all, he was known as the strongest in the human world, and even the three major sects would have given him some face.
But he had to encounter him.
Haotian Fist reluctantly looked at Yu Daohen. "Young Master Yu, this red skirt..."
Before Haotian Fist could finish, Yu Daohen directly said, "Do you think I would spit out something that has entered Yu Daohen's mouth? Besides, I took it by my own skill, so why should I return it? Never."
Yu Daohen had the demeanor of a hooligan and had no intention of returning it.
Haotian Fist shook his head helplessly. He had expected Yu Daohen to refuse.
He had just established a good relationship with Yu Daohen and didn't want to ruin it for the sake of face.
Seeing that Yu Daohen didn't even give face to the third-ranked Black List expert, Huang Shaotian cursed, "Yu Daohen, have you considered the consequences?"
Yu Daohen snorted. Seeing that Haotian Fist wasn't going to make a move, what else did he have to fear?