131: Chen Ao arrives

So that’s how it is.

Everything made sense now.

Zhao Tianyang’s desperate rampage, his sky-high fury, originated from this.

Seventh Master was dead.

He died at the hands of Chen Ao’s men.

Lin Yu’s last trace of detached amusement, watching the show, completely vanished. In its place was a quiet killing intent.

This was no longer a simple black market conflict.

They dared to kill; did Lin Yu not dare?

Little did they know, compared to Lin Yu’s killing intent, the regret of the men in black was far greater.

After all, it was just a conflict, but now it was truly a fight to the death.

“He’s crazy… that guy is completely insane!”

Not far away, a few men in black who had narrowly escaped from the ruins were hiding behind a broken wall, gasping for breath, still shaken.

Scarface’s chest heaved violently, each breath carrying the scent of blood, as he glared venomously at a similarly disheveled companion beside him.

“Li San! This is all your doing!”

“If you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to touch that old man, how would things have turned out like this?!”

The man called Li San, his face covered in sweat and dust, stammered, defending himself.

“I… how was I supposed to know he was so fragile?!”

Li San’s voice was tearful and aggrieved.

“Damn it, how was I supposed to know?!”

Li San’s voice was sharp and piercing, filled with fear and a desperate desire to clear his name.

He pointed at the Eight-Armed Asura in the sky, then at the Old Ghost kneeling in the ruins, his whole body trembling.

“That kid is a monster! And this old man is also very insidious! I… I thought the remaining one was also a tough nut! I just wanted to strike first to force that monster to stop! Who the hell knew he was just an ordinary old man! He broke with a touch!”

His defense seemed pale and weak, full of an attempt to shift blame.

“Idiot!” Scarface clutched his chest, coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and cursed viciously, “What’s the use of saying all this now! Look at that monster! He’s going to fight us to the death!”

The surviving men in black looked at the asura dharma body slowly wielding eight hellish weapons in the sky, and all felt a chill run down their spines.

They could feel that the insane killing intent had completely locked onto every single one of them.

“Everyone, shut up.”

A cold voice, not loud, instantly suppressed all the arguments and fear.

It was the silent junior leader.

He walked out from behind the broken wall, his empty sleeve swaying in the wind, but he himself was unusually calm.

He didn’t even glance at Li San, simply gazing calmly at the center of the ruins, at the Old Ghost, who was holding Seventh Master’s corpse, utterly distraught.

“Killed, then killed.”

The man’s words were without a ripple, as if stating a trivial matter.

“Just an old fellow about to enter the grave, what’s the big deal?”

Li San suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief.

“But…”

“No buts.” The junior leader interrupted him, finally turning his gaze to him, a look of indifference as if looking at a dead thing, “Don’t forget our identity.”

“We are Master Ao’s men.”

These words carried a deep-seated arrogance and a sense of entitlement.

“In the black market, Master Ao is the rule. Never mind killing a useless old man; even if we killed everyone here, so what?”

His words made the expressions of the few men in black, who had initially been fearful, brighten.

Yes.

What were they afraid of?

Behind them stood Chen Ao! The sole King of Linzhou Black Market!

The junior leader was very satisfied with his subordinates’ reaction, and he slowly scanned the messy battlefield.

“Things have reached this point; there’s no turning back.”

He raised his hand, pointing at the towering Eight-Armed Asura, and then at the grief-stricken Old Ghost in the ruins.

“Today, not a single person from Old Ghost Hall can live.”

“Not just them.”

“Everyone who saw this scene must die.”

The man’s voice carried an unquestionable resolve.

“Master Ao doesn’t like trouble, and he especially doesn’t like anyone challenging his authority.”

“If this matter gets out today, where will Master Ao’s face be? How will we explain ourselves?”

He pulled out a palm-sized black metal cube from his in my arms, covered in intricate patterns.

“I’ll contact Master Ao now and request backup.”

A cruel arc formed at the corner of his mouth.

“Gather men, blockade the entire West District, and then… clear the area.”

Clear the area!

These two words carried a chilling cruelty.

The black metal cube in the junior leader’s hand had already begun to emit faint energy fluctuations.

He was about to activate it.

Once the message was sent, the entire West District of the black market would become a slaughterhouse isolated from the world.

The fear on Li San and the other surviving men in black’s faces was replaced by a morbid excitement.

They were executioners, not sacrifices.

This realization allowed them to regain the arrogance belonging to “Master Ao’s men.”

However.

Just as the junior leader was about to press the center of the metal cube.

A hand appeared out of thin air, gently resting on the back of his hand.

This hand was slender, clean, and well-defined.

Its appearance was without any warning, yet it carried an irresistible, absolute will.

All the hairs on the junior leader’s body stood on end in an instant.

He didn’t even see where this hand came from.

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like a towering mountain, descended with a roar.

This pressure was not directed at him alone.

Instead, it enveloped the entire battlefield.

In the sky, the Eight-Armed Asura, still wildly wielding its weapons, suddenly paused its movements.

In the ruins, the Old Ghost, wailing while holding Seventh Master’s corpse, abruptly stopped crying.

Behind the broken wall, the few men in black who had just looked ferocious became stiff and unable to move.

Even Wang Han and Wang Qingxuan, hiding behind the obsidian shield, felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.

Time, at this moment, seemed to have been paused.

The entire noisy, chaotic, and violent battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

“Well done, but there’s still room for improvement.”

A calm voice, yet with a hint of playfulness, sounded in the junior leader’s ear.

The junior leader turned his head with difficulty, inch by inch.

He saw a man.

A man dressed in casual clothes, with an ordinary appearance.

The man had a faint smile on his face, standing beside him as if he were an ordinary citizen passing by and watching the excitement.

But the profound and imposing aura emanating from him made it difficult for the junior leader to even breathe.

“Master… Master Ao!”

The junior leader’s lips trembled, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth.

Beside him, Li San and the other men in black, upon seeing the newcomer, were even more terrified, lowering their heads in unison.

“Master Ao!”

Chen Ao.

The sole King of Linzhou Black Market.

He had actually come in person.

Chen Ao ignored his kneeling subordinates, merely releasing the hand that had been resting on the junior leader’s hand.