Chapter 141: The Madman of the Heavenly King Alliance

“What is your relationship with those madmen from the Heavenly King Alliance?”

An elderly man of nearly fifty slowly stepped out from the crowd, a cold glint flickering in his hawk-like eyes.

The young man swayed as he turned around and cast the old man a glance. “Do you need something?” His voice was filled with undisguised disdain.

Seeing that expression, the old man’s aura suddenly surged. A sinister chill began to coil around his body.

“I am an elder of the Overseas Eagle Clan. A hundred years ago, I and Ye Tianya—”

Before he could finish, the young man cut him off.

“If you want to bully someone, you old bastard, just say so. If you have the guts, go into the city and look for the Heavenly King Alliance. What are you blathering on about here?”

The young man narrowed his eyes, his contempt blatant.

The moment he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone nearby became extraordinarily colorful.

The bloody battle in the Imperial Capital of Heavenly Martial had spread through every possible channel. By now, nearly every cultivator had heard of it.

During the first few days after the people of the Heavenly King Alliance arrived in the ancient city of Loulan, several highly accomplished cultivators had harbored deep doubts about the role the alliance had played that night and had sought to challenge them. In the end, more than thirty Spirit Emperors had erupted into action, directly pounding several would-be fame-seekers into bloody paste.

After that battle, the title of “madmen” became inseparably attached to the Heavenly King Alliance.

For the first few days, the alliance members simply remained quietly inside the city, making no further moves. Naturally, no one foolish enough to provoke them appeared again.

But on the tenth day, those madmen took action.

Everyone in the ancient city of Loulan with any connection to the Sacred Lands was killed within a single day.

One had to understand that the ancient city of Loulan had drawn nearly every young expert on the continent. There were countless people connected to the Sacred Lands, including several who had already reached the threshold of the Spirit Emperor realm. Yet even so, not a single one could withstand the Heavenly King Alliance’s massacre.

Listening to the ceaseless discussion around him, the old man’s face flushed red, then turned pale. He said coldly, “Hmph! The Ye family’s people are nothing but cowards. They launched a surprise attack while there was no one from my Eagle Clan on the island. How could that be considered heroic? I—”

“Hahahaha!”

The young man suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter. Even the people around them began looking at the old man strangely.

“Wasn’t it Ye Tianya who stormed Eagle Island while certain cowards fled and didn’t dare return home?”

“You...” The old man’s face darkened with embarrassment. He pointed at the young man, unable to utter a word for quite some time.

“So you really do have ties to the Heavenly King Alliance? In that case, don’t blame this old man for showing no mercy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sinister chill surrounding him intensified. His hands curved into claws, shooting straight toward the young man.

“Hmph! You shameless old bastard.”

A young man with fiery red hair suddenly leaped out from the crowd. Holding a heavy sword in both hands, he sprang over the dense wall of people and met the old man head-on, his blade blazing with scarlet fire.

Boom!

Sword and claws collided. The old man abruptly halted, cold light flashing in his eyes.

“You little brat from the Fire Domain, this has nothing to do with you. Take my advice and stay out of it.”

The red-haired youth, his hair burning like flames, staggered backward several steps before managing to steady himself.

“Setting aside the fact that you’re an elder who has no respect for his own age, Feng Huan and I have been friends for years. I can’t simply stand by and watch.”

With that, the red-haired youth shook his numb hand and tightened his grip around the sword hilt.

“Heh. I didn’t befriend you for nothing, brother. But Huo Lie, you can’t beat this old bastard. Get out of here! Hurry and tell my senior brother that his junior is about to be beaten to death.”

Seeing his brother come to his aid, a faint smile appeared on Feng Huan’s pale face as he spoke to Huo Lie.

“What difference will it make if you add us?”

Another wild voice rang out. Several figures burst from the crowd and, in the blink of an eye, stood before Huo Lie.

“Damn it! Zhou Yi, Yun Yu, Er Dan—what are you three doing here? The Heavenly King Alliance actually came here to try their luck and hunt for treasures?”

Huo Lie lowered his heavy sword and spoke excitedly to the three men beside him.

Zhou Yi gave a hearty laugh. “We were sent here to do the dirty work. Big Brother Kong Kong told us to look around and see whether there were any more people connected to the Sacred Lands.”

The elder of the Eagle Clan had initially intended to turn and flee upon seeing members of the Heavenly King Alliance. But after hearing their words, rage surged through his heart and wickedness rose to his head. In an instant, the spiritual power throughout his body erupted, and an incomparably sinister aura surged toward the four of them.

“Damn it!”

With a furious shout, the four men circulated their spiritual power wildly, barely managing to withstand the oppressive force and hold their ground.

“Ha!”

The old man roared. His frigid aura climbed rapidly once more, forcing the four men to retreat several steps.

Seizing the advantage, he formed his hands into claws. Threads of chilling energy coiled around them as he launched a rapid barrage of attacks.

“I’ll show you what despair means. The Heavenly King Alliance is nothing but a pack of useless curs!”

His claw-like hands struck out hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, relentlessly pressing the four men.

Bang!

Huo Lie’s heavy sword collided viciously with the old man’s eagle claws, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

The old man’s icy spiritual power had invaded the blade, causing the scarlet flames covering it to dim slightly.

The four men had been struggling to hold their own, but with one of them driven back, their already disadvantageous position immediately became precarious.

“Serpents of Flame, Dance!”

Just as Yun Yu and Er Dan were growing exhausted from fending off the attacks, Zhou Yi—the only core member of the Heavenly King Alliance among them—finally exploded with power. His divine technique roared forth, and hundreds of flaming serpents came crashing down upon the old man.

Taking advantage of the precious opening, Yun Yu and Er Dan hurriedly withdrew and retreated.

“He’s pretty strong. What do we do?” Yun Yu asked.

“He’s an old monster who has reached the threshold of the Spirit Emperor realm. Should we call Big Brother Kong Kong and the others?” Zhou Yi also moved closer, speaking in frustration.

“Ah! If only Big Brother were here. This fellow definitely wouldn’t be a match for him. Back then, Big Brother alone defeated two Spirit Emperors from the Sacred Lands.”

Zhou Yi stared at the old man ahead and sighed.

“Break!”

At that moment, the old man’s furious voice emerged from within the sea of flaming serpents. Immediately afterward, an aura of extreme cold spread outward at terrifying speed.

Boom!

A palm shot into the sky, and a violent shock wave howled through the air like a raging gale.

In an instant, the flaming serpents were swept backward and vanished without a trace. The old man’s white hair stood on end, and with a single flash, he appeared before them.

“You have angered me. Brat from the Fire Domain, since you refuse to recognize kindness, don’t blame me for showing you no mercy.”

“Damn it! Then let’s fight!”

Zhou Yi waved his hand and summoned a crescent-bladed halberd. With a furious roar, his body split into layer upon layer of afterimages as he charged toward the old man.

Behind him, Yun Yu and Er Dan—who had joined the Heavenly King Alliance later—also drew their weapons and frantically circulated the spiritual power within their bodies.

The spiritual power of all three surged into their weapons at once, and together they struck at the old man.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the three men were sent flying backward, blood spraying from their mouths.

Having defeated all three with a single move, the old man advanced through the air, his body wrapped in dense killing intent. He was about to strike the fallen youths down for good.

“Bullying the young with your seniority—aren’t you ashamed?”

At that tense moment, a calm voice drifted over.

The crowd parted. A young man nearly six feet four inches tall, his entire body bulging with muscle, slowly walked forward.