Huangxiu

Chapter 980 Invitation

The disheveled-looking middle-aged man floated down outside the group of demons, frowning as he looked on.

He hesitated, watching the demons attack from afar.

The demons launched an increasingly frenzied attack, but they couldn't stop Monchi's fists.

His fists were like copper hammers, and as time passed, they showed no signs of exhaustion.

The copper hammer felt increasingly substantial, as if it had become heavier and more powerful.

Song Zhixia asked, "Is he going to make a move?...Is he afraid?"

The middle-aged man hesitated and wavered, as if he were making a difficult decision.

Song Lianshuang was also curious to see what he was going to do.

He suddenly looked up.

His gaze seemed to pierce through more than 300 meters, meeting their eyes on the mountaintop.

Leng Tieya smiled and nodded, expressing his friendliness.

The down-on-his-luck middle-aged man looked shy and uncomfortable, nodded, and quickly looked away.

His gaze returned to Monchi and the others.

Monchi was invincible, advancing towards the mountaintop despite the siege of the demons.

One by one, the demons flew out, spitting blood, while Monchi became even more radiant.

Song Zhixia asked in surprise and doubt, "Second sister, Meng Qi is getting stronger and stronger. Could he be about to break through?"

Song Lianshuang frowned slightly, lost in thought and remained silent.

Leng Tieya laughed and said, "Breaking through in the heat of battle isn't that easy."

Song Zhixia asked in confusion, "Then..."

“Then you must have used a secret technique,” ​​Song Lianshuang said, “stimulating potential and overdrawing power.”

Leng Tieya nodded.

The super-sensory eye revealed that Monkey's appearance was radiant, and he grew more energetic as the fight progressed, but his demonic energy was actually weakening and he couldn't hold out for long.

Of course, this won't take too long, but it will be enough to hold out and deal with these demons.

Zhongyun City is a large city, but the number of Heavenly Demons is still limited, and not all Heavenly Demons have received the message.

Aside from restaurants and teahouses, the Heavenly Demon would not spread the news elsewhere.

The more demons who know about it, the more rivals there will be in the competition.

"Will he be able to break through? Or maybe he just got lucky and broke through?" Song Zhixia asked.

Leng Tieya shook his head.

That down-on-his-luck middle-aged man's spirit was only a hair's breadth away from that of a Great Heavenly Demon; Monchi was still far from it.

"That's good then." Song Zhixia said, "It would be too frustrating to see him break through. It would have been better not to come and watch the show at all... These Heavenly Demons are really incompetent!"

"Why don't you give it a try?" Song Lianshuang said.

Song Zhixia pursed her red lips.

These demons are incompetent, but I am even worse than them. Going up against them would just be like offering myself up as food; I couldn't even withstand a single round.

Leng Tieya's gaze remained fixed on the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man, never leaving his side.

The down-on-his-luck middle-aged man is struggling and hesitating, as if he is making a crucial decision that concerns his life or death.

Leng Tieya's expression grew increasingly serious, and he vaguely sensed danger.

Watching the demons being sent flying one by one, Song Zhixia shook her head repeatedly, forcefully swinging the tree branch and saying hatefully, "Not a single one of them is any good!"

“Brother Leng?” Song Lianshuang noticed Leng Tieya’s unusual behavior and asked softly.

Leng Tieya said, "There's something strange about this person... Be careful."

Song Lianshuang frowned as she stared at the disheveled middle-aged man, but couldn't discern anything unusual: "What's wrong with him?"

Leng Tieya looked solemnly at the down-and-out middle-aged man, whose body gradually straightened up, like a towering mountain rising abruptly and strangely.

His imposing aura surged to the heavens, then transformed into a raging inferno. His figure blurred instantly, and the next moment, the blurred form flashed before Monchi's eyes.

Monkey had just knocked the two demons away with his fists and was retracting them, not having time to throw another punch.

He roared, retreating as far as possible, and then thrust his fists out in an arc.

The two middle-aged experts behind him reacted extremely quickly, swiftly pushing their palms forward.

Two five-colored palm prints materialized in the air and shot towards the down-and-out middle-aged man.

“Great Heavenly Demon,” Song Lian Shuang said softly.

The reaction speed of these two middle-aged masters was too fast, exceeding the scope of the Heavenly Demon.

More importantly, the five-colored palm print is a unique phenomenon of the Great Heavenly Demon's attack.

Leng Tieya chuckled lightly: "The Meng family still values ​​Meng Qi quite a bit."

