In the Black Skull City, in the reception room of the Black Skull Tomb headquarters,
the eerie surroundings made anyone who visited for the first time feel a little uncomfortable.
However, these visitors were not ordinary people, so they didn't care about these things at all...
However, the tomb master, a local landlord, had a bad look on his face, almost on the verge of exploding.
"What do you mean? Are you trying to bully the Black Skull Tomb because there's no one there?"
Mo Tang looked at the tomb master, whose tea bowl creaked in his hand, and wondered if he would use a slamming cup as a signal, prompting the Black Skull Tomb's inmates to rush over and hack them to pieces!
Gently setting down his teacup, Mo Tang smiled faintly and said, "Tomb Master, why do you say that?"
"The Three Thousand Thunders are the secret of my Wind and Thunder Pavilion. What you're doing, Black Skull Tomb, is truly despicable!"
"But I'm not one to bully others, so I'm simply asking you, Black Skull Tomb, to surrender your fighting technique and guarantee that no one will spy on it. I don't think that's too much, am I?"
Upon hearing this, the Tomb Master burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you're truly worthy of being from Zhongzhou, so overbearing!"
"Let's not even talk about whether Black Skull Tomb possesses the Three Thousand Thunders. Even if we do, we paid a huge price for it. Why can't we practice it?"
"If you were truly capable, you wouldn't even be able to protect your own sect's inherited secret technique. You deserve to be left out there!"
Such a resolute attitude surprised many present.
While most of the people in the Black Horn Territory were unruly, they could also be quite discerning at times.
If they relied solely on sheer bravery, they wouldn't have reached their current position. They'd have died as soon as they arrived in the Black Horn Region...
As that fat man, Doma, had said when Xiao Yan first arrived, the highest number of casualties in the Black Horn Region each year are the uninitiated newcomers.
Whether you're a Dou Ling or a Dou Wang, if you don't understand the principle of resilience, there's always someone in the Black Horn Region who can help you understand...
The Tomb Master's display of courage was indeed remarkable, but Su Mei and the others present were puzzled. How could a mere four-star Dou Huang be so courageous?
If they had initially been wary of the mysterious Tomb Master, his strength was immediately exposed after his rage and his uncontrollable aura.
A four-star Dou Huang, is he weak?
Of course not!
Even on the Black List, he'd be firmly in the top ten.
But look at the four present...
Yin Gu Lao, sixth on the Blacklist...
Tie Wu, seventh...
Su Mei, eighth...
Yuan Yi, tenth...
All four are among the top ten. Facing such a group, how could a four-star Dou Huang be so arrogant?
But they were just that arrogant!
Hearing the tomb master's words, Mo Tang simply smiled, showing no sign of anger. Instead, he took a step back...
Then, the four Dou Huangs simultaneously stepped forward, their overwhelming aura soaring into the sky that it even lifted the roof of the entire hall!
Over Black Skull City, the wind howled, dark clouds rolled in, and bolts of lightning flashed through the thunderclouds, emitting deafening thunder.
"What's going on? Is it going to rain? Go home and collect your clothes!"
A bald man standing on the street rubbed his head and muttered to himself, gazing at the sky.
At that moment, the entire Black Skull City felt as if a dark cloud loomed, threatening to destroy it. The already heavily guarded Black Skull Tomb headquarters was now in chaos. Groups of gangsters, clad in skull-patterned attire, weapons in hand, roared and swarmed toward the headquarters manor's reception room, surrounding it completely.
A creaking sound...
Inside the room, the combined aura of the four Dou Huangs overwhelmed the Tomb Master, causing him to feel as if he were sinking into a quagmire. The floorboards beneath his feet creaked, giving way to the floorboards.
"Haha..." With his eyes fixed on the four men, the black-robed Tomb Master suddenly burst into laughter. His laugh was like an owl in the night, chilling the very heart.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes fierce and ferocious, like a beast's!
"Fenglei Pavilion? The four major sects? I don't care who you are...
In all these years, this is the first time someone has dared to come to my Black Skull Tomb and force me like this!
If I let you leave today, I'm afraid that my Black Skull Tomb will no longer have any reputation in the entire Black Horn Region...
So, for the sake of my Black Skull Tomb's century-old reputation, today, not a single one of you! Can! Leave!!"
Such a hoarse voice and murderous intent did not scare Su Mei and the other three at all. They even wanted to laugh.
"Haha, just you? I'm afraid you don't have that ability!" Tiewu laughed sarcastically.
"I really don't have that ability."
In the puzzled eyes of the four people, the tomb owner actually laughed sinisterly.
"But... do you really think that my Black Skull Tomb is so easy to bully?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the tomb owner suddenly pulled a pale bone flute from his ring, brought it to his lips, and blew fiercely...
Suddenly, a strange, shrill note emanated from the flute.
The piercing sound lingered over the entire Black Skull City, relentless.
Mo Tang's eyelids jumped, his mind awestruck. "No way! He really has a trump card?"
He was deeply curious: what kind of trump card could give the tomb owner the confidence to withstand four of the top ten on the Black List?
Even as Mo Tang was still puzzled, a mighty and imposing aura descended from the deepest recesses of the Black Skull Tomb headquarters, like a mighty dragon awakened from ancient times, carrying an unparalleled pressure. At
this moment, Su Mei and the other three, who had been simultaneously threatening the tomb owner, were startled. They simultaneously withdrew their auras and immediately became defensive.
"Be careful! With such a huge pressure, I'm afraid the person coming is not a Douhuang-level strongman..." Yingu Lao warned everyone in a stern voice.
His words also made the hearts of others present sink at the same time.
Mo Tang stared at his small map with his eyes, constantly searching for the possible location of the enemy.
The next moment, a huge, dazzling red dot suddenly appeared on his small map, and its position directly overlapped with the green dot representing his own side...
"This is... above my head!"
Mo Tang exclaimed, and then suddenly looked up.
At some point, under the rolling thunderclouds, a dark figure stood on the wind, with his hands behind his back, floating in the air.
However, the black energy flow lingering around him made him look much more gloomy and terrifying.
"Mysterious man (energy clone)! Strength: Seven-star Douzong!"
Mo Tang looked at the mark on the small map with shock and disbelief.
Seven-star Douzong strongman? Or just an energy clone?
(End of this chapter)