Hun Changqing silently apologized to Yao Chen in his heart, then said,
"Old Yao is awake? No need to be so excited. Han Feng is in the Black Corner Region. I'll go there directly and crush his body, extract his soul, and you can do whatever you want with it." Hun
Changqing didn't have much of a problem with Han Feng. Putting himself in Han Feng's shoes, he would have acted decisively for that mysterious and powerful Burning Technique, and he would have been even more ruthless and merciless! Leaving no room for compromise!
Han Feng was ruthless, unscrupulous in achieving his goals, selfish, and without any bottom line, but he knew when to advance and retreat, and when facing someone stronger than himself, he knew when to back down.
This suited Hun Changqing's taste perfectly. Now, Hun Changqing wanted to build a force, and as long as Hun Changqing was always stronger than Han Feng, Han Feng would definitely be a very useful subordinate. It was just a pity that their positions were different now. To avenge Yao Chen, Hun Changqing had no choice but to go and crush Han Feng.
After hearing this, Yao Chen's turbulent emotions gradually subsided. After a moment of silence, a sigh filled with sorrow escaped his lips.
"Alas..."
He then disappeared back into his storage ring, clearly his mind in turmoil, having no interest in reminiscing with Hun Changqing, and went back to his storage ring to wallow in self-pity.
Hun Changqing shrugged, unconcerned about Yao Chen's outburst, and slowly rose, flicking his jet-black sleeves.
"This pill isn't very useful. We can go now, and kill someone while we're at it,"
Hun Changqing said slowly to the two, then walked out of the private room. Medusa walked alongside Hun Changqing, with Hai Bodong following closely behind.
...
The three of them once again passed through the auction house's passageway and walked out of the auction house's main gate. Just as they were about to leave, they were instantly surrounded by thousands of people.
"Thump thump thump..."
The incredibly noisy sound of feet stomping on the ground reverberated like thunder outside the auction house, the ground trembling slightly from the intense and frequent footsteps.
Dozens of figures with powerful auras, their wings formed from battle qi, appeared above the three. The leader, in particular, had bulging muscles and veins that resembled black snakes writhing across his body, making him look incredibly ferocious.
He had a full beard, and his blood-red battle qi wings vibrated behind him. His blood aura was so dense it was almost tangible, making him look like a god of war just emerged from a sea of blood—terrifyingly powerful.
…
"Fan…Fan Lao? The Blood Sect Master? Why is he here?"
"Idiot! That black-robed man just killed someone's son, why isn't he coming?"
"Doesn't that mean the black-robed man is finished?"
"Hehe, you didn't attend the auction, so you wouldn't know. This time, Fan Lao is probably in big trouble."
"Oh! How so?"
"Just watch."
… Upon seeing the burly, bearded man, the surrounding crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. Some initially looked at him with strange expressions, then their gazes turned to one of amusement as they watched the wall of thousands of figures forming an impenetrable barrier.
"Boy, you dared to kill my son! You're quite something! Today, I will skin you alive, tear you apart, and devour you whole to quell my hatred! And that slut beside you, the one my son took a fancy to! I will have all these thousands of people here play with her right here at the auction house entrance, torturing her to death!"
Fan Lao, his eyes bloodshot, gritted his teeth as he spoke to Hun Changqing and the other two. His only son! His pride! His exceptionally talented eldest son! He
had died at the hands of these people because of a woman! One could imagine the terrifying hatred in his heart; he wished he could devour his flesh and bones!
Upon hearing Fan Lao's words, Hai Bodong felt a deep pity for him. Anyone who dared to speak such words to Hun Changqing would surely die a gruesome death.
Hun Changqing, initially puzzled by being surrounded, suddenly felt a chilling killing intent in his heart upon hearing Fan Lao's words. He regretted not having pulverized this greasy, ugly, filthy maggot the moment he appeared.
Even Hun Changqing, who usually disliked arguing with the dead, was annoyed by this maggot's arrogant and vile pronouncements.
The initial joy at Yao Chen's awakening and the prospect of more pills vanished instantly, replaced by a very unpleasant mood. Medusa,
standing beside Hun Changqing, already wore a cold expression, her jade hand raised, ready to strike.
Suddenly, a pair of equally slender, white hands grabbed Medusa's raised arm.
"Hehehe... I'll do it..."
A sinister smile appeared on Hun Changqing's face as he stopped Medusa. Wisps of black energy began to spread around his eyes, his aura surging, swirling with evil black energy, emanating a chilling aura, as if he had instantly transformed into a terrifying demon.
The energy in the air was instantly corrupted and intertwined by Hun Changqing's Yin energy, causing the energy in this area to become chaotic, space to distort, and everyone's vision to blur, with layers of superimposed images appearing.
As Hun Changqing's aura spread, everyone around him began to tremble uncontrollably. They seemed to have seen death in an instant, their eyes filled with terror, an intense fear and an innate will to survive rising wildly in their hearts, taking over their minds.
"Escape... escape!"
In the end, the extreme will to survive suppressed their awe and fear of their sect leader. From the lowest soldier to the Dou Wang flying in the sky and even the two Dou Huangs, everyone was filled with fear and wanted to flee.
Fan Lao's eyes were already bloodshot with rage. He too was enveloped by that terrifying aura. He couldn't sense just how strong the black-robed man was, but he could feel the endless terror and darkness emanating from him, like an abyss. He knew this man was definitely more terrifying than the Old Demon Gu Fen!
But he felt no fear. Or rather, the hatred he felt for Hun Changqing had long surpassed any fear of him! He hated! He hated why his son had offended such a powerful person! He hated why they were so strong! He hated that he wasn't strong enough to avenge his son!
Hun Changqing, watching the fleeing crowd, a mocking look appeared in his eyes.
"Can't escape..."
A strange smile curled at the corner of his lips as he slowly raised his flawless white left hand and gently waved it, like a conductor's hand drawing a beautiful and elegant arc in the air.
As Hun Changqing's hand danced in the air, black death energy surged forth from his body, spreading throughout the entire area.
Hun Changqing's lips slowly parted, softly murmuring,
"The Black Death Tree... is born..."