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Chapter 120 What kind of monster are you?!
Admittedly, these little guys have all undergone ample training.

However, they were used to sparring between their sects and lacked real combat experience. When faced with the Quanxing demons who used all sorts of tricks, they still held the naive idea that they could hurt people but not kill them...

So immature, so incredibly immature!
He Jingfeng shook his head, thinking that such a young child should go to the Netherworld Pavilion for some proper training.

He guarantees that within a year, he will be able to return a truly authentic assassin to the Tang Clan!
Just as He Jingfeng was thinking this, Tang Miaoxing, whose entire body was covered in a light purple poison barrier, shouted at the crowd, "Everyone who hasn't yet developed a poison barrier, leave this place!"

"The rest of you deal with the other Quanxing, I'll handle the Corpse Demon!"

The Tang Clan disciples exchanged glances, then turned their attacks on the others.

Seeing this, Tang Miaoxing finally breathed a sigh of relief and faced Tu Junfang alone.

Tu Junfang smirked, using his Three Corpses to defend against the instant attack while chuckling, "Uncle Tang, do you think that by stopping me alone, they won't be attacked by the Corpse Demon?"

"Just a heads-up, we in Quanxing don't have the same rules as you upright folks."

"As long as I'm happy, I'll even pass on the most fundamental secret techniques for survival..."

Does this mean that other people have also learned this Three Corpses Technique?!

Tang Miaoxing's pupils contracted sharply, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

In the next instant, thick black mist erupted from the battlefield not far away.

Two corpses, far more ferocious than Tu Junfang's, surged out and charged towards the surrounding Tang Clan disciples.

In an instant, at least three Tang Clan disciples were engulfed by the black mist, enveloped in layers of it.

Zhang Chulan stared wide-eyed at the young man who controlled the three corpses, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Lü Liang?!"

"He can actually control the Three Corpses?!"

This is bad. If the Tang Clan disciples are infected with corpse poison and are crippled as a result, it will definitely escalate the situation and may even trigger a life-or-death war between the Tang Clan and Quanxing!

Zhang Chulan thought to himself with a headache.

Just then, He Jingfeng, who was beside him, suddenly muttered to himself:
"We've seen enough, it's time for us to show ourselves!"

"..."

Zhang Chulan was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly said, "Sect Leader He, you—"

He Jingfeng glanced at him and said, "Don't be nervous. With me here, things won't get to that point. Besides, I came here to discuss cooperation with the Tang Clan. How could I just stand by and watch these little guys get hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, gasps of surprise came from the battlefield below.

Zhang Chulan quickly turned his head and looked down. He saw the black mist that was entangled with the Tang Clan disciples being dispersed by a black iron rod. A tall man in black appeared in the black mist, holding the iron rod and standing there expressionless.

As for the three Tang Clan disciples who were swallowed by the black energy, they had already disappeared!

"when?!"

Zhang Chulan looked surprised and quickly searched his surroundings before spotting the three figures.

At this moment, the three Tang Clan disciples were standing under a large tree not far away, staring blankly at the man in black in front of them.

It was clearly this mysteriously appearing man in black who rescued the three Tang Sect disciples before the black aura descended upon them.

Moreover, judging from his all-black attire and the black iron rod in his hand, he should be a companion of the person in the black mist!

"So fast!"

"I didn't even notice!"

Zhang Chulan was secretly alarmed, and at the same time, he glanced at He Jingfeng, making some guesses about the identities and origins of the two.

At the same time, the crowd below also gasped, some overjoyed that their companion had been rescued, others astonished by the appearance of a third party.

Among this group, the most shocked was naturally Lü Liang, who controlled the Three Corpses.

What shocked him was not the speed of the man in black, but that the man was completely unaffected by the Three Corpses!

How can this be? !
Could it be that these two mysterious men in black are people who have severed their three corpses?!

"Pfft-"

Just as Lü Liang was in shock, an iron rod pierced through his shoulder.

Blood flowed down his arm, and the pain of being pierced came as the iron rod was pulled out.

"There's a third person?!"

Startled, Lü Liang quickly turned around, enduring the pain, and stretched out his arm to the man in black behind him.

He suspected that the Three Corpses technique had no effect on these people, so he switched to his best skill—the Soul Enlightenment Technique, or rather, the Blue Hand technique among the Eight Extraordinary Skills!
In an instant, a shimmering blue light condensed into an arm, reaching for the man in black's forehead.

The next second, the blue hand pierced straight through the man in black's head.

The man in black remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the situation, and continued swinging the iron rod without pause.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of flesh being pierced echoed simultaneously. Ignoring the blue hand piercing through his head, the man in black used the iron rod in his palm to pierce through Lü Liang's joints, causing blood to splatter all over his body, and his legs collapsed weakly to the ground.

"what?!"

"Even dual-wielding is useless?!"

