114: Head-on confrontation

If Chen Ao had initially been considering whether to think twice, test several times, and then decide his attitude...

Then Li Mo's words now undoubtedly provoked him.

"I've heard your suggestion."

Chen Ao walked to the floating black crystal.

"But I don't accept it."

He stood with his back to Li Mo, his voice calm but carrying an unchallengeable resolve.

"When I, Chen Ao, do things, it's not that complicated."

"In my territory, if you're a dragon, you'll coil. If you're a tiger, you'll crouch."

"I don't care if he's some fierce dragon from the Abyss Domain, or some damn 'resource transfer faction' or 'hedonist faction'."

Chen Ao reached out and gently pressed his hand against the cold surface of the crystal.

"Once you're in my Linzhou territory, you follow my rules!"

Li Mo watched Chen Ao's back, and in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of imperceptible brilliance flashed.

He seemed to want to say something, but Chen Ao didn't give him the chance.

A massive surge of mental power flowed from Chen Ao's palm into the black crystal.

"No need to test anymore."

His voice directly exploded in the minds of Scarface and the silent man in front of Old Ghost Hall!

"Let them see my style, Chen Ao's style!"

...Old Ghost Hall.

The standoff continued.

The sneer on Scarface's face grew wider; he relished the sight of Old Ghost and Seventh Master's suppressed fury.

The dark red Texture on Zhao Tianyang's body were already glowing like hot irons, and the violent aura had almost solidified.

Just as he was about to lose control...

The expression on Scarface's face suddenly froze.

The man beside him, who had been as silent as a stone statue, also showed a subtle tremor.

The two exchanged glances.

They both saw shock in each other's reactions.

And a hint of... irrepressible fanaticism!

Master Ao's command?

No need to test anymore?

Let them see... Master Ao's style?

Although they didn't know what had happened, Chen Ao's words meant... he didn't care about the consequences, didn't care about the situation, and was going all out!

Scarface slowly, slowly reined in the disgusting sneer on his face.

In its place was a pure, emotionless coldness.

He no longer looked at Old Ghost and Seventh Master, but focused all his attention on Zhao Tianyang, who stood like a demon god.

He slowly, slowly moved his arm, which had just been restrained, his joints making crisp cracking sounds.

"Just now..."

He spoke, his voice hoarse like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"The two conditions I mentioned are all null and void."

Old Ghost and Seventh Master's hearts sank, but before they could harbor any hope...

Scarface's scarred face twisted into a truly hideous grin.

"Master Ao gave you a chance."

"It's your own fault for not cherishing it."

He twisted his neck, his bones cracking loudly.

"Now, I've changed my mind."

The silent man also slowly took a step forward.

One step.

The entire floor of Old Ghost Hall trembled slightly.

A pressure far more terrifying and profound than Scarface's descended with a roar!

Scarface extended a finger, first pointing at the mountain of potions piled on the ground, then at Old Ghost and Seventh Master.

"We want all these goods."

"We also want your lives, both of you."

His final finger landed on Zhao Tianyang, with a morbid excitement.

"As for you..."

"Master Ao said your bones should be very hard."

"Just right for his new pet to grind its teeth on."

The moment his words fell.

Scarface's figure vanished.

Not blurred by speed.

He simply disappeared into thin air.

As if he had never stood there.

Old Ghost and Seventh Master's hearts suddenly stopped.

Spatial ability!

This was an extremely rare and tricky ability even among professionals!

Zhao Tianyang's massive body tensed instinctively, the dark red patterns on his body furiously circulating, the violent aura exploding without reservation, trying to sense the opponent's location.

But it was all in vain.

No trace of energy was left in the air.

The next moment.

A deadly chill erupted behind Zhao Tianyang!

Scarface's figure appeared like a ghost, his intact arm transforming into a pale white claw, its fingertips gleaming with a cold light capable of tearing metal, striking directly at Zhao Tianyang's back!

This attack was swift and ruthless, leaving no room for escape!

"Die, kid!"

In a flash, Zhao Tianyang had no time to turn around.

But he didn't turn around either.

He merely channeled all that violent aura into his back.

"Boom!"

A dull, extreme thud.

The claw solidly struck Zhao Tianyang's back.

No blood splattered.

Only a muffled thud, like a heavy hammer hitting a steel plate, and the grating sound of bones being forcibly compressed.

Zhao Tianyang's massive body shook violently, staggering forward a step.

The floor beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

"Blocked it?"

Scarface's attack failed, his face filled with shock.

This claw strike of his was enough to penetrate thirty centimeters of alloy steel plate!

How could this big guy's physical defense be so strong?

Old Ghost and Seventh Master had just breathed a sigh of relief.

But the silent man suddenly spoke, uttering a single word.

"Tremor."

Buzz!

An invisible ripple, flowing along Scarface's arm, instantly permeated Zhao Tianyang's body!

Zhao Tianyang's massive body was like being struck hard from within by a battering ram, his chest suddenly caving inwards, and he uncontrollably lunged forward.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out, splashing onto the ground, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound.

"Tianyang!"

Seventh Master cried out in alarm.

Attacked from both inside and out!

Scarface's physical attack was just a feint; the silent man's tremor ability was the real killing move!

"Hahaha! Now you know fear?"

Scarface, having landed a blow, laughed wildly.

He was about to pursue, to deliver a fatal blow to the fallen Zhao Tianyang.

But his laughter abruptly stopped.

Because Zhao Tianyang stood up again.

He slowly, slowly rose from the ground.

His movements were slow, even somewhat stiff, but each one carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Even more bizarrely.

His aura had changed.

That pure, violent Asura aura was rapidly receding.

In its place was something deeper, more ominous.

"Hmm?"

Scarface stopped in his tracks, and the silent man also showed a grave expression for the first time.

They both sensed something was wrong.

Zhao Tianyang's head was bowed, his expression unclear.

Only the dark red patterns on his body could be seen, suddenly glowing brightly.

Not flickering.

But glowing to the extreme, like red-hot irons!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Countless fine bloodlines suddenly emerged from his pores!

These bloodlines were not liquid; they were more like living red threads. After leaving his body, they did not drip but eerily floated around Zhao Tianyang's body, gently wriggling like living things.

Mythical-grade professions... they're not that simple!