Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 292 Old Xu, do you want money or not?
Above the sky, the winds and clouds are ever-changing.

What was once a bright and clear sky has suddenly become filled with thick clouds and a fierce wind.

The world seemed to change its appearance in an instant.

The drifting clouds gradually and silently enveloped the mountains, forests, and manor.

The voice sneered, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. If I had to force you out, it wouldn't have been any fun."

At this moment, Han Bai and Fan Liangji knew they couldn't dodge, so they immediately did a somersault and jumped down.

But as he jumped, Han Bai's heart skipped a beat again.

He sensed Hongxiu's presence and smelled her sweet, bloody scent.

So close.

Indeed, since Han Bai gradually integrated the demonic seed, his power has increased by leaps and bounds, and his five senses and six perceptions have all been elevated to a state of divine enlightenment.

Therefore, he could smell an unusual scent on Hongxiu's body, a fragrance that was both intoxicating and extremely dangerous.

"Something's not right!" Han Bai quickly looked around. "Sister Hongxiu is right next to me, so why can't I see her?"

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" Fan Liangji asked.

Han Bai retorted, "Old monkey, can't you still sense it?"

"What should I feel?" Fan Liangji rolled his eyes. "You're being neurotic!"

Just as they were talking, a woman slowly walked over.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting white men's outfit with fine silver trim, her hair was styled in a boy's bun, and her nose was straight and prominent with a very high bridge, indicating that she had an extraordinary will and personality.

The girl looked at Han Bai with curiosity and innocence, and said as if she were talking to a family member, "Just by looking at your eyes and listening to your voice, I can tell you're a boy. It's such a pity that you don't know how to cherish life at such a young age."

Han Bai was dumbfounded. His keen senses told him that although the girl in front of him spoke kindly, she actually wanted to kill him!
What kind of woman is this, that she has such a murderous nature?
Fan Liangji's voice transmission came at this moment: "This is the Ghost King's daughter, Xu Yeyue. Take care! Great Hero Bai!"

Han Bai cursed the old monkey inwardly, but on the surface he remained calm and said to Xu Yeyue, "Miss Yeyue, do you really want to kill me?"

Xu Yeyue laughed heartily: "Of course!" Before she finished speaking, a sword was already thrusting towards him.

This young girl's swordsmanship is a perfect blend of form and spirit, yet it is a true orthodox style of the Xuanmen school, extremely disciplined.

Just as her longsword was about three feet away from Han Bai, her pretty face suddenly changed, and a gorgeous black sword with feather patterns quietly landed in Han Bai's hand.

Then, the sword light, like a black dragon emerging from the water, moved swiftly like lightning, and a powerful and rugged aura swept across the land.

Han Bai moved with an eerie grace, his feet seemingly not touching the ground, floating forward and skimming close to the ground as he approached Xu Yeyue!

Ta-da!

Two sword shadows, one white and one black, clashed in the night sky, sparks flying and the sounds were so dense that they made the hearts of those who were watching intently jump.

Just as Han Bai and Xu Yeyue were exchanging sword blows.

The three villains had already quietly slipped into the hall.

The hall was lit only by a few dim candles, which illuminated the vermilion railings and jade steps.

The walls were exquisitely decorated with fine cloud and dragon patterns. Despite its grandeur, only one person sat in the vast hall.

This was a very tall and thin middle-aged man who, in the candlelight and moonlight, held a wine cup in his hand and was watching the two swordsmen fighting intently.

This man has a peculiar face, with deep-set eyes and a high nose. His prominent hump makes him appear more resolute and composed, and his calm gaze gives the impression of someone who is patient and reserved, like a dragon lurking in the abyss.

He was tall and elegant, and his unique facial features gave him an indescribable air of mystery and charm.

Xu Yeyue, standing outside the hall, looked remarkably like him in both appearance and demeanor.

Upon seeing this middle-aged man, the three villains immediately realized that this was none other than the "Ghost King" Xu Ruowu.

This person is too detached from worldly affairs, too profound, like a bottomless, deep blue pool, its waves surging silently.

At this moment, the Ghost King paused in his drinking, his eyes fixed on Han Bai's longsword, a look of inquiry on his face.

"What a magnificent greatsword! What a swift and ruthless sword! What profound Taoist qigong!"

Xu Ruo, who had no eyes to see and no senses to perceive, was increasingly astonished: "Who is this young man?"

"His name is Han Bai. He was originally a servant in the Han family in Wuchang."

At that moment, a clear and unrestrained voice suddenly came from behind in the otherwise silent hall.

Upon hearing this sound, Xu Ruowu's heart leaped into his throat, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Huh?!" Xu Ruowu suddenly waved his sleeve, and a black light flashed, flying like a sword, and a loud bang like thunder echoed in the air.

"Oh dear, that's fierce!" Another simple male voice came, followed by a loud "bang" as the black whip was stopped.

Xu Ruowu let out a "Huh?" and his body flashed, appearing above the man's head before kicking down.

This kick was as swift as lightning, as if carrying wind and rain.

Ding An, carrying a bundle and worried that the contents might be damaged, immediately activated his inner fire energy. His prosthetic hand quietly turned red, and his joints relaxed with a "crackling" sound. He then suddenly swung it towards the sky, extending it and shooting out electricity.