Lu Liang's pupils contracted sharply, and a shock and confusion even stronger than before welled up in his heart.

At the same time, two more figures quietly appeared on the battlefield.

One of them appeared behind Liao Guangtou, and with an iron rod of unknown material in his hand, he easily shattered the golden bell shield on Liao's body, pierced through his solid muscles filled with qi, crippling all four of his limbs, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

As for the last person, he first appeared next to Granny Jin Feng, knocked her unconscious with a chop to the neck, and then, taking advantage of Xia Liuqing's rage, used the iron rod in his hand to pierce through Xia Liuqing's palm, pry off the radiant divine mask, and finally kicked him unconscious.

In just a few seconds, all members of the Quanxing sect, except for Tu Junfang, lost their ability to fight.

The Tang Clan members stared in shock at the five men in black who had suddenly appeared, and dared not make a move for a moment.

Tang Miaoxing and Tu Junfang, who were facing off, also darkened their expressions and broke away from the battle, scattering to the sides.

"Who are you?"

Tang Miaoxing stared gravely at the nearest man in black and asked, "Why did you infiltrate the Tang Clan?!"

The man in black did not answer, but grabbed Granny Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing by the collar and threw them at Tang Miaoxing's feet.

Not only that, the other two men in black also grabbed Lü Liang and Liao Guangtou, and handed them over to the nearest Tang Clan disciple.

With a thud, Lü Liang's body crashed to the ground, and the pain returned to his entire body.

But he seemed completely unconcerned about these things, his brown eyes still staring at the man in black with shock and confusion.

He had already realized how strange the blue hand had felt.

It's not so much that the Dual-Handed Technique is ineffective against this guy, but rather that he has no soul at all!
But how is this possible?!

How can a human being not have a soul?

Lü Liang tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help himself and blurted out:
"What kind of monster are you?!"

The man in black paid no attention to Lü Liang's reaction. He simply looked at the Tang Clan disciples in front of him, pointed to the two people at his feet, and then turned and left with the iron cudgel in his hand.

"..."

The Tang Clan members exchanged glances, cautiously offered their thanks, and then stepped forward to restrain the two individuals.

At the same time, He Jingfeng leaped down from the treetop, landed on the ground, and walked slowly toward them.

As they passed the men in black, they all stepped forward, holding iron bars, and silently followed behind He Jingfeng.

Seeing this, everyone immediately realized that the young man in the suit who appeared last was the real culprit!

"Master Tang, I have long admired your name!"

He Jingfeng walked up to Tang Miaoxing, who had a solemn expression, and smiled as he extended his hand, saying, "It's our first meeting. I didn't prepare any gifts, but I happened to run into these Quanxing thugs. I took it upon myself to order my men to capture them alive and hand them over to the sect leader as a greeting gift."

"I wonder if the sect leader is satisfied?"

He Jingfeng spoke these words casually, as if these few Quanxing masters were nothing to him.

Tang Miaoxing's heart sank, realizing that this third group of uninvited guests might be even more troublesome than the Quanxing Sect...

After a moment's thought, he glanced at Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing at his feet and said indifferently, "I am naturally very satisfied with the Quanxing Society's gesture of respect."

"As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Since you have presented such a generous gift to our Tang Clan, we should also express our gratitude. Why don't you tell us your name and background, so that I may know who I should thank..."

He Jingfeng smiled and said, "Sect Leader, you are too kind. My name is He Jingfeng, and I am the Pavilion Master of the Netherworld Pavilion. I have come uninvited because I have some matters to discuss with you."

The Master of the Netherworld Pavilion?!

Tang Miaoxing was taken aback upon hearing this, and then looked at He Jingfeng with a solemn expression.

Although the Tang Clan has a relatively closed-off style, the world of supernatural beings has been turbulent in recent years. As a major force in the industry that cannot be ignored, they cannot completely ignore these matters.

As the sect leader, Tang Miaoxing had naturally heard of the fame of the Netherworld Pavilion.

This is a powerful force of supernatural beings with significant international influence. They are said to have a cooperative relationship with the company, and even the Ten Elders and members of the board of directors treat them with caution...

Thinking of this, Tang Miaoxing couldn't help but grasp He Jingfeng's hand and said in a deep voice, "So it's Pavilion Master He!"

"For someone of your stature, the Pavilion Master, to condescend to personally visit the Tang Clan is truly an honor I cannot help but feel flattered."

"But I wonder, what exactly is the matter that the Pavilion Master wants to discuss with the Tang Sect?"

He Jingfeng laughed upon hearing this and shook his head, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry. We should have our conversation in a proper place."

"Besides, I haven't finished presenting my greeting gift yet..."

As he spoke, He Jingfeng glanced at Tu Junfang, the only one still standing, and said indifferently, "Isn't there one left here?"

(End of this chapter)