novelbin Chapter 674 672: Sir, Please Leave Quickly
Chapter 674 672: Sir, Please Leave Quickly
The conversation between the two could be clearly heard by everyone around them.
Some people might have wanted to leave, but after hearing the conversation, they all gave up the idea of leaving.
"Zhao Yan, can't you give us a way out?" Xing Qi asked Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan shook his head, "No, the orders came from above. All your Dao Tian Association's shelters at the border must be shut down.
All members of the Dao Tian Association must die."
Mo Lin realized that this was a siege targeting members of the Dao Tian Association.
Xing Qi raised his right hand, and a red string appeared on his wrist.
This was a Ghost Artifact.
Xing Qi raised his hand, and pitch-black Ghost Qi pounced fiercely toward Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan was not to be outdone and took out a Jade Pendant.
The Jade Pendant emitted Ghost Qi which collided head-on with Xing Qi's Ghost Qi.
Both of them were at the very bottom tier.
Neither of them even had a Contract Ghost of their own.
Zhao Yan and Xing Qi found themselves in a stalemate.
Both possessed Ghost Artifacts, so neither could overpower the other.
You could clearly feel the atmosphere growing tense.
Everyone watched silently as Xing Qi and Zhao Yan fought.
This battle concerned the life and death of this group of people.
Zhao Yan knew that he couldn't get the better of Xing Qi in the short term.
"Lord Ghost, please intervene," Zhao Yan shouted loudly toward the black carriage behind him.
"Whoosh..."
A violent gust of wind arose.
The terrifying wind blew Xing Qi back more than ten meters.
A Ghost Shadow slowly appeared.
A hideously ugly evil spirit appeared in front of everyone.
A terrifying aura surged forth.
This was a Horror Level ghost.
For a Horror Level ghost, Xing Qi, with just a Ghost Artifact, stood no chance.
Just at that moment, Mo Lin slowly stepped out from the crowd.
Mo Lin's move at this time drew a lot of attention.
Mo Lin walked directly toward the Horror Level ghost.
"Brother, really brave," exclaimed a man as he saw Mo Lin's action.
To them, Mo Lin's move was almost akin to courting death.
"Are you planning to fight the ghost? Quite bold."
"This is too courageous."
Xing Qi saw Mo Lin throwing his life away and hastily said, "Brother, don't seek death.
This is a Horror Level ghost; you can't defeat it."
He spoke gently, implying that ordinary people couldn't handle even a Danger Level ghost, let alone a Horror Level one.
The Horror Level ghost snorted coldly upon seeing someone challenge it,
"Courting death."
As the words fell, the Horror Level ghost raised its hand and swung at Mo Lin.
The ghost was incredibly fast, reaching Mo Lin in the blink of an eye.
Xing Qi instinctively closed his eyes; in his view, Mo Lin was doomed.
Even he couldn't take on this ghost.
Mo Lin slowly raised his right hand and then swung it sharply, "Smack!"
It was like swatting a mosquito.
The next moment, the Horror Level ghost turned into a cloud of black fog, dispatched with a single slap by Mo Lin.
Xing Qi's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Mo Lin.
How could someone be so strong?
Could he be a Red Dust Immortal?
Perhaps a Daoist Cultivator or a Red Dust Immortal.
Zhao Yan stared with his mouth agape and blurted out a curse, "Holy shit..."
So powerful.
He instinctively felt that Mo Lin was a leading figure of the Dao Tian Association.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
To dispatch a Horror Level ghost with a single slap was undoubtedly the hallmark of a powerful figure.
"Milord... milord, please don't kill me... I'm just a lackey." Zhao Yan quickly kneeled in front of Mo Lin, begging for mercy.
Zhao Yan wasn't lying; he really was just a lackey.
He was responsible for clearing out the Dao Tian Association's shelters at the border.
Even if Mo Lin killed him, someone else would quickly take over his job.