The demons vying for the Canghai Scroll around them didn't sense anything amiss, unaware that the two were Great Demons. Great Demons can sense demons, and for a demon to sense a Great Demon, the Great Demon must release its aura.

At the critical moment, the two great demons could no longer conceal themselves and unleashed their full power.

The down-on-his-luck middle-aged man flashed by, and three figures appeared.

Two figures each met a five-colored palm print, and a third figure crashed into Monchi's arms.

Monkey's fists were still drawing arcs, unable to touch him, and he was forced into his arms.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The muffled sound was like thunder. The down-on-his-luck middle-aged man touched it and left immediately, appearing ten meters away.

The three figures merged back into one, becoming clear again, only to blur again a moment later, appearing a hundred meters away.

Monkey coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked utterly exhausted.

Like a punctured ball, its original brilliance quickly dissipated.

The two middle-aged men didn't give chase, and watched helplessly as the down-and-out middle-aged man disappeared into the distance.

"That's amazing!" Song Zhixia exclaimed in amazement.

"He's injured too." Song Lianshuang turned to look at Leng Tieya. "Right?"

Leng Tieya nodded slowly: "He suffered a serious injury... This one is still very powerful."

Song Zhixia said, "He recognized them as two Great Heavenly Demons, so he hesitated, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of Canghai's handwritten letter?"

Leng Tieya nodded, sizing up Meng Qi and the two middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men's actions brought the surrounding demons to an abrupt halt.

Monkey sat slumped on the ground, his face pale.

He was slapped in the chest.

He struck him so hard he froze, then pulled the painting tube from his back and fled into the distance.

Having taken a solid blow, his internal organs churned, his demonic energy surged wildly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The two middle-aged men from the Meng clan swept their gazes across the area with lightning speed, causing all the Heavenly Demons to tremble in fear and turn away.

With the Canghai manuscript stolen and two Great Heavenly Demons remaining, staying here would inevitably invite their wrath and retaliation. It would be best to leave.

Leng Tieya shook his head: "Let's go."

"Sigh... this is so boring." Song Zhixia shook her head, very disappointed.

Song Lianshuang said softly, "Little sister, this is already wonderful enough."

Song Zhixia said, "I thought the Demon Lords of the Heavens would be able to keep Meng Qi and give him a good beating. How many Great Demon Lords does the Meng family have? They actually sent two of them at once!"

The Song family only has two Great Heavenly Demons at most, yet the Meng family actually sent two to escort Meng Qi. That's too extravagant.

"I don't think there are many. We don't want Monchi to die, so this is the only way. Brother Leng, let's go."

Leng Tieya glanced into the distance and waved his hand: "You two go first, I'll catch up soon."

Song Zhixia asked curiously, "Brother Leng, what are you going to do?"

Leng Tieya looked at the two middle-aged men who were walking slowly but with surprising speed: "They're here to avenge Mengqi."

Two middle-aged men blinked over the treetops and arrived at the mountain peak, appearing in front of Cold Iron Cliff with icy gazes.

Leng Tieya smiled at them and said, "You two have excellent palm techniques. Are you using the Meng family's palm techniques?"

The two middle-aged men were of different builds; one was burly and the other was thin.

The burly middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, like rolling thunder: "Young Master Leng, you're in high spirits!"

"The Meng family has some impressive methods," Leng Tieya laughed. "Who is that Heavenly Demon?"

"Hmph!" The two middle-aged men snorted coldly at the same time.

Leng Tieya laughed and said, "It seems you two are aware that he has a bad reputation?"

The burly middle-aged man said coldly, "Traitor to the Chi family!"

"Chi Haoyang!" Song Lianshuang whispered, "Brother Leng, you've heard of him, haven't you?"

"So it was him!" Leng Tieya nodded slowly. "His cultivation is already so advanced, what a pity."

Unfortunately, they were separated by a hair's breadth, and in the end, they still failed to receive Canghai's handwritten letter.

"What's there to regret about a traitor!" the burly middle-aged man said in a deep voice. He took a deep breath and said slowly with an unwilling expression, "If Young Master Leng has time, you are welcome to visit the Meng family. The Meng family will never make things difficult for you!"

Song Zhixia's bright eyes widened suddenly, and she blinked, thinking she had misheard.

Leng Tieya chuckled: "Alright, I'll go to the Meng family!"

He immediately understood what the Meng family meant.

They clearly valued Canghai's handwritten letter more than the Soul-Suppressing Seal.

(End of this chapter)