Xu Ruowu was taken aback, never having seen such a strange "weapon" before. He immediately swiftly turned his body and dodged the prosthetic hand, a few strands of his hair being singed by the fire.

The Ghost King roared and kicked again, a whip suddenly shooting out from his trouser leg, imbued with true power, sharp as a sword. Seeing this, Ding An swiftly withdrew his prosthetic hand, his iron fist glowing red, steaming with white vapor, like a lone cloud reflecting the sun, enveloping the void.

Xu Ruowu leaped up more than ten feet into the air, his left sleeve snapping out and clashing with Ding An's prosthetic arm with a "bang".

The clouds and mist dispersed without a sound.

Then, white mist enveloped the two of them, and they saw the iron fist flashing red light, slashing repeatedly, while the black light slithered like a snake, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.

One wore a long, flowing robe, appearing ethereal and graceful, while the other, in a short jacket, wielded his fists with a rugged and bold air. They exchanged blows, their speed increasing until they became indistinguishable from each other.

What's most amazing is that the faster the two moved and the more intense their fight became, the less sound they made, and the less they alerted anyone in the courtyard.

This includes Ding'an's amazing ability to concentrate and unleash power within a small space.

It was more likely that Ghost King Xu Ruo had no consideration of his own.

That's right, after exchanging a few blows with the expert opposite him, he recognized who the newcomer was.

"Knife King" Li Ding'an!

The two people standing to the side with their hands behind their backs must be Ren Jianshen and Ren Hongxiu.

"Oh!"

The black whip and the prosthetic arm finally produced a loud golden clang.

Xu Ruowu floated backward, his feet sliding several feet across the ground before finally coming to a stop.

His eyes were filled with astonishment as he looked at Ding An. After a moment, Xu Ruowu exclaimed, "What amazing fist techniques of the Blade Emperor!" He then looked at Ding An's prosthetic arm and nodded, "What a precise mechanical arm!"

Ding An chuckled, scratched his head, unloaded the large bundle from his back and handed it to him, saying, "Old Xu, do you need money?"

"Crack~!"

Upon hearing this, Shao Yang and Hong Xiu both slapped their foreheads, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Xu Ruowu raised an eyebrow, stood tall and imposing, his black robes fluttering, as if he had ascended to immortality.

He glanced at Ding An's expression, then turned to look at Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu, who were both covering their foreheads, before finally fixing his gaze on the package in Ding An's hand.

Xu Ruowu laughed loudly, saying, "Brother Li, I've received many gifts, but this is the first time I've received money so directly! Hahaha!"

Everyone outside the door was taken aback. Xu Yeyue quickly used her sword to send the stunned Han Bai flying. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she turned around and shouted, "Protect Father!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded loudly, and then a tall, thin middle-aged man led several experts, rushing into the hall with lightning speed.

These people had experienced war and were all brave and fierce. After the founding of the country, they turned to spying on the martial arts world or foreign tribes. Their skills were unbelievable.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang would often seek help from Xu Ruowu, so the Ghost King's Palace was practically an official government within an official government. It was only natural that Zhu Yuanzhang both respected and feared the Ghost King.

Despite the impregnable Ghost King's Mansion, three assassins managed to sneak in unnoticed and approach Xu Ruowu.

Seeing that the Ghost King seemed to have suffered a loss, this unprecedented event left everyone dazzled and horrified. With their lord humiliated and their subjects dying, they all charged forward at the cost of their lives.

Someone shouted sharply, "Save the Prince!"

"Alright, don't worry." Xu Ruowu waved his hand casually and said leisurely.

Everyone who entered the hall was stunned, staring at the prince, his black robes fluttering, still as dashing as ever.

Opposite him stood a tall, imposing man who reached out and handed him a huge package.

Judging from this, it doesn't seem like an assassination attempt.

It's more like giving a gift!

But, is this how you give gifts?

Everyone's gaze shifted, then they were stunned again, seeing a man and a woman standing to the side. They appeared casual and relaxed, yet an invisible aura emanated from deep within them.

Facing these two, the group of experts felt an invisible pressure that instantly overwhelmed them, turning them into wooden puppets and clay sculptures, leaving them at a loss for what to do.

"The three fierce beasts of the northern frontier have graced my humble abode with their presence." Xu Ruowu suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Your humble abode is honored!"

"Ah!" Xu Yeyue exclaimed softly, then stammered, "The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier?"

“It’s us,” Hongxiu answered softly.

The people inside the hall responded with pale faces, and Xu Yeyue murmured, "You really came!"

At this moment, Han Bai outside the door cheered, pulled off the black cloth covering his face, ran into the hall, and exclaimed happily, "Brother Shaoyang, Brother Ding'an, Sister Hongxiu!"

"Long time no see, Xiao Bai." Ren Shaoyang smiled gently. "We've come here following you and Fan Liangji."

"I see!" Han Bai exclaimed in sudden realization. "I knew my senses were working fine!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, stepped towards Xu Ruowu, and said, "Brother Xu, it is rather impolite of me to come here so abruptly. May I ask if I may have a drink with you?"

Xu Ruowu smiled and said, "Sword God, you are always my most honored guests whenever you come!"

"Everyone, please!"

(End of this chapter)