C416 Threatening
C416 Threatening
The old ancestor of Yuh Family sat down again as he spoke. He stared at Yang Xuan with a pair of deep eyes.
After a moment of silence, Yang Xuan said slowly, "Old ancestor, the fate is determined by the heavens. Don't tell me that there won't be a disaster if we go to another place?"
The old ancestor of Yuh Family said in a low voice, "Fate is indeed unchangeable. However, the Great Dao of Heaven's Birth has a 49% chance of survival. Your only chance of survival now is to leave Lo Capital."
However, if they left now, Weiyuan Marquis Mansion would never let this matter rest. If they couldn't find him, perhaps they would attack Miss Liu. At that time, how would they face Mr Ning?
Yang Xuan pondered for a moment and looked at Yuh Qingcheng who had a worried look on her face. Finally, he let out a long sigh.
"Since the old ancestor has said so, let's leave Lo Capital!"
Yuh Qingcheng had been worrying about Yang Xuan's safety. She was afraid that Yang Xuan would be foolish enough to stay behind. When she heard this, she heaved a sigh of relief and walked over to hold Yang Xuan's hand.
The old ancestor of Yuh Family nodded slightly and stood up, "That's the best. I have other matters to attend to this time, so I will leave Qingcheng to you."
After saying this, the old ancestor of Yuh Family slowly disappeared from the room.
After comforting Yuh Qingcheng for a while, Yang Xuan returned to his room. His eyes couldn't be closed.
If Mr Ning came back and saw the ruined Red Lotus Workshop, he would surely be disappointed in himself. Back then, the two of them had a life and death relationship in the Zhou family. The more Yang Xuan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
After three nights, Yang Xuan finally took advantage of the darkness and climbed out of the window. He decided to solve the problem before he left.
Under the night sky, the Lo Capital was still very bustling. There was no curfew like the one in the capital, and the streets were still brightly lit.
It was the same in Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, but the atmosphere inside was very heavy.
"A bunch of trash! I used a huge sum of money to ask you to assassinate that kid, but you were chased out before even getting close to the door?"
The young marquis angrily said. The exquisite teacup in his hand was not stingy at all as he smashed it at the group of black-clothed men in front of him.
The one in front of him was a burly man who silently endured this blow. Then he said, feeling wronged, "Young Marquis, we have encountered a tough opponent. That fellow's strength far exceeds ours. If he didn't want to kill us, we wouldn't have been able to come back. "
Thinking back to the powerful aura he had felt outside the inn, the bulky man still had some lingering fear.
Speaking of which, they were really unlucky to have encountered a terrifying existence like the Old Ancestor of Yuh Family. Fortunately, they were able to save their lives.
The more the young marquis listened to his explanation, the angrier he became. Immediately, he flew into a rage and said, "I don't care what method you guys use. Before the sun rises tomorrow, I must see that kid's head!"
"But..."
"No buts! If you can't do it, then hand over your heads!"
The men in black looked at each other. In the end, they gritted their teeth and walked out.
Seeing them leave, the young duke still felt anger in his heart. He looked at the fragments of the teacup on the ground and thought to himself whether or not he should ask the housekeeper to take action. Although that would alarm his father, keeping that kid alive was still a disaster.
Before he could figure it out, the men in black who had just walked out slowly retreated.
Upon seeing them, the young duke angrily said, "What are you doing? Didn't I say..."
Halfway through his words, the young marquis was stunned. As the men in black slowly retreated, a familiar figure walked in with a wooden sword in hand.
"Young marquis, I won't trouble you to go through so much trouble. I have personally delivered myself to your doorstep."
The person who came was Yang Xuan. As soon as he arrived outside the constabulary, he heard the young marquis's angry roar. Seeing a few men in black walk out, Yang Xuan immediately showed himself and forced them out.
"Oh right, I told you that you should listen to me. What bullshit fate do you have? You never believe in those. As long as you get rid of the root of trouble ahead of time, there won't be such a disaster."
The Black Panther spoke languidly. Yang Xuan's face was expressionless. A few men in black had already surrounded him.
The Black Panther had been talking non-stop since the beginning, but Yang Xuan had been preparing to do so from the beginning. It sounded somewhat irritated.
Seeing Yang Xuan gradually being surrounded, the young duke revealed a trace of a cold smile. "Yo, there's a path to heaven that you don't want to walk. There's no gate to hell, so why did you come and throw yourself here? Do you want to die and go crazy?"
"Is this the assassin you invited to deal with me? Completely not enough!"
Yang Xuan retorted and waved his sword. A hot wave surged out from the surroundings. A few men in black hurriedly dodged.
They were basically all around the Third Stage, and there was a huge difference between their cultivation base and Yang Xuan's. They were no different from a few ants. The only one who posed a threat was one of the men who had just broken through to the Fourth Stage.
As for the young duke, a Second Stage warrior was even less of a threat to him.
Seeing that the people on his side were about to retreat, the young duke's face became even more unsightly. Immediately, he lifted the stool beside him and threw it at Yang Xuan.
"Let me tell you, this is Weiyuan Marquis Mansion. If you disturb my father and the others, you won't be able to walk out of this door today!"
"Then let them come and try it together!"
It was clearly this young marquis who wanted to kill him, but now he still dared to threaten him. Yang Xuan immediately became angry and rushed out with his sword.
Apart from that burly man, no one else dared to block him. They all retreated, making the young marquis angry again.
The big man flipped his hands and two shiny short thorns appeared in his hands. This kind of weapon was not compatible with his thick body.
Yang Xuan did not hesitate. He just stabbed with his sword. It was very fast, and it seemed like Yang Xinyi was going to attack.
The burly man was very experienced in combat. He immediately crossed the two short spikes in front of him and blocked the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand. Then, he fiercely clamped it in the middle, trying to break Yang Xuan's wooden sword.
His short thorns were made of the Heavenly Mountain's cold iron. They were extremely hard and could cut through iron like mud. He had used this move countless times to break many weapons. Those who did not know him would be hit almost every time he attacked.
Those weapons were already like this, let alone a mere wooden sword.
The big man even had a smile on his face, but he felt a great force in his hand. His two hands were bounced off from the collision, and he looked over with his eyes wide open.
That wooden sword was perfectly fine!
Not to mention that it was broken, there wasn't even a scratch on it!
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it's just a wooden sword..."
As the burly man spoke, sweat fell from his forehead like rain, and he took a few steps back in disbelief.