Chapter 663
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Chapter 663: Zhang Qishan’s Guardian
The crowd silently stared at the bloodstains in the pit,
that was the blood of the priest Rocky.
Such an invincible and terrifying prodigy, just like that, died?
Mo Lin showed no expression on his face, but beside him, Zhang Qishan felt a wave of relief.
Fortunately, he hadn’t gone to find Lin Feng earlier; otherwise, he would have probably been dead by now!
He actually acted like a fool, helping Mo Lin deal with Lin Feng?
Among the younger generation,
how many could defeat Lin Feng?
To take down Lin Feng, they would likely need to call upon the older generation,
but he wasn’t a fool; he would never summon the clan’s ancestors for Mo Lin!
“Mo Lin, our cooperation ends here!”
Zhang Qishan said in a low voice.
“Are you afraid? You, a direct descendant of the Zhang family, ranked fiftieth on the prodigy list, are afraid?”
Mo Lin replied.
“It’s not fear; it’s that I have no reason to offend such a powerful being for you!”
Zhang Qishan shook his head.
Mo Lin’s expression darkened at his words, and he fell silent!
After a long while,
he finally spoke:
“I remember you have a protector at the early stage of tribulation, right? If you let your protector take action, they should be able to kill Lin Feng!”
“Absolutely not! Uncle Zhang is here to keep an eye on me; if I’m not in life-threatening danger, he won’t interfere with anything!
“And besides, don’t you have a few ancestors in the tribulation stage secretly supporting you? Why should I call for help? Do you think I’m a pawn? Ridiculous!”
Zhang Qishan immediately refused!
Mo Lin frowned at his words but remained silent. Just then, Lin Feng shifted his gaze over.
“Isn’t this the young master Mo Lin? Long time no see!”
Lin Feng said, a hint of a smile on his lips as he walked toward Mo Lin.
This scene
instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
Could it be that Lin Feng, who had just slain the prodigies of the three major forces, was now targeting Mo Lin?
“A few days ago, we just met in the clan; it’s not really a long time!”
Mo Lin’s expression was cold.
“Slap!”
Lin Feng suddenly slapped Mo Lin hard across the face.
Mo Lin couldn’t dodge in time and was sent flying, losing a tooth in the process!
“I said long time no see, so it’s long time no see! What are you arguing about?”
Lin Feng said coldly.
“You, you dare to hit me!”
Mo Lin struggled to get up from the ground, his face filled with disbelief.
“Slap!”
Lin Feng slapped Mo Lin’s face again, sneering:
“What’s wrong with hitting you? Do you think this is the Demon God Clan? Without your father, the Demon Lord, you’re just a waste!”
Mo Lin covered his face, filled with resentment, his whole body trembling with anger!
Such a humiliation!
It was truly a great humiliation!
As the young master of the Demon God Clan, the son of the Demon Lord, how had he ever been so humiliated? Especially in front of so many people!
“Try looking at me with that gaze again!”
Lin Feng’s tone suddenly turned cold.
Mo Lin trembled at his words and quickly lowered his head.
“Remember! From now on, when you see me, you must greet me proactively; otherwise, every time I see you, I’ll hit you!”
Lin Feng said coldly.
He then glanced at Zhang Qishan not far away.
Zhang Qishan forced a smile and quickly lowered his head, showing submission…
“Alright! Everyone, go back to what you were doing!”
Lin Feng scanned the crowd, taking the unconscious Mo Li and the corpse of Mo Ye with him as he left!
……
As they watched Lin Feng’s departing figure,
the expressions of the crowd varied, and they found it hard to calm down!
They all knew something big was about to happen!
Unlike the previous killings of those minor figures,
this time,
with two powerful beings from the Dark Race and the Angel Race dead, they would definitely not let it go easily; they might even mobilize tribulation-level experts!
Including the Primordial Holy Temple!
Bolo was a disciple of an old monster from the Primordial Holy Temple,
who had come out for training and ended up tragically dying here…
“I… I want to ask, is the Copper Coffin Conference still going to continue?”
At this moment, someone in the crowd nervously spoke up.
“Continue what? The three main organizers are dead; what are we still doing here?”
Someone shook their head and said.
As soon as this was said,
the crowd chose to leave the scene, planning to inform others about what had happened here, and boast a little!
After everyone had left,
Mo Lin rubbed his swollen face and then slammed his fist down on the table in front of him, shattering it into pieces!
“Lin Feng, I want you to have a terrible death!”
Mo Lin’s expression was ferocious as he shouted each word.
“I hope your wish comes true soon; I’ll take my leave now!”
Zhang Qishan glanced at Mo Lin and turned to leave.
Mo Lin watched Zhang Qishan’s departing figure and suddenly said:
“Didn’t you want my Demon Horn Flute before? If you help me kill Lin Feng, I’ll give you the Demon Horn Flute!”
Zhang Qishan paused at his words.
The Demon Horn Flute was a sonic weapon, already reaching the level of a low-grade spiritual treasure. Combined with the string sound secret technique he practiced, it could unleash multiplied power!
Once he had the Demon Horn Flute,
his combat power would increase significantly!
He had previously asked Mo Lin for it, stating he would offer a spiritual treasure of the same level in exchange, but Mo Lin had refused…
“Are you serious?”
Zhang Qishan’s eyes flickered.
“Do you think I would lie to you?”
Mo Lin’s expression was grim.
Zhang Qishan pondered for a moment.
Although he felt he shouldn’t provoke Lin Feng, greed often led to trouble.
He couldn’t resist such temptation, so he said:
“Alright, I can give it a try!”
“Then just wait for good news!”
A cold glint flashed in Mo Lin’s eyes.
Zhang Qishan nodded and, after leaving the Copper Coffin Conference, arrived at a small courtyard.
In the courtyard, there was a chair,
and on the chair lay an old man dressed in black, with white hair and skin like a dried riverbed.
The old man appeared frail and decrepit, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that within a ten-meter radius around him, it was like spring, flowers blooming and falling, creating a stark contrast with the icy landscape nearby!
This was a form of Dao!
And being able to wield the Dao to such an extent undoubtedly proved that this old man was a tribulation-level expert!
“Uncle Zhang!”
Zhang Qishan approached cautiously and called out.
This old man was someone his father valued greatly, so he naturally didn’t dare to be careless…
“Didn’t you go to the Copper Coffin Conference?”
The old man slowly opened his eyes,
his gaze as deep and dark as the cosmic starry sky…
“It’s like this…”
Zhang Qishan recounted everything that had happened at the Copper Coffin Conference.
“So, you want?”
“Indeed, I want to ask Uncle Zhang to help me deal with that Lin Feng!”
“Xiao Shan, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but before coming here, your father repeatedly instructed me not to interfere with your training… This is not good for you! You must walk your own path; no one can help you forever!”
The old man shook his head slightly.
“Uncle Zhang, just this once! I must obtain that Demon Horn Flute; you know what it means to me!”
Zhang Qishan said quickly.
The old man pondered for a moment, then finally nodded:
“Since that’s the case, I’ll help you this once!”
“But just this once; next time, unless your life is in danger, I absolutely won’t intervene!”
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang!”
Zhang Qishan’s expression was filled with joy!
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