Killing Zhao Yan wouldn't change anything.
"Tell me, what's going on." Mo Lin asked Zhao Yan.
"The Goddess Temple allied with the Wei and Ji families to eradicate all Dao Tian Association forces at the border," Zhao Yan explained without reservation.
He said everything he knew.
Without waiting for Mo Lin to ask further, Zhao Yan added, "It seems they are preparing to eliminate Mo Lin.
The Dao Tian Association is Mo Lin's affiliated force.
As the Dao Tian Association grows stronger, it will become a formidable enemy of the Goddess Temple.
The Goddess Temple plans to eliminate the Dao Tian Association before it fully develops."
"Heh..."
Mo Lin smirked coldly, "Is Xin Ziruo really so afraid of me?"
Zhao Yan reminded Mo Lin, "This matter involves the Goddess. Are you sure you want to get involved?"
Zhao Yan was hinting to Mo Lin that the Goddess was not someone to provoke.
Initially, Mo Lin wasn't planning to do anything.
But since he knew that this matter involved Xin Ziruo,
he might as well eradicate Xin Ziruo's forces at the border.
"Call your helpers for me," Mo Lin ordered Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan nodded and then sent someone to call for reinforcements from the Wei Family.
Mo Lin found a chair, leaned back, and waited for the Wei Family people to arrive.
"Milord, you should leave soon. Once the Wei Family people arrive, it'll be too late for you to escape." Xing Qi urged Mo Lin anxiously when he saw Mo Lin provoking the Wei Family.
The Wei Family was undoubtedly a major family at the border.
The Wei Family even had several Red Dust Immortals and an Immortal Cultivator.
They were definitely not people Mo Lin could easily provoke.
"It's fine." Mo Lin waved it off casually.
The more nonchalant Mo Lin was, the more anxious Xing Qi became.
He didn't want such a powerful person like Mo Lin to die here.
Someone as extraordinary as Mo Lin should accomplish great things; dying over such a trivial matter was too regretful.
"Milord, please leave, listen to me."
Xing Qi urged Mo Lin once again to leave.
Mo Lin wasn't worried, but Xing Qi was sweating from anxiety.
He was even close to kneeling to beg Mo Lin to leave.
Seeing Xing Qi so anxious, Mo Lin helplessly smiled, patting Xing Qi on the shoulder, "It's fine."
"How can it be fine? When the Wei Family comes, it'll be trouble."
Xing Qi muttered.
Just then, a terrifying aura of killing intent rushed in.
"Crack..." Xing Qi's Ghost Artifact broke instantly.
"This is bad; they've arrived," Xing Qi exclaimed.
Looking toward the gate, the Wei Family people were here.
Not many, just two people.
"Which Daoist brother dares to stand against our Wei Family?" A man dressed like a Daoist stepped forward and asked.
This man was named Qian Qi, a member of the Wei Family.
"I do," Mo Lin stood up and said coldly.
Qian Qi raised his right hand, and the Three-color Wishing Power surged out, enveloping him.
A Three-Colored Red Dust Immortal.
Just as Qian Qi was about to make his next move, the man beside him began to tremble.
"You're... not dead?"
Wei Liang stammered nervously, looking at Mo Lin's face.
No one was more familiar with this face than Wei Liang.
Wei Liang had witnessed Mo Lin killing Immortal Cultivators and slaying the Destined Persons.
Mo Lin alone slaughtered a hundred Immortal Cultivators, annihilating the Burial Immortal Organization.
This person was truly at the pinnacle of the East District.
On par with Evil Spirits, Evil Buddhas, and Yellow Springs Ghosts.
Mo Lin alone stood alongside these formidable powers.
"Thud..."
Wei Liang fell to the ground in fright.
As a Red Dust Immortal, he was terrified to the point of collapse; if this was spread around, it would certainly be laughable.
Wei Liang's mind went blank; he didn't know what to do next.