173: Playing dumb? No grudges?

At Yan Junlin's residence.

An uninvited guest appeared, dressed in a black robe, wearing gauntlets covered in sharp spikes, and exuding a ferocious aura.

Boom!

A group of Mysterious People instantly rushed out from within the residence, surrounding the newcomer.

Yan Junlin walked out from the attic, and when he saw the person who had arrived, his pupils constricted, "It's you!"

He naturally wouldn't forget the person before him; this was someone under the Third Prince's command, who had caused him some trouble previously, and Yan Wugou had also suffered greatly at his hands.

This person was, of course, Xie Weilou!

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Junlin indifferently and said in a chilling tone, "What you did tonight was a bit too much. The Third Prince specifically instructed me to teach you a lesson."

"Kill him."

Yan Junlin's eyes were fierce.

The surrounding Mysterious People immediately attacked, simultaneously rushing towards Xie Weilou.

"Hmph!"

Xie Weilou snorted coldly, stomped his foot, and before these Mysterious People could even get close, they were instantly sent flying. He lunged forward, appearing before Yan Junlin, and punched towards his chest.

"How dare you."

Yan Junlin immediately clenched his fist and met the punch.

Boom!

As their fists collided, a resounding boom echoed, the ground cracked, and a powerful wave of air swept in all directions.

Bang!

Yan Junlin felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was instantly sent flying more than ten meters, crashing into the wall, shattering it. One of his arms was directly slammed down.

"Dao Repository Realm..."

After Yan Junlin stabilized himself, his face was extremely gloomy. When he had seen this person before, he didn't seem this strong, did he?

Xie Weilou smiled coldly, "Interesting! To be able to withstand one of my punches, it seems you are even more extraordinary than I imagined! What I enjoy most is torturing and killing geniuses and prodigies."

Crack!

Yan Junlin reached out, pressed his broken arm, twisted it hard, and the broken bone reconnected. He looked at Xie Weilou indifferently, "As someone under the Third Prince, you indeed have some strength and talent. How about This Prince gives you an opportunity? What if you work for me?"

If such a talent could be won over, that would naturally be for the best, and then they could deliver a fatal blow to the Third Prince.

"Buying me off? Are you even worthy?"

Xie Weilou scoffed.

"You don't know how to cherish it? It seems you're looking for death!"

Yan Junlin raised an eyebrow.

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, several terrifying auras appeared from all directions, instantly locking down Xie Weilou.

"Heh!"

Xie Weilou sneered, ignoring the surrounding lockdown, and instantly appeared before Yan Junlin, punching towards his chest.

"Such speed..."

Yan Junlin's eyes narrowed; he had no time to dodge at all.

Bang!

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his entire body was sent flying like a cannonball. His chest caved in, and many bones were broken.

Pfft!

Yan Junlin crashed into a large tree, breaking it, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, his face somewhat pale.

After he stabilized himself, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said indifferently, "Indeed very strong. Kill him!"

Boom!

Several dark figures appeared, instantly attacking Xie Weilou, all in the Dao Repository Realm.

Xie Weilou showed no fear, meeting them with a punch.

Rumble!

The attacks of several people collided, the ground exploded, and some of the surrounding pavilions instantly turned to dust.

Xie Weilou was forced back twenty meters, looking at Yan Junlin indifferently, "I didn't expect the First Prince to have so many strong individuals around him."

"Kill!"

Yan Junlin spoke in a chilling tone.

"Excuse me, but I won't be staying!"

Xie Weilou's figure flickered, instantly disappearing from here.

"Don't let him go."

Yan Junlin waved his hand, and these Dao Repository Realm cultivators immediately gave chase. A Mystic Form cultivator hidden in the shadows also quietly followed.

"Third Prince, you keep letting your people be so ruthless. You're truly despicable!"

Yan Junlin clutched his chest, tears welling up from the pain.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been stabbed by his own brother—it hurt, it hurt so much!

— — — — — —

Not long after.

At Yan Wuchen's residence.

"Damn it!"

Yan Wuchen crushed his wine glass. Even the strong cultivators from the Eight Extremities Sword Pavilion came forward and failed to resolve the issue; instead, they lost their lives. This was big trouble now.

"Indeed, damn it."

At this moment, a faint voice came from outside the pavilion, and the pavilion door was instantly forced open by a surge of power.

"Who?"

Yan Wuchen waved his hand, sending a wine glass flying out.

Outside the door.

Xie Weilou, in a grey robe, had transformed into an old man with white hair. He casually reached out and caught the wine glass.

"Who are you?"

Yan Wuchen stared intently at Xie Weilou; the person before him made him feel an inexplicable sense of dread.

Xie Weilou said in a hoarse voice, "The Third Prince acts truly without regard for consequences. Do you think everyone is someone you can touch?"

"What do you mean?"

Yan Wuchen's face darkened, not understanding what this old man was saying. Had he done something?

"Playing dumb, are we? It seems this old man needs to teach you a lesson!"

Xie Weilou crushed the wine glass. He instantly appeared before Yan Wuchen and punched towards his chest.

Bang!

A booming sound echoed, Yan Wuchen's chest caved in, and his body flew directly out of the pavilion, blood splattering.

Xie Weilou took a step, instantly rushing out of the pavilion, appearing above Yan Wuchen. He kicked towards Yan Wuchen's head.

Boom!

Yan Wuchen instinctively raised his hands to block his head, his hand bones shattered, and he was kicked flying again, his body plummeting to the ground, creating a large pit.

Cough, cough!

From within the large pit, Yan Wuchen let out a cough. He struggled to stand up and saw bodies piled up in the courtyard—all his subordinates!

So many people had died, yet he hadn't noticed at all, which made his heart race.

"Learned your lesson?"

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Wuchen indifferently.

Yan Wuchen said with a gloomy face, "Old man, what exactly do you mean? I have no grievances with you..."

Boom!

Xie Weilou instantly appeared before Yan Wuchen, grabbed his arm, and twisted it hard.

Crack!

Yan Wuchen's arm was broken.

"......"

Yan Wuchen's pupils constricted, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Boom!

Xie Weilou grabbed Yan Wuchen by the neck and slammed him violently to the ground, unleashing a barrage of punches.

Bang, bang, bang!

The ground cracked, Yan Wuchen took several punches, his entire body's bones shattered, his flesh was mangled, and blood splattered, looking incredibly miserable.

But there was a peculiar mark on his glabella, protecting his soul.

"......"

Xie Weilou yanked Yan Wuchen up and kicked him out.

Boom!

Yan Wuchen was sent flying dozens of meters again. The last time he was beaten like this, he lay in bed for several days. He didn't expect to be beaten again just as his injuries had recovered.

"......"

Xie Weilou walked forward with an indifferent expression.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately flew away.

Rumble!

From the sky, a bloody Heavenly Blade slashed down, and Yan Wuchen's residence was instantly split in half.

A middle-aged man in golden armor flew over. He watched Xie Weilou escape and raised an eyebrow.

Then he looked at Yan Wuchen, his expression a bit strange, "Third Prince, are you alright?"

Yan Wuchen: "......"

Did he look alright? He was almost beaten to death!