The real reason was that the Demon Palace discovered that Yang Tian of today was beyond what they could provoke, beyond what they could anticipate!
So they tried to retreat and opted to withdraw.
As for whether they would reappear in the contest, it would depend on waiting for the right opportunity.
It was like a ticulous venomous snake. When it deed soone an enemy, it would relentlessly try to kill. But once it found the enemy wasn’t worth provoking, it would hide and patiently wait for its opportunity.
Up until now, due to the matters related to the demon curse, Yang Tian had never even thought of taking on the exhausting and ti-consuming task of locating the Devil’s Temple!
But today, everything had changed.
Today’s Yang Tian had broken the demon curse and reached the midpoint stage of Yuan Baobao’s cultivation.
After the bloodbath in Jiangsu Binjiang and the climactic peak of the war between Purple Mist and the Seven Sects,
Yang Tian had stunned the entire Chinese nation, achieving the goal of a triumphant return.
Now, it was ti for so of the most covetous forces in the world to witness Yang Tian’s thods of resurgence.
These thods weren’t sothing that could be equated even with compensation in the billions of US Dollars in this region. This ambition had always been in Yang Tian’s character.
So, after resolving the issue with the Seven Sects, Yang Tian didn’t imdiately return ho. Instead, he ventured to the confluence of China and three other Asian regions for the first ti, heading toward the Southern Guangdong region without hesitation!
After all, the whereabouts of the Devil Palace Courts were exceedingly mysterious. Only Yang Tian himself could uncover it.
Thus, after careful consideration, Yang Tian decided to find soone he knew—a person deeply familiar with the underworld.
That person happened to be in Southern Guangdong, a renowned force in the region.
Blood Kill!
The most advanced assassin platform within China, shrouded in secrecy.
But it dealt with blood and could post bounty missions, which included a list of all China’s most formidable individuals.
So many people coveted the secrets behind Blood Kill, but in the end, no one dared to peek at the truth—it remained veiled in mystery, deterring even the boldest. This fear brought everything to a halt!
This had only deepened a series of unspeakable events in secrecy. Even many forces operating in Southern Guangdong for years either remained in ignorance or dared not visit the blood-stained areas!
However, for Yang Tian, this was not an issue.
Traveling with his Imperial Blade, Yang Tian reached Nanguang’s skies. He allowed his mind to relax slightly, taking a brief pause to survey the landscape. Fixing his sights on the destination, he headed straight for the rugged mountains and ancient forests southwest of Nanguang.
In just about fifteen minutes, he was already standing in front of the entrance to a bar located in the heart of the mountainous ancient forest.
"This is the headquarters of Blood Kill? How lively!"
Gazing at the bar in front of him and listening to the raucous noise inside, Yang Tian gave a faint smile. He stepped forward, slowly placing his hand on the door.
Creaaak!
With a soft sound, the bar’s door was pushed open by Yang Tian. In an instant, all eyes locked onto him as he strode into the bar.
Especially the elderly man standing behind the bar—his eyes narrowed slightly.
Because Yang Tian was a stranger!
Everyone knew that Blood Kill was only an assassin platform. However, anyone capable of entering this place, or daring to enter, was undoubtedly one of the top-tier assassins of the underworld!
Additionally, because these assassins regularly handed in missions soaked in blood, they were all familiar with one another. It was rare for anyone to be unrecognizable!
More importantly, assassins highly valued experience. Particularly in assassination missions involving exchanges of life and death, experience was paramount!
Thus, most of these individuals were at least in their thirties. Where had they seen a young man like Yang Tian, seemingly only about eighteen, barging into their sanctuary? Such an anomaly!
Was he mistaken about this place?
Or was he so sort of rookie?
But there was always one rule here: bullies will target the rookies.
Consequently, before Yang Tian could even take another step, a burly man with a rough physique stood up, crossing his thick arms against his chest with a mocking grin on his face.
"Get out of here, little kid! This isn’t a place for you!" the burly man sneered as he looked at Yang Tian, though he didn’t strike imdiately.
It seed he wanted to see the young man shrink back in fear, intimidated just by his words.
However, soon he was disappointed—even angry.
Yang Tian didn’t even glance at him, as though he weren’t worth noticing. With cold, indifferent eyes, Yang Tian simply uttered, "Move."
Move aside?
Hearing Yang Tian’s words, the burly man froze for a mont, then burst into laughter, his expression twisting into one of sarcasm and fury.
Who did he think he was?
The burly man had been an assassin for years, bathed in blood!
Although there were distinctions between top-tier assassins, he was at the peak of a warrior’s capability, recognized on Blood Kill’s elite assassin list, even qualifying as an Innate Martial Arts King—just one step away from the ultimate level!
One could say that other than a few exceptions in this place, no one dared to address him without deference.
But now, not only had Yang Tian barged in, but he’d even told him to "move"! Utterly laughable!
As Yang Tian’s words echoed, the assassins drinking heavily and tearing into their food started roaring with laughter.
"Haha! It’s been ages since sothing this amusing happened. Soone actually dared to tell Uncle Xiong—nicknad the ’Human Bear’—to leave!"
"Uncle Xiong, are you going to let this slide? I’d find it hard to stomach if you did." Another voice chid in mockingly.
"Exactly! Our rules say we give newbies so ’special treatnt.’ Why not show this one what that ans, Uncle Mao?" soone else chuckled maliciously.
The bar, which had grown silent when Yang Tian entered, once again erupted into noise and taunts.
Yet if one were to pay close attention, they’d realize the ones causing the most commotion were those whose strength was almost equal to, or slightly inferior to, Uncle Xiong.
anwhile, others who seed more formidable remained distant and indifferent, drinking or engrossed in thick stacks of docunts.
Even the old man behind the counter only took one glance at Yang Tian upon his entrance before returning to cleaning his glasses thodically.
To such individuals, this minor spectacle wasn’t even worth entertaining.
They remained focused on matters of greater consequence—concerns that matched their strength and status.
Still, to a character like Uncle Xiong, who was only ranked thirteenth among them, his pride made him particularly sensitive to rivals of equal or nearby strength.
So, when he heard the mocking jeers directed at him, Uncle Xiong’s lips twisted into a sinister grin as he flexed his imposing hands with a sound akin to grinding stones. Laughing darkly, he said, "Don’t worry. This ’uncle’ here will teach this boy a lesson he won’t forget."
He sneered, turning his full attention to Yang Tian. "Alright, kid, how do you want to roll out of here? This uncle’s happy to ’help’ you. Should I *kick* you out? Drag you out missing a limb or two? Or let you *crawl* out with no arms or legs left?"
As his words fell, a cruel light flashed in Uncle Xiong’s eyes. Without hesitation, he raised his foot in an attack aid straight at Yang Tian’s knee.
Those watching closely could imdiately see the ruthlessness of the strike.
User Comments
0 comments from readers